Aubrey's pov ;By the time we finally made it to the hotel reception, I was drenched, shivering, and more than a little humiliated from being carried like some damsel in distress.The receptionist's eyebrows shot up when she saw us—soaking wet and looking like we had just survived a storm, which wasn't far from the truth."Can I help you?" she asked, her confusion clear.Ryder shifted me in his arms before answering, "We need a room.""How many?" she asked politely, glancing between the two of us."One," Ryder said without missing a beat."Two," I blurted at the exact same time.We exchanged disbelieving looks. His eyes narrowed, and I could see the annoyance flickering behind them. "Can't you just keep your mouth shut for once?" he muttered."I'm not staying in the same room as you," I hissed back. "I'd rather sleep in the car."The receptionist blinked at us, clearly trying to figure out what kind of chaotic relationship we had going on. She cleared her throat, and we both turned to
Ryder's pov ;When I got out of the shower, water was still dripping from my hair, I nearly froze in my place.There she was, sitting on the edge of the bed, shivering badly. Her dress clung to her body, soaked from the rain and nearly see-through now. The fabric moulded against her skin, outlining every curve, leaving little to the imagination.God, how had I never noticed her before?Her hair, still wet, clung to her shoulders, and the way it framed her face…Damn. She looked almost unreal. Beautiful in a way I hadn't allowed myself to think about in a long time.And just like that, my body betrayed me. A rush of heat surged through me, pooling low in my stomach. My thoughts weren't exactly innocent, either. She was tempting, almost too tempting.I swallowed hard, trying to push down the sudden hunger rising inside me, but the more I looked, the worse it got. Every little detail about her was making it harder to think straight.Her soft skin glistened with the leftover rain, her lips
Ryder's pov ;She threw me out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I stood there for a second, shaking my head with a smirk. God, she's such a handful. I leaned against the wall, reaching into my pocket when my phone buzzed.Of course, it was Sage. Usual routine. Crying and begging for more money."Ryder," she whined, her voice on the edge of hysterics. "I feel really ashamed…but the medicines—""I'm kinda busy right now," I cut in. "I'll message my manager to take care of you, so don't cry.""Thank you so much! Can we meet-""I'll talk to you later.""But, Ryder, I—""Later, Sage," I repeated, sharper this time, before hanging up.I wasn't in the mood for her mess tonight. Besides, I didn't need Aubrey overhearing that and assuming the worst again. She'd been quick enough to throw out words like *cheater* and *manwhore* the last time, and I didn't feel like having another one of those arguments.The bathroom door creaked open, and she stepped out in a towel, her hair wet a
Aubrey's pov ;What the fuck was that?!What the fuck had I done? How could I let it happen, let *him* of all people trick me like that?I was furious with myself, and my chest tightened with every breath. My lips still tingled from the kiss—*his* kiss—and it made me want to crawl out of my skin.I stood there in the dark, cursing silently as my thoughts spiraled out of control. Of course, he'd tricked me, made me feel things I didn't want to feel. He's Ryder, always manipulating, always playing his games, and like a complete idiot, I kissed him back.I clenched my fists, bile rising in my throat. I wanted to scream, to punch something but before I could say a word, the lights flickered back on, and I heard the doorbell ring.He looked at me, and I couldn't even bring myself to meet his eyes. I felt disgusted—disgusted with him, but more than that, disgusted with myself. I had fallen for it. Again."I'll, uh, go get it," he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head before headin
Aubrey's pov ;I didn't wait for Ryder in the morning. I woke up early, my mind a mess of frustration and disgust.I couldn't bear to see him again, so I called Sophia to pick me up. She was there within the hour, helping me hobble into the car, avoiding any questions about what happened between Ryder and me.After a quick trip to the hospital to get my leg checked out, the doctor said it was just a bad sprain, nothing broken, but I'd need to stay off it for a while. I was relieved, though the pain still gnawed at me.Sophia drove me back home to change, and then I headed straight to the company. Work was the distraction I needed.But I kept getting texts from Gregory. He wanted to meet, so I finally agreed, thinking maybe some time away from everything would help clear my head.When I arrived at his house, I was greeted by his family with warm smiles, but it didn't take long for the uncomfortable questions to begin.We sat around the dinner table, Gregory's parents doting on us like
Aubrey's pov ;What had initially felt like a family dinner quickly turned into something far more uncomfortable. Gregory's parents had left for the night, leaving just the two of us. Gregory's polite demeanour, once charming, was starting to feel suffocating.He leaned back in his chair, his eyes studying me in a way that made my skin crawl. "You know," he started, his tone casual but laced with something sharper. "I've always wondered why you ever got involved with someone like Ryder."My chest tightened. I shifted in my seat, trying to brush it off with a light laugh. "I don't really want to talk about him."Gregory ignored me, his eyes narrowing as he continued. "I mean, seriously, Aubrey. The guy's a mess. A walking disaster. You know how many people in the business talk about how he treats his employees? Ruthless. Cold. It's like he has no soul."I swallowed hard, feeling the tension rise in my shoulders. "Yeah, well, things are different now. He's…""He's what?" Gregory interru
Aubrey's pov ;Gregory was watching me a little too closely, his eyes hanging back on mine in a way that made me feel more than just uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat, clasping my hands together to keep from fidgeting."You know…" he began, his voice low as he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbow on the arm of the couch. "We've been faking this for a while now, haven't we?"I stiffened, unsure of where he was going with this. "Yeah, we have," I replied cautiously."Well, don't you think…" He reached out standing and sitting near me on the bed, gently taking my hand in his. His touch sent an uneasy shiver down my spine, and I instinctively pulled back, but he didn't seem to notice. "Maybe we don't need to fake it anymore?"My heart began to race. What? What the hell is talking about?I stared at him, unsure if I had heard him right. "What do you mean?"Gregory's eyes locked onto mine, his expression earnest but intense. "Aubrey, I've been thinking a lot about us. I think we sho
—----------Aubrey's pov—---------"Shit…" I muttered under my breath. My pulse quickened, and my body tensed as his furious gaze locked onto me. And I felt as if I was caught doing something bad which was ridiculous.What the fuck is he doing here? And how fuck did he found me?He looked livid, his eyes blazing with something I couldn't quite pinpoint—jealousy, rage, betrayal?"What the hell are you doing here?" His voice was sharp and biting as he got closer to us. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could get a word out, he roughly grabbed my arm and yanked me away from Alex, pulling me into his side like I was some possession he was reclaiming. His grip was tight, almost painful."What the—let me go!" I hissed, trying to pull free my hand, but he wouldn't budge. His eyes flicked between Alex and me and his jaw clenched tight."Weren't you supposed to be at Sophia's house?" Ryder spat out, but it seems like he was telling me this instead of asking. "How come you're out here,
Aubrey's pov ;One year later, life felt different—full of possibility and hope. The dark days were behind us, and in their place was a steady rhythm of love and success. I'd found my footing not just as a wife, but as a businesswoman.Balancing work and life had been a challenge at first, but now, as I stood in front of the crowd, delivering another speech at this business event, I felt confident and proud.I glanced at the audience, scanning the room as I spoke about leadership and resilience, and then my eyes found him—Ryder. He stood near the back, looking as handsome and supportive as ever, his smile wide, his eyes full of pride.Even from across the room, I could feel the warmth of his presence, the way he always made me feel like I was the centre of his world.It had been a year since we got back together, and everything was perfect. I couldn't believe how far we'd come, how much love had grown between us. I was so glad I'd given our marriage another chance, and Ryder—he had pr
-----------------Aubrey's pov-----------------I kissed him once more, softer this time, letting the taste of his lips erase any lingering doubts. And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a way back from all of this. That we could find our way back to each other, no matter how broken we were.That love really was stronger than any pain.Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me up into his arms, carrying me to the bedroom, our lips never parting.I ran my fingers over his chest, his shoulders, his arms, trying to re-memorize every little detail.My back hit the mattress, and a rush of nerves and adrenaline made my skin feel hot and prickly, as if it was too small for me. As if the tiniest thing could make me burst into a thousand pieces.And then he was there. Above me.The only one who could hold me together.His hands trailed over my hips and thighs, slowly, so slowly. Like he was trying to memorize every little part of m
--------------------------Aubrey's pov----------------------I stared at my packed bags sitting on the floor. The sight of them made my stomach twist with dread, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to leave. My heart was heavy, weighed down by too many emotions—grief, guilt, love—and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make sense of any of it. I thought leaving would make it easier, but standing here now, it felt like I was suffocating.Two days ago, Ryder and I had come back home, bruised and messed up. The cops had called today and they told me Sage's body had been found. My sister was—dead.I should have felt something more. Shock. Pain. Something. But all I felt was a strange numbness creeping through me.Sage had been meandering for so long, I always feared something like this would happen, but hearing it was real now…it was like I was caught between relief and guilt. And somewhere deep inside me, I knew it was better this way. The kind of things Sage did, the path
Sage's pov ;The van's interior reeked of sweat and metal, and I could feel every bump and turn as we sped through the streets. My heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts, but all of them boiled down to one thing—how the hell had everything gone so wrong?My wrists were tied behind my back, the ropes cutting into my skin, but I didn't dare show weakness. Not in front of these thugs. They were pissed off, and I could feel their eyes burning into me from the front seat. I could hear them muttering under their breaths, cursing me, blaming me for the whole mess.The biggest one, the one with the scar running down his cheek, twisted in his seat to glare at me. "You said the cops wouldn't be involved," he growled, his voice low and threatening. "Now look at us! We're on the fucking *wanted list*.""I—" I started, but another thug cut me off, his voice filled with barely controlled fury."Those guys who got caught? If they open their mouths, we're done for. And it'
Ryder's pov ;The moment I saw Aubrey, my heart nearly stopped. She was on the cold floor, her body trembling, clothes torn away, weak and exposed. Her eyes were wide with fear, and they locked onto mine and for a brief second, I saw relief in them the moment she saw me.But she was still in shock, and appeared too paralyzed to even move, too broken to understand that I was here for her now.Without thinking, I tore off my jacket and rushed to her side, wrapping it around her trembling body. "Aubrey…" My voice snapped, seeing her like this ravaged something inside me. I pulled her close to me to shield her from the nightmare that surrounded her right now.She clutched the jacket tight, but her hands were shaking. "R-Ryder…" Her voice was a mere whisper, barely audible over the pounding in my ears.I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me. "Are you alright?" I already know the answer. She was anything but fine but still I want her to stay something.She just nodded but I knew how h
Sage's pov ;"Do whatever you guys want with her before we kill her!"The scarred man held her wrists firmly, forcing her to stay still. The others in the room chuckled, their dark amusement matching my own. This was my moment, a long time coming."Stop! Don't touch me!" She cried out and looked extremely scared.I rolled my eyes, walking toward her, my heels clicking ominously on the floor. "Oh, stop pretending. Where's that filthy slut you used to be?" I sneered, grabbing her chin roughly and forcing her to look at me. "Now you're playing innocent?"I slapped her again, the sharp crack of my hand against her cheek making the others in the room snicker. "Dirty bitch, don't act like you're worth more than this."She whimpered as one of the men ripped her shirt, exposing her to all of us. I loved seeing her like this, powerless and afraid. I had waited too long for this moment, and I was going to savor every second of it. She had always thought she was better than me. She thought Ryder
Ryder's pov ;I sat in my office, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. The bottle of whiskey on my desk was nearly empty, the amber liquid swirling in the glass as I took another slow sip. The burn did little to dull the pain, to drown out the constant noise in my head.Aubrey's face kept flashing before my eyes—her pain, her anger. The way she looked at me when I tried to explain…like I was nothing. Like I wasn't worth her time anymore.I deserved it. All of it.The truth had come out, but it was too late. I should've listened to her three years ago. I should've believed her when she told me something was wrong. Instead, I let my arrogance, my doubt, destroy everything we had. Everything we could have been. And now, I've lost her.I exhaled sharply, the sound bitter in the silence of the office. The door creaked open behind me, and I didn't bother to turn around. I already knew who it was. Her perfume filled the air&mda
---------Ryder's pov--------"...fake," he said with calm certainty. "They've been heavily manipulated and photoshopped. Whoever did this knew what they were doing, but it's clear they're not real."Aubrey blinked, her face frozen in shock, as if the words hadn't fully registered."They're…fake?"she repeated.I turned to her, my chest tightening as I took in her reaction. "Aubrey," I said softly, stepping closer, "I told you. I never cheated. Sage did this to drive us apart, to make you believe something that wasn't true."She stood there, silent, her mind clearly reeling from the revelation. Her disbelief was evident, but so was the confusion that clouded her eyes. Slowly, she turned to face me, her expression unreadable.I took a deep breath, trying to reach her. "I'm sorry it took so long, Aubrey. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you before. But now you know the truth. Please…let me fix this. Let me make it right."
Ryder's pov ;I stormed into Aubrey's company, my heart pounding in my chest, barely able to keep my thoughts straight. The receptionist called after me, but I didn't care.I barged into the meeting room without knocking, ignoring the surprised looks of her colleagues as I interrupted whatever discussion they were having. Aubrey, seated at the head of the table, looked shocked, her eyes wide as they landed on me."Ryder?" Her voice was tight, confused. "What the hell are you doing here?"I was breathing heavily, my heart racing, but I didn't have time for formalities. "I need to talk to you. It's important, Aubrey. Those photos…they're fake."The room was dead silent, all eyes on us, and Aubrey's expression shifted to something between annoyance and exhaustion. She sighed, glancing around the table at the others. "Ryder, I'm in a meeting. We'll talk later.""No." My voice came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn't stop myself. I was desperate. "I can't wait. Come with me right n