Samira stood at the edge of the Seine, her fingers brushing against the delicate fabric of her gown as she gazed at the glittering lights of Paris. It was the night she had dreamed of, the culmination of months of hard work, late nights, and restless mornings. The final round of the perfume competition was tomorrow, and she was here, standing in the city of lights, her future hanging in the balance. Yet, for some reason, she couldn’t shake the weight on her chest—the remnants of everything unresolved between her and Ray. She inhaled deeply, trying to draw in the calmness of the evening, but it felt forced, like she was pushing away the storm brewing inside her. Samira had spent so long chasing this dream, fighting for her place in a world that often felt like it had no room for her. And now that she was here, the silence was deafening. The soft hum of her phone pulled her back to the moment. Mike had texted her, asking how things were going. She smiled faintly at his concern. He had
Ray’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at the figure standing across the room. Delly. He blinked, his mind struggling to catch up with the surprise of seeing her here. She was the last person he expected to see in Paris, let alone in the middle of the most important night of Samira’s life. Samira, for her part, was completely blindsided. Of all the people to appear, it had to be Delly—her friend, the one who had dragged her into the mess with Ray in the first place. The one who had asked her to impersonate her on the night Ray had proposed, insisting she turn him down on Delly’s behalf. Samira had agreed, partly because she hadn’t thought much of Ray at the time and partly because she had felt loyal to Delly. But now, standing here, her heart pounding in her chest as she faced both Ray and Delly in the same room, she felt her world tilt dangerously out of control. Ray recovered first, his eyes narrowing in on Delly. He hadn’t seen her in years, not since that fateful night w
Samira stood frozen on the stage, the sound of applause fading into the background as the announcer’s voice reverberated in her ears. “The winner is… Sabine Lafleur!” The crowd erupted, but Samira barely registered it. Her heart plummeted as she tried to keep her face neutral. The room blurred around her, and suddenly, the weight of everything crashed down on her shoulders. She had lost. She wasn't even amongst the first three, not even the top ten. She was supposed to be happy for Sabine, but all Samira could feel was a deep ache gnawing at her insides. This competition had meant everything. She’d worked tirelessly for years, sacrificing so much just to prove to herself whenever an opportunity comes her way, she'd just gotten that opportunity when she joined , and maybe to prove to Ray, that she was worth something—beyond the tangled mess of impersonation and lies that had bound them together. And now… now she had nothing. Her body moved automatically, a forced smile plastered
Ray had been silent for most of the drive since they left the backstage, but his hand never left Samira's hand, he was gripping it as if he could transfer his strength to her. The lights of Paris flickered past the window, but Samira barely noticed. Her thoughts were a tangled mess of emotions—fear, doubt, and that ever-present ache of uncertainty about her place in Ray's life. The city of love held little comfort tonight, and even Ray’s touch, felt heavy with everything unsaid between them.They arrived at his suite in one of Paris’s grandest hotels, a place that exuded elegance and understated luxury. The doorman greeted them with a polite nod as they stepped inside, the warm glow of chandeliers bathing the lobby in a soft golden light. Ray guided her to the private elevator, and as the doors slid closed, the silence between them grew thicker.When they finally reached the penthouse, Samira could hardly bring herself to appreciate the breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower that gree
Ray’s smile vanished completely when he saw the image on Samira's phone. His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened with concern. He stepped closer, dropping down the towel from around his neck and sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. "Samira," he began, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. "I was going to tell you about the ring. I left it in Canada during my last business trip after our wedding, but I had planned to get it back. I had no idea who has it now, or how it ended up in someone else’s hands." He searched her face, trying to gauge her reaction, but she remained stone-faced. Samira's fingers clenched around the phone as she studied his expression. There was something genuine about the way he said it. His voice didn’t waver, and his body language remained calm, during other times Ray would have asked her if she was jealous, but at the moment she could clearly see he wasn't feigning, but her trust was fragile—frayed at the edges by d
Ray woke up just as the first light of dawn crept into the suite, casting soft shadows across the luxurious space. Samira lay beside him, her breathing steady, her face softened by sleep. The events of the night before still swirled in his mind, the mix of emotions lingering in the air between them. He had done his best to reassure her, to convince her of his commitment, but he knew there were still cracks in their fragile bond. Quietly, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. He needed space to clear his head, to work through the tension that had been building inside him for days. After dressing in workout gear, he left a note on the bedside table for Samira, letting her know he was headed to the hotel gym and would be back in a couple of hours. The hotel gym was empty when Ray arrived, the soft hum of machines filling the room as he set himself up on the treadmill. The rhythmic pounding of his feet against the belt helped him focus, helped him push everything else to
The soft click of the door echoed in the silence of the suite. Samira lay on her side of the bed, the covers pulled up to her chin, her body rigid beneath the sheets. She heard Ray’s footsteps as he entered the room, the sound muffled as he tried to be quiet. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath shallow as she squeezed her eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. The bed dipped slightly as Ray sat down on the edge, his presence heavy beside her. For a moment, there was only silence, the room filled with the sound of his breathing. Samira felt the weight of his gaze on her back, his hesitation palpable. She knew he was watching her, likely wondering if she was truly asleep or just pretending. The events of the evening was still fresh in her mind—the sight of Delly’s leg draped across Ray’s lap, his lack of resistance, the mocking smile on Delly’s face. It all gnawed at her, an ache in her chest that wouldn’t go away. Ray shifted slightly, his hand hovering over her as though cont
Ray left early that morning, the tension from the previous night and that morning was still clinging to him like a dark cloud. He barely said goodbye to Samira, his words clipped and formal as he gathered his things for his trip to Canada. It wasn’t a long trip—just a few days for business meetings at his company’s headquarters—but the distance between them felt far more than just the miles separating their cities. The door clicked shut behind him, Samira relaxed on the couch for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the hollow emptiness that had taken residence in her chest. Ray’s parting words echoed in her mind: “I’ll be back soon. We’ll talk when I return.” But she didn’t want to wait. She couldn’t. The betrayal she felt when she saw Delly’s legs sprawled across Ray’s lap haunted her, an image she couldn’t erase. And worse, the fact that Ray hadn’t pushed her away—the fact that he let it happen—burned like acid. She needed to leave. Samira sat up, her decision clear as