Gideon’s POVIt had been days since I left the hospital. Days that bled into each other without distinction, a blur of pain, frustration, and guilt. I was stuck in a cycle of helplessness, my body too broken to do anything but exist in this state of paralysis. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt like myself. The doctors had promised it would take a month to heal, but they hadn’t warned me how exhausting it would be to simply survive from the accident.I sat in the living room, staring blankly out the window, the house eerily quiet. Too quiet. Alexa was around, but it was like I was the only one here. She moved through the house with that same mechanical efficiency—checking things off her mental list, running errands, doing what needed to be done—but there was nothing behind it. No warmth. No tenderness.She was pregnant. That much was obvious now. But I had come to realize it wasn’t just my injury that was keeping her distant. No, it was the weight of everything else—of us. She
AMETHYST POVThe phone call with Victoria lingered in my mind long after we hung up. Her words still echoed in my head, but I pushed them away. The last thing I needed right now was someone trying to convince me that I should forgive or forget. I had a life to rebuild, and my focus had to be on that—not on the ghosts of the past.But as the day stretched on, a nagging feeling clung to the edges of my thoughts. The silence in the house was deafening, filled only by the clinking of dishes and the soft hum of the air conditioning. I should’ve gone back to work, thrown myself into something that demanded my attention. But instead, I found myself staring out the window, trying to push away the flickers of uncertainty creeping in.That's when the phone rang again.I glanced at the screen. Nicolai.“Hey, Amethyst. I want to tell you something,”Of course. Nicolai had a way of showing up exactly when I needed to hear something that would either soothe or rattle me. I swiped the screen and ans
The silence after Nicolai’s words settled heavily in the air, like the calm before a storm. I could feel the weight of my decision pressing down on me, but there was a clarity in it too. This was my moment. The world Gideon had built was crumbling, and I wasn’t going to wait for the pieces to fall. I was going to make sure they did.I turned toward the window, looking out into the darkening sky. This is it, I thought. The beginning of something new.Before I could lose myself in the plans that were forming in my mind, the doorbell rang. It was sharp, insistent.I froze for a second, surprised. Who could that be? My mind raced. Nicolai had already called—was it him again? Was this an unexpected visit? But no—he would’ve warned me first.I heard the soft padding of Marta’s footsteps down the hallway, the sound of her moving toward the door. I stayed where I was, not yet ready to face whatever Nicolai was about to throw my way. The conversation earlier had stirred something inside me—som
"I need you to come to my office. It’s... it’s urgent." I frowned, surprised by the request.It wasn’t like Gideon to ask for a personal meeting, especially without any explanation. I glanced at Nicolai, who was still lounging on the couch, watching me intently. I could feel his gaze on me, silent but heavy with expectation.“I’m busy,” I replied, keeping my voice steady despite the unease creeping up in me.“I have things to take care of here.”Gideon didn’t pause."This can’t wait. You need to come. It's important—more than just business. Please, Amethyst, I’m asking you."His words carried an edge I hadn’t heard before. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something in the urgency of his voice that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I glanced over at Nicolai again. His face remained impassive, but I could tell he was listening, weighing the situation, his eyes locked on me with that dark, unwavering focus of his."I said I’m busy," I repeated, trying to sound
Gideon’s eyes lingered on me a moment longer than necessary, his posture rigid as if he was trying to hold himself together in the face of whatever storm had come crashing down. Then, without a word, he gestured toward one of the leather chairs near his desk, the kind that looked expensive and uncomfortable at the same time.“Sit down, Amethyst. We need to talk.”The tension in the air was palpable, more than I had expected when I first agreed to come. There was no bravado in his voice, no sign of the self-assured businessman I had once known. It was as though the weight of everything had just hit him like a ton of bricks.I took the chair, my fingers brushing against the cold, smooth surface of the armrest. My thoughts were racing, trying to make sense of what was happening. It was clear that something had gone terribly wrong with his company, but I couldn’t fully grasp the scope of it yet. The unease gnawed at the edges of my mind.Gideon walked around the desk and sat across from m
But then I remembered. I remembered the way he had locked me away in that prison cell, how he had promised me he’d come back after I signed the divorce papers and set me free. And then, how he never did. How he left me there, waiting. Alone.I turned slowly, facing him again, forcing myself to look at the man who had once been everything to me. The man I had loved, the man I had trusted, the man who had shattered me.“You want to talk about mistakes?” My voice was colder than I intended, but I didn’t care. Let him feel the weight of my words. "Let’s talk about the biggest one you ever made."His face shifted, an almost imperceptible flinch at the mention of the past. But he didn’t say anything. He never did when the truth was staring him down.“You remember that time you accused me of stealing from the company?” I let the words hang in the air, waiting for them to sink in.“You remember how you had me locked up like I was some criminal?” I took a step toward him, my voice gaining stre
GIDEON’S POVI sat in the silence of my office long after Amethyst left, her words looping in my mind like a broken record. Each one felt like a blade, cutting deeper than the last, leaving my chest hollow—an aching void where my pride, ambition, and confidence had once lived. I had lost everything—not just the company, not just the investors, but her respect. The one person who had believed in me, even when she shouldn’t have, had finally seen me for what I’d become.I buried my face in my trembling hands, the weight of my mistakes pressing down like an iron shroud. Why did I do it? How had I let myself become this man? The man Amethyst described—a manipulator, a coward, a failure.The ride home was a blur. The city lights outside the car window flickered mockingly, their brightness a sharp contrast to the darkness swirling inside me. Each passing moment brought me closer to the one place I could still call mine
I stared at the card in my hand, the vibrant logo of the hotel mocking me, a stark reminder of something that didn’t make sense. The ornate lettering, the embossed design, everything about it screamed that it was from a place I knew we’d never visited. The last time I checked, Alexa hadn’t been anywhere that required a souvenir card.My mind raced. Why would she have this?Why would she hide it?My pulse quickened, anger bubbling up from deep within me. Every ounce of doubt, every insecurity I’d buried for months—maybe even years—came rushing back like a flood. The thought that she might have been keeping something from me, something as big as this, cut deep. I couldn’t help myself. I stormed downstairs, the card clenched tightly in my fist, my breath ragged as I called her name."Alexa!" I shouted, my voice barely recognizable, raw with emotion.She appeared
The door clicked shut behind me with a finality that echoed in the stillness of the house. I leaned against it for a moment, my head resting on the cool wood, as the weight of the confrontation with Gideon settled over me like a heavy cloak. My breath was shaky, my heart still pounding in my chest. I had said everything I needed to say, everything I’d been holding back for years, but it still didn’t feel like enough.The anger that had fueled me outside still burned, but beneath it, there was a deeper, more painful exhaustion. I’d closed the door on him, but something inside me felt like it had been left open.I pushed off the door and stepped into the foyer, the dim light from the hallway casting long shadows on the walls. My hands were trembling, my mind racing with thoughts of Nicolai, Gideon, and the unshakable feeling that something was coming—something I couldn’t outrun.I walked into the living room, only half-aware of where I was going. My eyes drifted over the space—pictures
The door to my office slammed behind Nicolai, his presence still lingering in the air like a storm cloud. I stood there, fists clenched, heart racing, as the sound of his footsteps echoed down the hallway. For a moment, I thought I might collapse under the weight of his words. “You owe me, Amethyst. You’re not getting out of this.”I tried to steady my breathing, tried to push the anger and frustration aside. I was done with him. Done.But even as I forced my thoughts to calm, I could feel the storm inside me building. Nicolai hadn’t come to talk—he had come to control, to make sure I stayed trapped in a deal I had made in a moment of weakness. He wasn’t going to let me walk away, but that didn’t mean I had to roll over and let him take everything.I grabbed my coat, my movements sharp and deliberate as I marched out of my office, my heels clicking on the floor with the same intensity that burned in my chest. As I reached the elevator, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Nicolai’s eyes
As the finality of the words echoed in my mind, I slammed the phone down onto the passenger seat, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts. The engine hummed louder in the quiet, but it did nothing to drown out the storm brewing in my chest. My grip on the wheel tightened until my knuckles were white, the car speeding through the dark streets as though the road could outrun my thoughts.Gideon. Nicolai. Both of them seemed to be haunting me, lurking at the edges of my mind, tugging at the threads of my past like they thought they had any claim to me. But they didn’t. I wouldn’t let them.I had promised Nicolai I would marry him. I hated how his words echoed in my mind, how they pushed into my thoughts no matter how hard I tried to ignore them. He had helped me bring justice to my mother, had fought alongside me when I needed it most. And in exchange, I had given my word—my promise—that I would marry him. A deal sealed in the chaos of a moment, but a deal nonetheless.I closed my eyes
As I drove through the empty streets, the cool night air creeping through the cracked window, I focused on keeping my grip firm on the steering wheel. The hum of the engine was a dull noise against the thundering thoughts in my head. My pulse still raced from the confrontation with Nicolai, but my mind was more preoccupied with the man who had shown up uninvited: Gideon.I shook my head, trying to clear the confusion swirling in my chest. It had been so long since I’d seen him, and yet, here he was, right when I least expected it.Gideon. I could still feel the weight of his gaze, the way his presence seemed to fill every space between us. But no matter how much he tried to be the hero in my life, I wouldn’t let him back in. Not after everything.The past was filled with too many scars, too many broken promises, for me to entertain the idea of letting him slip back into my life. What he did to me, what we had, couldn’t be undone. I wasn’t some helpless girl waiting for him to save me
Nicolai groaned, shaking his head, clearly dazed from the punch. Blood dripped from his split lip as he glared up at Gideon, struggling to get to his feet. “You think you can just show up and play the hero? You don’t know what’s going on, Gideon.”“I don’t need to know the details,” Gideon shot back, taking a step closer to Nicolai, his presence towering over him. “I just know you’ve hurt her enough. And I’m not going to stand by and let it happen again.”I stood frozen, still reeling from the shock of the scene unfolding in front of me. Gideon. Gideon was the one who had intervened. It had been so long since I’d seen him, let alone spoken to him, and now here he was, protecting me—when I least expected it.Nicolai, still on his knees, wiped the blood from his chin and glared up at both of us, his voice dripping with venom. “This isn’t over,” he spat. “
“Meet me at Marble diner,” I replied.Later that evening, I found myself waiting in a quiet café downtown, the place I had arranged to meet Nicolai. It was a small, secluded spot—ideal for a conversation I had no intention of backing down from.My phone buzzed in my pocket. Nicolai’s name flashed on the screen. My thumb hovered over the notification for a long moment. Should I answer? Should I make him wait?Finally, I clicked open the message.I’m here.I took a deep breath and stood, my posture straight, my expression set. No hesitation. I wasn’t about to let my emotions get the best of me.It didn’t take long before he appeared, cutting through the crowd like he owned the room. Nicolai’s eyes locked with mine instantly. Despite everything, I could still feel the old pull between us—but it was no longer enough to make me falter.He reached the table, his usual confident stride faltering for a split second when he saw the steel in my gaze. I didn’t move as he sat down across from me.
Days had passed since that conversation with Nicolai. The days felt like a blur, a haze of conflicting emotions and unanswered questions swirling in my mind. Every time I tried to focus on something, my thoughts inevitably drifted back to the phone call with Gideon, and the way Nicolai’s voice had cracked with emotion when I’d confronted him.It was almost like I was living in two worlds. There was the world with Nicolai, where everything felt so close to being perfect, where I wanted to believe in us again. And then there was the world with Gideon, a world full of regret, accusations, and a past I couldn’t seem to outrun.I tried to push it all aside, to focus on the present. I had to move on. I couldn’t let Gideon’s words—or Nicolai’s mistakes—ruin everything.But when I arrived home that evening, something felt off.I pulled my car into the driveway, the sound of the tires crunching on the gravel a familiar comfort. I grabbed my purse and walked towards the door, my mind still tang
The days that followed were suffocating, each moment heavier than the last. Alexa moved through the house like a shadow, her presence only a reminder of what we had lost, what I had lost. She continued her routine—making breakfast, cleaning, pretending that the life we had built together was still intact. But the more I watched her, the more I realized it was all just a charade.I stayed distant. I couldn’t bring myself to be near her, not after what had been said, not after the truth had finally come out. I kept to myself, retreating into the silence of my own mind, where the weight of the last few days pressed down on me like a physical force. The house felt colder than it ever had before, as if it were rejecting me, as if I were rejecting it. And Alexa? She felt like a stranger now.One morning, I found her sitting at the kitchen table, the same spot where we used to share coffee and talk about our days. Her hands were wrapped around a cup, her eyes distant, lost in thought. I stoo
“Alright,” I said, the words slipping out like a vow I’d made to the devil himself. “But after this, it’s really over. No coming back. No regrets.”The relief that flashed across her face was brief, almost imperceptible, but I caught it. And then it was gone, replaced by the resolve that had brought her here in the first place. She pulled out the papers from the pocket of her robe and set them on the desk with a crisp rustle. The sound echoed in the room, loud and final. I glanced at them, the ink on the page both freedom and a death sentence.With a steady hand, she signed her name, the motion so deliberate, so final, that it made my stomach twist. My heart squeezed in a way that made no sense, as if the world were shifting beneath me, changing forever.“It’s done,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.The weight of those words settled deep into my bones, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, as she turned and walked out of the room. The silence she left behind was deafening,