Simon’s Point of ViewWe arrived in Texas, Dallas.During the drive back, my hands were knotted with hers in the back seat, enjoying the last moments we had together before we returned to the place where we had to deny our heart’s desire, keeping our distance and pretending like strangers. Our connection was undeniable, but I didn’t know how much longer I could bear watching from the sidelines while my brother held onto what was mine. I glanced at her and felt like I was looking at home. We exchanged a smile.“We’re almost there,” I said, not wanting to look away from her.“Yeah,” she replied, her face looked sad, her eyes locking onto mine. I kissed her deeply, our foreheads touching, our breathing in sync. I pressed my lips to hers again, and for a few moments, we just stared at each other in silence. We both knew what we had to do.She looked away and slowly slid my ring off her finger. Her eyes darted toward me briefly before she tucked the ring into her purse. Taking a deep breat
Simon’s Point of View “What did she say?” I repeated, shooting her a desperate glance.“She said Jessica,” she lowered her head, and I could tell she was holding back tears. “The last thing she said was Jessica.”“I knew it. That damn bitch,” I said, slamming my fist on the table. Miranda jerked, and I noticed the attention of everyone in the diner turning toward me. I slowly collected myself, trying to maintain my cool.“Your mom, Simon, she loved you so much,” she said, wiping the tears that almost spilled from her eyes with her handkerchief. I fought back my own tears. I always had fond memories of Simone. Even as a little boy, we had a strong bond, which made it so hard to move on.“What happened to her?” “Simone had cardiomyopathy and Geoffrey, your father employed me as a stay-in nurse for her. She started to get better, and we thought she was out of the woods and would make it after all. But I noticed that whenever her friend, Jessica, came to visit, those were her worst days
Simon’s Point of ViewI drove straight to Malcolm’s condo downtown, my thoughts racing as I parked and hurried inside. Malcolm had been Simone’s only family since my grandparents passed away years ago. He never married, living alone, and he was my only partner in investigating Simone’s death.“Simon, what the hell is going on?” His voice echoed as I entered the living room. “We don’t have hasty meetings like this. It’s reckless.”“I know, but I couldn’t sit on this one,” I said, pacing as I started. “I found Miranda Morales. No, she found me, and I just met with her.”“How? Didn’t you just get back from Canada today?” He looked bewildered.“I did. But right after I got home, I received a text message saying, ‘Don’t trust Jessica.’ I called the number, and it was her, Miranda.”“Christ.” Malcolm sat down on the sofa, his expression one of disbelief. “And you met with her right after getting that message? Simon, that was risky. It could have jeopardized everything—our years of investiga
Simon’s Point of ViewShe stood there with her hand on her waist, staring at me. “Simon,” she called again, waiting for an answer.“I was with my uncle, Malcolm,” I said, deciding to give her a little truth.“Oh... okay,” she said, lowering her arms and folding them across her chest. “I’ve never met him.”“And soon you will,” I assured her, stepping closer and taking her hands in mine. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving, but you were with Thomas, and I couldn’t interrupt.”“Still, you didn’t mention you were seeing him before we got back. And why did you have to rush off the moment we returned? What was so important that you couldn’t stay?” she snapped, pulling her hands away, her brows knitting together in frustration.“Lily, I’m sorry.”She studied my face, her eyes searching for answers, for something more than what I was telling her. “What’s going on, Simon? Just talk to me,” she said, her arms dropping to her lap, her voice was softer now.I sighed. Of course, she could t
Lily’s Point of ViewThe wedding is tomorrow!Simon had been scarce most of the day, and it was hard to track him down. I knew he had to make sure everything was ready for us to leave, but I couldn’t help feeling nervous. I had never done anything this crazy in my life. Running away the night before my wedding? If someone had told me this would be my future, I wouldn’t have believed them. I never thought I’d be the kind of woman to ditch her fiancé right before the big day. But now, I understood it better. There’s always more to the story before passing judgment.In my case, I really did try to make things work with Thomas, but we were just too different. It wasn’t going to happen. I had a bag packed—just enough to slip away without raising suspicion. Leaving from my own house would’ve been easier, but Tom wasn’t going to let that happen. He’d probably insist on keeping me close to make sure everything went according to plan. And Jessica, well, I knew she wouldn’t take any chances, no
Lily’s Point of View“Si—Simon…” I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. “I think I must have heard you wrong.”“You didn’t,” he said, his eyes steady, locked onto mine.“What?” I muttered. I clutched the sheet tighter against me, my other hand pressed to my chest as if to stop my heart from shattering. “I... I don’t understand, Simon. What do you mean?” Tears blurred my vision, making everything seem more surreal.“Lily, you are life’s best gift to me. I need you to know that,” he said gently, cupping my chin, his tender touch only made the pain I was feeling worse.“Oh God…” I sobbed. I could feel where this conversation was going, and the thought filled my chest like a burning flame. “Lily, please don’t cry,” he whispered, using his thumb to wipe the tears off my cheeks. He had the nerve to ask me not to cry, yet he was breaking my heart all over again. A killer with a conscience.“Lily… we won’t be leaving together, but—”“Please don’t say it, Simon,” I cut him off, my voice trem
Lily’s Point of View My face tightened with each strap tied on the back of my wedding gown. My eyes darted to my mom’s grin that had become more frequent. I was pleased to see her happy after Dad’s death but I couldn’t share in her joy. Then Maryanne, who seemed thrilled as she put the veil on my head. If she only knew. I stared at the mirror feeling even sadder. “You’re the most beautiful bride ever,” mom said as she smiled. “Damn right. Tom would be smitten. You’re gorgeous,” Maryanne agreed. I forced a smile.“It’s time,” Jessica said as she walked in, and my face tightened again. She looked stunning in the silver gown, just like Maryanne and the three other bridesmaids—Maryanne’s friends. She had arranged everything while I kept my head in the clouds, believing in a future with Simon. I took a deep breath and stood, ready to marry ruthless Tom, who just so happened to be the brother of the man I loved, who was now my worst nightmare.I walked slowly down the aisle, my face ten
Thomas’ Point of ViewWe lodged at my favorite luxurious hotel, a long way from the mansion but one of the best spots nonetheless—I made sure of it. Lily was right here with me, but it felt like we were far apart; she was definitely thinking of Simon. Anyone with half an eye could sense what was going on between those two. Our one-week honeymoon was going to wash any thoughts of Simon from her mind. I was determined to make sure of that. “We just got married, Lily. Cheer up.” She looked like she was at a funeral. I knew it had to be that damn Simon. He’d gotten into her head. I handed her a glass of wine, hoping it would lift her spirits. I watched her close her eyes and take a sip, then she smiled at me again. But I had only one thing on my mind, and I had waited long enough for it. I took the glass from her and set both our glasses on the table. Then, I pulled her close and kissed her deeply, tasting her soft and full lips. Without wasting any time, I tore the white spaghetti-stra
Lily “Tom,” I stammered, unsure of how to explain. I wasn’t sure if Thomas was going to believe anything I said, but I had to try.“With Simon, I presume,” Thomas spat, barely containing his rage. He was furious. The thought of Simon and me together clearly irked him. Maybe it was jealousy, or the fact that a part of him knew Simon and I had something beyond a normal friendship.“Yes. We worked together,” I replied, trying to stay calm, though his anger made it hard to breathe.He moved closer, his eyes locked on mine, filled with an intensity that made my stomach twist in fear. “Didn’t I tell you not to work with Simon?” he repeated, his voice rising.“I know you did,” I began, my voice shaky. “But I told you, I couldn’t just not show up. I need to speak to Geoffrey first.”“Then what are you waiting for?” he shouted, slamming the bathroom door behind me. I flinched, my body reacting to the sudden noise. My heart pounded in my chest.He stepped closer, pointing a finger at me. “Lily
Lily Simon’s gaze was fixed on me. “Answer the call, Lily, or Tom will get even more suspicious.”I reluctantly picked up the phone. Before I could even say hello, Thomas’s voice blared through the speaker. “I don’t care what the hell you’re doing, I want you home now!” The call abruptly ended, leaving me staring at my phone in shock.For a few seconds, I was stunned. I hadn’t expected that reaction. My heart raced, not from fear of him, but from the relief that he wasn’t here. If Tom had found Simon and me having dinner together, especially after I refused to go home with him, it would have been a disaster. I exhaled slowly, thankful I didn’t have to face that mess. But now I had another problem—Simon’s eyes were locked on me.“What did he say?” Simon asked, curious.“He wants me home,” I muttered, pushing my chair back, ready to leave.“Wait.” Simon reached for my hand, and when his fingers wrapped around mine, a spark shot through me. I froze, my hand still under his warm grasp. I
Lily“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, my voice firmer than before.“Your coldness toward me seems more personal than professional.”Simon didn’t immediately respond, but his gaze remained on me, making the silence stretch longer than I was comfortable with. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was pushing my buttons on purpose, though I didn’t have the energy to figure out why.“Look, Simon, I’m already having a pretty bad day. Please don’t make it any worse,” I continued, exhaling deeply.My hands tightened around the paper in front of me. I braced myself for a sarcastic response or some come back, but instead, he just returned to his work, ignoring the tension. Maybe that was for the best. I wasn’t in the mood for an argument, even though I felt like I could bite his head off. He’s probably number two on my list of enemies, with Jessica holding the permanent top spot. I forced myself to concentrate again. Then, my phone beeped, pulling my attention away from the file. I glance
LilyJessica let out a cold, arrogant smile, her eyes narrowing. “Make sure you never forget what team you’re on,” she whispered, stepping back just enough to let me open the door again. Typical of Jessica, always giving me those condescending smiles and asking pointed questions about my marriage to Thomas, as if daring me to admit how miserable I was. It was exhausting. I felt trapped in a life I couldn’t escape.I rolled my eyes, refusing to let her words get under my skin. She always had a way of making me feel like I didn’t belong, like I was an outsider in my own marriage. But I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. Not today.I slid into the backseat of the car, slamming the door shut behind me, and glanced out the window as we pulled away. Jessica stood there for a moment longer, watching the car disappear down the road. I have no idea what she thinks I’ve done to her to make her detest me the way she does.As we drove toward the office, I couldn’t hel
LilyTom’s voice rang in my head all morning as I stood in front of the mirror, the black gown I had chosen laid across the bed. It was simple but elegant, the kind of dress I felt comfortable in. But of course, I was certain that It wouldn’t be good enough for Thomas.“I expect you to tell Simon today that you won’t be working with him,” he said, his tone intimidating as he paced across the room.“I have to inform Geoffrey first,” I replied calmly, knowing this conversation would go nowhere good. “I can’t just quit without speaking to him. He might feel disrespected if I stopped without saying anything.”Thomas scoffed, his eyes narrowing as they fell on the black dress. He crossed the room in a few long strides, eyeing the fabric like it offended him. “Wear a bright color.”I tensed, my fingers gripping the sides of the dressing table. “Thomas, this is what I want to wear. It’s fine.”His eyes flashed with irritation. “You should wear this instead,” he said, pulling out a bright red
LilyThomas was quiet the entire ride back from the hospital, but I could feel the tension in the car, even through the silence. His gaze was stuck on his phone, but I knew he was fuming about Geoffrey’s decision. I didn’t dare say anything as we drove home. There was no point.As soon as we walked into the house, I headed straight for the bedroom. I needed a moment to process everything. Sitting at the dressing table, I took off my earrings, my mind still on what happened at the hospital. Geoffrey’s words replayed in my head. Working with Simon? I hadn’t even had a chance to wrap my head around it.But before I could gather my thoughts, I heard Thomas storm into the room. I glanced at him in the mirror. One look at his face and, I could see both his anger and frustration.“You went to the hospital with Simon,” he said, like he was accusing me of something.I paused, my hands hovering over my jewelry box. “Thomas, I didn’t plan for it. We were just—”“I asked you to stay away from him
SimonI sat across from Lily, trying to focus on our lawyers speaking, but all I could think about was how things had gotten this far. One minute we were married and having the best time of our lives, and the next we were here, about to get a divorce. Here we were, sitting at a table, preparing to end it all. The sight of the divorce papers in front of me felt more disheartening than I thought it would. I glanced at her—her face looked calm, but I knew better. I knew she wasn’t as indifferent as she seemed.Lily’s lawyer cleared his throat. “The house is the only property Mrs. Stack has,” he said, looking between me and my lawyer.“There’s no dispute about my properties,” I cut in. “She can take whatever she wants. I don’t care.”But Lily shook her head. “I don’t want any of it, Simon. I didn’t marry you for your money. Taking it would make me feel like a fraud.”I frowned, leaning forward. “It’s yours if you want it. I’m not going to fight you on this.”“I don’t want anything from yo
SimonAfter they were gone, I whispered my thanks to the woman and snuck out, taking the opposite direction to avoid being seen. Every second Geoffrey spent in that hospital felt like a risk. It was strange to feel this way after all the resentment I had toward him for marrying Jessica and treating me like a soldier who had to follow orders. He pitted Tom and me against each other since we were young, and look how that turned out. I grew tired of trying to please him and do his bidding, while Thomas became his star son. He acted like a god, yet he’s the one who broke our family with his mistress. Geoffrey was anything but a perfect father. But the truth was, I cared about Geoffrey—much more than I realized. He was still my father. He had been trying to reach out to me during the eight years I was away, begging me to come back home. I finally did—for Tom’s wedding—only to find out that Tom was marrying Lily, the love of my life.I sensed someone enter the room and turned toward the doo
Simon‘Simon, you have to stop this,’ my mind barked at me. I reluctantly released her lips, resting my forehead on hers, wanting to kiss her again. I didn’t care that we were being watched. God, I wanted her. Even though I knew I shouldn’t. She’s Tom’s wife now. I caught them having sex in his office. That day is still burned into my mind, and I can’t get over it. I wanted to yank him off her, beat him to a pulp, and tell him to stay away from her. But I couldn’t—that would ruin my plans. My brother and I sleeping with the same woman? That’s borderline madness. I have to let Lily go. She made her choice. I know what I have to do now.I felt her warm hands on my chest, and she pulled me back. She looked up at me with anger in her eyes. But we both knew there was something more pressing than what we were feeling right now. We knew someone had been watching us, and it was time to find out who. Our eyes turned almost simultaneously toward the intruder.“Lizzy,” Lily said, with a bit of r