THIRD PERSON’S POVThe morning feels crisp against the skin, the kind of weather that feels just slightly too cool for comfort. Daniel sits in his car, sipping coffee from a cheap paper cup and watching the entrance of the office building across the street. It’s been three days of this routine: watching James, cataloging his movements, and reporting back to Alexander.At first, Daniel thought this assignment would be straightforward. Alexander’s suspicions about James ran deep, and Daniel was prepared to uncover James’ secrets—anything that might justify the fact that Mia’s car crash was orchestrated by James. But so far, James has been maddeningly… normal. Almost boringly so.The man wakes up early, keeps to himself, and spends long hours at the office. In the evenings, he returns home, picks up takeout or cooks something simple, and retires for the night. No hidden meetings. No secretive phone calls. Nothing suspicious at all.By the time the third day rolls around, Daniel begins to
ALEXANDER’S POVDaniel’s words replay over and over in my mind."They’re cousins.""She seemed upset. He was comforting her."Cousins. Julia and James. I can’t ignore the knot forming in my stomach. Julia has always been a thorn in Mia’s side. And James? He’s slipped too easily into Mia’s life. It’s all too perfect, too coincidental.Then there’s Mia’s accident. It wasn’t an accident. I know that much. And now, I can’t shake the thought that James might have had a hand in it. Maybe Julia’s pulling his strings, or maybe he’s been her partner all along. Either way, Mia is in the middle of it.I grit my teeth in frustration. My fist clenches as I think about Mia, about how easily she gives her trust. She deserves better than this. Better than him. If I don’t act now, she’ll walk straight into a trap.Immediately, I head down the hall toward her room. When I get to her door, I knock twice, then push the door open."Mia?" I call, stepping inside. My eyes land on her instantly.She’s on the
MIA'S POV"You are pregnant."The words hit me like a wave. To say I'm shocked is an understatement. I blink, trying to grasp the words, trying to make sense of what the doctor just said. My heart starts to race, and for a second, I think maybe I imagined it."I'm pregnant?" I whisper.My hand moves to my stomach, resting there, where a tiny life now exists."Yes," the doctor confirms with a warm smile. "Congratulations, Mia."Tears fill my eyes, but this time, they’re from happiness—pure, overwhelming happiness.I’m pregnant.It feels like a dream, like all the pain and doubt I’ve been carrying for months has been lifted. After all the waiting, the hoping, the endless frustration—this is the moment I’ve been praying for."Thank you! Thank you so much!" I say.I grab the report from his hands, clutching it tightly, as if it’s the most precious thing in the world—because right now, it is. I nearly fly out of the doctor’s office. As I make my way through the hospital hallways, a smile s
I sit in the cold courtroom. My hands tremble as they rest on my lap. The metal cuffs feel heavier today, as if they're trying to drag me further down to the ground. My heart pounds in my chest, louder than the murmurs of the crowd and the shuffling of papers around me. The week in jail has been a nightmare, but this... this is worse. Yes, you read that right. After the fight with Julia, Eric proceeded to get me arrested for assault and attempted murder. I glance around the room, hoping—no, begging—for a familiar face. Not once has Eric visited me. My husband. The man who swore to love and protect me. And yet, here I am, alone and abandoned. The pain in my chest is unbearable. The ache intensifies with every passing second. I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything that’s happened. How has it come to this? Julia. My best friend. My stomach twists at the thought of her, and in that moment, I feel guilty. I didn’t mean to hurt her. That day... it’s all a blur. I caught th
It’s been weeks. Weeks of cold nights on a thin mattress, staring at the cracked ceiling of my cell, wondering how I ended up here.Prisoner.The word still feels foreign to me, even though I’ve been living it. There’s an ache in my chest, reminding me of the betrayal that landed me in this place.Eric and Julia—the two people I trusted most—had betrayed me. My husband got me arrested, leaving me to rot here while they lived their happy little lives, free from the consequences of what they’d done.I run my hand over my stomach, my heart aching for the child growing inside me. Our child. It’s still hard to wrap my mind around it. I’m scared, terrified for this innocent life caught in the middle of this nightmare.What will I do? How can I protect my baby when I can’t even protect myself?The prison doors creak open, pulling me out of my thoughts."You have a visitor," the guard says.Slowly, I get up and make my way to the visitation room. For a moment, I hold onto a foolish hope that
I don’t know what I’m expecting when I agree to Alexander’s plan, but I certainly don’t expect how quickly things move. One moment, we’re in front of the prison discussing what needs to be done, and the next, I’m being escorted to his mansion.The drive is quiet, as Alexander sits beside me, staring straight ahead with a cold unreadable expression. His silence makes the air feel thick, and I can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to him than he lets on. Sitting so close to him does something to me. It puts me on edge. It makes my body stand at attention.As soon as we arrive, Alexander doesn’t waste any time. He gives instructions to his staff and disappears into his office, leaving me alone in the living room. The mansion is enormous and so is his estate, with high ceilings, marble floors, and chandeliers that sparkle like they’re made of diamonds. It feels cold and empty—just like Alexander. There’s no warmth here, no life.I shiver slightly, wrapping my arms around myself, feeli
ERIC'S POVI take a deep breath, feeling the tension in my chest tighten as I look at Julia. We’re in the middle of another argument—if I can even call it that. At this point, it’s like she’s deaf to reason, and I’m exhausted trying to make her see sense.“Julia,” I say, trying to keep myself calm. I'm tired of the shouting and the arguing, “do you even realize how much you’ve spent this month alone? We’re nearing two million dollars, Julia. On what? Bags? Clothes? Pointless things that you don’t even need.”She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms and leaning back on the kitchen counter. She looks as if she’s utterly bored by the conversation. “Eric, you’re overreacting,” she says “It’s not that big of a deal. You have the money. Why are you making this an issue?”My hands ball into fists, and I can feel the anger inside my spreading. I have to bite my tongue to stop myself from screaming. “Overreacting? Julia, this isn’t the first time. Every month, I keep watching my account drain l
ERIC'S POVThe moment I see her, the world narrows to just one person. Mia.For a moment, time stops.Her smile fades—not much, but enough that I know she recognizes me. My heart slams against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. She looks away almost instantly and her action stings more than it should.“You alright, Manuel?” Gerald’s voice snaps me back to the present.“Yeah.” My voice is hoarse, but I clear my throat and force a smile. “I’m fine.”Gerald speaks “Well, I’ve got to head out for a bit. You should mingle. I’m sure you’ll find someone interesting to talk to.”He turns back to Mia "Thank you once again for gracing us with your presence" Mia smiles "It's fine, really. It's a lovely exhibition" Gerald smiles at her before walking away and disappearing into the crowd. I don’t move. My feet are glued to the floor as I watch Mia. She moves on to another painting, acting like I don't exist. She's beautiful, poised and very composed. I, on the other hand, feel like I’m fal
ALEXANDER’S POVDaniel’s words replay over and over in my mind."They’re cousins.""She seemed upset. He was comforting her."Cousins. Julia and James. I can’t ignore the knot forming in my stomach. Julia has always been a thorn in Mia’s side. And James? He’s slipped too easily into Mia’s life. It’s all too perfect, too coincidental.Then there’s Mia’s accident. It wasn’t an accident. I know that much. And now, I can’t shake the thought that James might have had a hand in it. Maybe Julia’s pulling his strings, or maybe he’s been her partner all along. Either way, Mia is in the middle of it.I grit my teeth in frustration. My fist clenches as I think about Mia, about how easily she gives her trust. She deserves better than this. Better than him. If I don’t act now, she’ll walk straight into a trap.Immediately, I head down the hall toward her room. When I get to her door, I knock twice, then push the door open."Mia?" I call, stepping inside. My eyes land on her instantly.She’s on the
THIRD PERSON’S POVThe morning feels crisp against the skin, the kind of weather that feels just slightly too cool for comfort. Daniel sits in his car, sipping coffee from a cheap paper cup and watching the entrance of the office building across the street. It’s been three days of this routine: watching James, cataloging his movements, and reporting back to Alexander.At first, Daniel thought this assignment would be straightforward. Alexander’s suspicions about James ran deep, and Daniel was prepared to uncover James’ secrets—anything that might justify the fact that Mia’s car crash was orchestrated by James. But so far, James has been maddeningly… normal. Almost boringly so.The man wakes up early, keeps to himself, and spends long hours at the office. In the evenings, he returns home, picks up takeout or cooks something simple, and retires for the night. No hidden meetings. No secretive phone calls. Nothing suspicious at all.By the time the third day rolls around, Daniel begins to
ALEXANDER’S POVMy mind is in different places as I step out of Mia’s hospital room. My phone is already pressed to my ear. I know I’ve called my investigator before but I have the urge to call him again. When the line connects, I waste no time.“I want you to start with James,” I say “The guy Mia was with at the event. The same one who took her out yesterday. Watch him closely, follow his movements, and find out everything about him.”“Yes, sir. I’ll update you as soon as I have something,” the investigator responds.“Good. I don’t want any delays,” I say before ending the call and shoving the phone into my pocket.As I re-enter Mia’s room, I force myself to calm down. She’s sitting up now. Her wide eyes stare at me in confusion. I pull up a chair and sit beside her again.“You’re still worrying, aren’t you?” she asks softly.I let out a small huff, leaning forward “You’ve been in an accident, Mia. I think I’m allowed to worry.”“I’m fine,” she insists, though the way her hand trembl
ALEXANDER’S POVThe sound of my phone vibrating on the desk draws my attention away from the pile of papers scattered in front of me. I look at the screen and see Mia's name flashing. A soft smile tugs at my lips. She rarely calls during the day, but I’m caught in the middle of a heated meeting with the board.I silence the call and silently promise to call her back the moment this is over.By the time the meeting ends, my mind is already on her. I pull my phone from my pocket, surprised to see not just one, but several missed calls from her. That’s unlike her. I can’t help but feel a bit worried. I hit redial, but the call goes unanswered.I frown. Maybe she’s busy, I tell myself. She’ll call back when she can.Minutes pass and my worry only grows. I’m about to call her again when my phone rings. It’s a number from the house."Hello?" I answer quickly.“Sir,” the voice on the other end is shaky. It’s one of the maids. “It’s about Madam Mia… She’s been in an accident.”The words hit m
MIA'S POVAnother day, another set of responsibilities. After dressing up, I look over at Wendy, sitting cross-legged on the couch with focus as she colors in her notebook.“Wendy,” I call softly. She looks up and her wide eyes meet mine.“Yes, mummy?”I kneel in front of her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m heading out now, but I want you to remember something very important.”She tilts her head “What is it?”“I love you,” I whisper “More than anything in this world. Don’t ever forget that.”She beams, wrapping her little arms around my neck. “I love you too, mum. Always.”The hug lasts longer than usual, and when I finally pull away, there’s a feeling of unease in my chest. I shake it off. I have no idea why I feel like this. It’s just another day, after all. Nothing to worry about.“Be good for Maria, okay?” I say, referring to the housekeeper.“I will. Promise.”I give her one last kiss on the forehead and head outside. The Range Rover stands in the driveway, and t
JULIA’S POVI step out of the house with a hooded jacket hiding my features. My heart races, though I keep my breaths steady. This has to be perfect. Earlier, I instructed Paul to find Mia’s address, and he delivered. Now, I’m going to put my plan into motion.Eric isn’t home, which is convenient. I need this to happen without interruptions. Slipping into my disguise, I pull on a worn wig with strands falling over my face, then dress in old, ragged clothes that I wouldn’t be caught dead in on a normal day. I cut small holes into them for extra effect.. My reflection in the mirror earlier was unrecognizable, just as I intended.When I arrive at Mia’s estate, I’m taken aback. Her neighborhood screams luxury. Expensive cars are parked in driveways, and the homes stand tall, radiating wealth. A mansion? How did Mia manage to build this kind of life for herself? A feeling of jealousy stabs at me, but I shove it down. I’m not here to compare lives. I’m here to make sure hers takes a sharp t
JULIA’S POVI sit on the edge of my bed with my hands clenched tightly in my lap. The investigator’s words replay in my head on an endless loop.He tried to talk to her. He waited for her attention.The pictures Paul sent are still on my phone, mocking me from the bedside table. Eric and Mia—together. He didn’t even try to hide it.I breathe in deeply, trying to calm the fury boiling inside me, but it’s useless. My chest tightens, and my jaw aches from clenching my teeth so hard. How dare he? After everything I’ve done, after everything I’ve sacrificed, he has the audacity to go crawling back to her?A bitter laugh escapes me as I pace the room. I can’t let this slide. If I do, I know exactly what will happen. Eric will weasel his way back into Mia’s good graces. He’ll play the remorseful ex. He’ll go back to her to apologize and grovel, telling her it was all a mistake. And Mia—naive, pathetic Mia might actually believe him. She’d take him back, and then where would I be?Divorced.T
JULIA’S POVI sit in the living room in silence, staring at the wall. My mind races with different thoughts. The Tv makes noise in front of me but I’m not paying attention to whatever program is on. My thoughts are too loud, too chaotic and they drown out everything else.Ever since that argument with Eric, I haven’t been myself. I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong—off. He’s distant, and his words that night hinted at something deeper. I’ve suspected it for a while now, but after our fight, I knew I had to act.The memory of that night still lingers in my mind. We had been arguing again—about our relationship, about trust, about Mia. He denied everything, of course, but his avoidance, the way he refused to meet my eyes, said it all.I knew he wasn’t over her.If he was, he wouldn’t be so bothered about her. He was always deep in thought, staring into space, making phone calls he didn’t want me to hear. It was obvious.The bastard still loves her.Fuck.What does she have
MIA’S POVAnother woman.I freeze in the hallway as the unfamiliar figure comes out from Alexander’s room. There’s a huge satisfied smile on her lips. She’s tall, with impeccably styled hair and an air of casual confidence. She adjusts her coat, throwing one last glance at his door before she goes down the staircase and disappears.I stare at the now-empty corridor. Anger heats up inside me as I clench my fists. It isn’t just the implication of what happened that enrages me—it’s the blatant openness of it. In this house, our house, and with Wendy, my daughter, just down the hall. Alexander was never like this before. At least, if he had his affairs, they were discreet. I never saw him openly with any women.But now? Now, it’s as if he no longer cares.I feel an ache in my chest at the sight of it all.When did this start? And why?It didn’t help that I loved him. Was it my fault for allowing myself to fall for him, for believing that beneath his cold exterior there was a man worth lov