NORA'S POV The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. “I’ve found someone else.” Sam’s face stilled, his expression unreadable. For a moment, it looked like I had punched the air out of him. He blinked, as if trying to understand what I had just said. I didn’t dare move, every nerve in my body on edge. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. His hand dropped from mine slowly, reluctantly, like he was forcing himself to let go. “Okay,” he whispered, his voice rough. He looked down for a second, brushing a hand over his mouth. When he glanced back up, the sadness in his eyes hit me square in the chest. “Okay,” he repeated quietly, his lips pressing into a thin line. Without another word, he turned and left, the soft click of the door louder than it should’ve been. The moment the door shut, my knees buckled, and I crumbled to the floor, burying my face in my hands. Tears welled up, hot and fast, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them. I hadn’t r
NORA'S POVThe rain was pouring hard, soaking me as I rushed into Sam’s company building. I had not taken my car because it was a trekkable distance, and I had not anticipated the rain.My heels clicked against the marble floor, and my clothes were sticking to my skin, but none of that mattered. I held the watch tight under my coat, protecting it from the rain.It was Sam's watch—a leather-strapped heirloom passed down from his father. He always wore it during important meetings, like a good luck charm. This morning, I saw it lying on the nightstand. He left in such a hurry, barely saying goodbye, that I knew he would need it today.Genevieve had encouraged me to go to him. To show him this act of kindness. She believed it would touch her brother's heart.He had been distant lately, colder, like the man I married was fading away. We used to be best friends, but now? Now, it felt like he barely knew me.I knew it was pathetic to get my husband’s attention like this, but that’s what it
NORA'S POVMy chest felt tight, as I walked down the brightly lit hallway, and I had to fight back the tears. The sight of Isabella sitting with Sam, laughing, had torn me apart. They looked like they shared something private, something I would never be a part of. I clutched my coat tighter, trying to pull myself together.When I got close to the elevator, I spotted Jacob leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking smug. The same look he always had when he saw me. We had grown up in the same neighbourhood, the same big sprawling mansions, the same schools. Sam, Jacob, Genevieve and I all used to be friends,but things had changed over the years. Jacob had always had a way of making me feel small.“Leaving already?” Jacob sneered, his eyes narrowing. “You’re not fooling anyone, Nora. You’re just holding Sam back, and everyone knows it.”I froze. His words stung harder than usual. Maybe it was because of what happened earlier—Jacob was Sam's best friend. Maybe he knew something I did
NORA'S POVSam walked out without looking back, leaving behind the thick silence of our bedroom. I sat frozen for a moment, the words I had just said ringing in my ears. I had expected some form of reaction from Sam. Anything but coldness. Why wouldn't he fight for us?In the middle of the night, I went downstairs to find him sleeping on the couch. I sighed and went back up with a broken heart.Divorce. The word still hung in the air, heavy and impossible to take back. I sat down at the computer and sent an email to my lawyer to get the papers ready. I had toyed with the idea for months but now, it was reality.I stood up and went to the window, staring out into the night. The cold air from the river about a mile away wafted into the room bringing with it the scent of water and the shouts of seamen. I looked at the garden below that extended to the dock that we never used. I let out a shaky breath, trying to collect myself. I’d done it. There was no undoing it now. The marriage was o
NORA'S POVI flopped down on the edge of my bed, trying to catch my breath. Genevieve always had this sixth sense for when I needed a little TLC (Tender Loving Care). It was nice to be with someone who just got it—no judgment, no pressure, just pure support.Her question hung in the air like a balloon waiting to pop. “So, what’s the plan, Nora?”Genevieve was standing by the window, her back to me. She turned around with that warm smile of hers. “What’s cooking, good looking?” She was trying hard to keep the conversation light with her joke.I giggled then I let out a big sigh. “Honestly? I’ve been thinking about what I used to love before... you know, before Sam and all this craziness. Remember when I used to paint?”Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Oh my gosh, yes! You doodled on everything! Even my notebooks!” She chuckled, and we both shared a laugh over that memory. “Wait, don’t tell me you’ve picked up the brush again?”I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. “Yep! It’s b
SAM’S POVI stared at the divorce papers in front of me, the black ink screaming off the page. Final Decree of Divorce. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t let it show. Lily stood by my desk, shifting her weight nervously as if she didn’t want to be the one delivering the news.“Mr. Bennett,” she said gently. “Your wife... um, Ms. Bennett, had these sent over this morning.”I swallowed the lump in my throat and forced a nod. “Thanks, Lily.”She hovered by the door, uncertain, like she wanted to say more.“If there’s anything I can—”“There’s nothing,” I cut her off, harsher than I intended. Lily flinched, and I immediately regretted it.She gave me a tight smile. “Understood. Just let me know if you need anything.”I nodded again, already tuning her out. Once she left the room, I leaned back in my chair and let out a long, shaky breath. The papers were still there—staring back at me, cold and final. This is what she wanted, I reminded myself. She had made up her mind, and I… I
NORA'S POVThe moment I ended the call with Sam, I stood frozen in the middle of the consultation room, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. I could still hear the confusion in his voice, the way it cracked slightly when he asked who was with me. He wasn’t angry—just... desperate, and I hung up on him. I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to slow the erratic beating of my heart. Sam always knew how to throw me off balance. Even now, divorced and with my life in pieces, he still managed to stir something in me—something I wasn’t ready to face.Daniel cleared his throat softly, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his tone kind but cautious.I shook my head quickly. “No. It’s nothing.” But we both knew that wasn’t true.Daniel gave me a sympathetic smile, the kind you reserve for someone walking through a storm without an umbrella. “Whatever it is, you’ll figure it out,” he said. “Just take care of yourself, okay?”I nodded, forcing a ti
SAM'S POV The second Nora vanished upstairs, I rounded on Isabella, my patience hanging by a thread. “What the hell is wrong with you Izzy?” I growled, keeping my voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tension. “Why do you enjoy being mean to her?” Isabella’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Oh, Sam, relax. You really should have told her the truth. It would have saved us all a lot of trouble.”The muscles in my jaw clenched. “This isn’t a game, Isabella.” She arched a brow, entirely unbothered by my frustration. “You think I don’t know that? If anyone’s playing games, it’s you, Sam. Pretending you can have it both ways—your secrets and Nora.” I stepped closer, my voice low and dangerous. “I swear, Isabella, if you keep pushing—” Her smile widened, smug and taunting. “You’ll what? Go ahead, Sam. But we both know you won’t. Not after everything we agreed on. Not after what I did for you!”The mention of our deal made the blood in my veins boil, but I knew better than to l