LINA’S POVI hum as I drive down to the hospital, my fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. My mind is restless. Carlos called me last night. He had been drinking again. Typical. I need to see him. I need to make sure he’s okay.And Emily...Just the thought of her makes my blood boil. She’s still his wife, but not for long. Soon, she’ll be out of the picture, and I won’t have to see her smug little face again.Half a billion dollars.That’s what she’s getting in the divorce settlement.My knuckles turn white against the steering wheel. That money should be mine. I’ve been by Carlos’s side through every moment he needed someone to lean on. I was his first love. And yet, that worthless woman, Emily, is walking away with a fortune she doesn’t deserve.I bite my lip, deep in thought, when my phone buzzes. The screen lights up with an unknown number. My heart skips a beat. I know exactly who it is.Pressing the answer button, I bring the phone to my ear."What?" I ask
I can’t help but feel awkward as I sit stiffly at the card table with my grandmother and her three best friends. The women are deep in conversation as they play their card games.I don’t belong here.Not that I don’t love my grandmother—I adore her—but I’m not exactly in my element surrounded by women in their seventies discussing bridge strategies and the latest gossip about people I’ve never met. I sip my tea, nodding politely whenever one of them glances at me, but I’m mostly zoning out, counting the minutes until I can make my escape.My phone buzzes against my lap. I glance down at the screen, and my heart does a small flip when I see the name flashing across it.Alexander.Excusing myself as politely as possible, I slip into the hallway and answer the call.“Hello?”“Hey, Emily,” he says in that deep tone of his. “How are you?”I sigh, running a hand through my hair. “I’m fine.”A pause. “You don’t sound fine.”I chuckle. “I’ll get over it.”Alexander hesitates for a moment, the
I stand before my mirror, holding up a sleek, elegant black dress against myself. I tilt my head slightly. It’s nice, but is it… special enough?“Alright, what do you think?” I ask, shifting my phone slightly so Bridget can see me properly through the video call.Bridget, lying on her bed with a glass of wine in hand, squints at the screen before scrunching her nose. “Mmm, it’s alright, I guess. But babe, it’s the gala! You need something flashy. Something that makes Alexander’s jaw drop the second he sees you.”I sigh, tossing the dress onto my bed. “Ugh, I don’t know what to wear. I thought this was supposed to be elegant.”“Elegant, yes. But boring? No,” she teases. “C’mon, Emily. You’re going to be on his arm. You need to make a statement.”I bite my lip, glancing at my open wardrobe. “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one scrambling last minute.”Bridget only grins. “That’s why you should always plan these things days in advance. But nooo, you wanted to ‘see how you felt’ the d
I follow Alexander as he walks toward the red carpet. His presence commands attention before we even reach the flashing lights and shouting photographers. The moment we step into view, the cameras go wild. Their bulbs flash too quickly for me to keep up."Alexander! Over here!" "Mr. Kingston! Who are you wearing tonight?" "Alexander! Is that your date? Who is she?"I blink, startled by the frenzy of voices calling his name. I know he is someone important, but I do not expect this. The way the crowd moves forward, the way the reporters vie for his attention—it is as if he is royalty.I lean toward him, whispering, "Who exactly are you?"He turns to me with a smirk. "Darling, if you don’t know by now, I must not be doing my job well enough."I roll my eyes. "That doesn’t answer my question."His smirk deepens. "Let’s just say I’m very... influential."His bodyguards move in close behind us. I want to know more, but before I can press him further, we reach the carpet. I stop at the edge,
The reflection in the mirror stares back at me. The knot of my tie is perfectly straight. I adjust the cuff of my suit jacket, exhaling slowly as I mentally prepare for the night ahead. The charity gala. Another evening of polite smiles, handshakes, and empty conversations I have no interest in having.The bedroom door bursts open, slamming against the wall."Carlos!" Lina raises her voice.I don’t even flinch. Sadly, I’m already used to her outbursts.I meet her furious gaze in the mirror, watching as she storms in."Have you seen my lip gloss? The one in the gold tube?"I sigh, turning back to my reflection. "No."Lina huffs, yanking open drawers, tossing things aside. "I swear, I left it right here! And now it’s gone. Just perfect."She continues looking. I can feel her frustration growing with every passing second. "I don’t understand why things keep disappearing in this house!"I pinch the bridge of my nose. At this point, my patience is thinning. "Lina, you have a whole damn dra
CARLOS’ POVI see her before she sees me.For a moment, I think I’m hallucinating. I blink, once, twice, trying to convince myself that it isn’t real—that she isn’t real. But she is. Standing across the ballroom, dressed in shimmering gold, looking every bit like the goddess she was always meant to be.Emily.My chest tightens as I drink her in, the way the dress clings to her curves, the way the soft lights of the chandelier dance against her skin, giving her an ethereal glow. Her dark hair is falls to her shoulders in flawless waves. Her hair highlights the curve of her shoulders in the most beautiful way. She looks breathtaking, more than I remember, more than I deserve to see.I feel a sharp pull in my chest. I try to ignore it, but my feet move before I can stop them.“Carlos?” I hear Lina call from behind but I pay her no mind. How can I? all I can focus on is Emily.What’s she doing here? I never expected to see her here.Lina says something again but it feels like background
CARLOS' POVI stand there, frozen, watching Emily disappear into the crowd with Alexander. My hands clench into fists at my sides, and my pulse hammers in my ears. She’s gone, just like that, and there’s nothing I can do about it.Beside me, Lina scoffs, breaking the silence. "Seriously, Carlos? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What?"I don’t answer. I can’t. My chest feels tight, like something is squeezing around my ribs. But Lina isn’t done. "I don't know what you ever saw in her. She's so... plain. And come on, Carlos, there’s no way a man like Alexander Gonzalez is actually interested in her. She probably slept her way into his life."My head snaps toward her. I can’t help the anger flaring hot inside me. "Lina. Don't say that."She blinks, caught off guard by the sharpness in my voice. "What?""Don't ever say things like that about Emily," I say. "You don’t know her. You don’t know anything about her."Lina scoffs again, louder this time. "Are you seriously defending her right
EMILY’S POVThe classical music playing fills the entire ballroom. I move with Alexander. Our steps are in perfect sync as he leads me effortlessly across the floor. His touch is gentle. His hand rests at the small of my back while our fingers intertwine. The warmth of his palm against mine sends a shiver up my arm."You’re a wonderful dancer, Emily," Alexander says.I laugh softly, tilting my head to look up at him. "That’s all you. I’m just following your lead."He smirks. "I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You move with such grace, it’s as if you were made for this."I can’t help but blush. Alexander has a way with words. He knows exactly how to make a woman feel like the most precious thing in the room."Flatterer," I tease, shaking my head."Honest man," he corrects with a wink. "I have a confession.""Oh?" I raise a curious brow.He leans in slightly, his lips mere inches from my ear. "I’ve been waiting all night to dance with you."His words send a rush of heat through me. "Is
EMILY'S POVEMILY’S POV(THE DAY OF THE DINNER)That evening, I pace my bedroom with my phone pressed to my ear, Alexander’s smooth voice filling the space around me. I let out a sigh, twirling a strand of hair around my finger."I don’t know, Alexander," I admit, sitting on the edge of my bed. "This dinner… it just feels like a bad idea."He chuckles on the other end. "Why? Because Carlos might bring Lina? Emily, you’re stronger than this. And honestly, what better way to show him you’ve moved on?"I scoff. "I never said I was trying to prove anything to Carlos.""Maybe not, but deep down, you want him to see you thriving. And you are, Emily. You’re beautiful, independent, and way out of his league. He just didn’t realize it until it was too late."His words send warmth spreading through me, and before I can stop myself, I laugh. "You’re ridiculous, you know that?""Ridiculously right? Yeah, I know." I can hear the smile in his voice, and for some reason, it makes my heart skip a bea
EMILY'S POVI sit on the couch with one leg curled beneath me. Bridget, Helen, and I are on a video call."Emily, I’m telling you, this whole situation is insane. Carlos came to visit you yesterday? Why?" Bridget asks.I sigh, rubbing my forehead. "Bridget, I don’t know, okay? I don’t have the energy to think about it right now.""You should, Em. Because if you don’t, I will. I swear, if I ever see that bastard—""I think it’s cute," Helen says. "He’s trying to make up for things.""How about his little girlfriend then?" Bridget asks Helen.A sharp knock at the door makes me sit up. I frown, glancing at the clock. It’s too late for visitors, and I’m not expecting anyone."Bridget, I’ll call you later," I say, already getting to my feet."Wait, who is it?""No idea," I murmur."Be careful. And if it’s Carlos, kick him in the balls for me," Bridget says.I snort, shaking my head. "Goodbye, guys."I hang up and walk toward the front door just as one of the maids opens it. My breath hitch
EMILY’S POVI wake up to the sunlight the next morning. My fingers stretch across the sheets, looking for warmth, looking for him. But the other side of the bed is cold and empty. Just like every other morning since he left.Carlos.I let out a bitter laugh, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I force myself to sit up. “Damn it, Emily,” I mutter, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “You’re stronger than this.”Except I don’t feel strong. I feel hollow. But I can’t let myself drown in that emptiness. Not when I have someone else to live for now.My hands cradle my stomach.“It’s just you and me now, sweetheart,” I whisper, running my fingers over the soft fabric of my nightshirt. “We’re going to be okay.”The baby doesn’t answer, of course, but the thought of them is the only thing keeping me calm. Keeping me moving. If I stop, I’ll fall apart.I push to my feet and make my way to the kitchen. The routine helps. Coffee. Emails. Anything to keep my mind busy. Anything to silence t
CARLOS' POVI swirl the liquid in my glass as I sit alone, lost in thought. I take a slow sip, letting the burn go down my throat, but it does nothing to clear my mind.Lina's voice echoes in my head. Our last conversation left a bitter taste in my mouth, one that no amount of whiskey can wash away. She had been right—of course, she had. But I had been too stubborn, too caught up in my own lies to admit it.She asked me if I was still hung up on Emily. I had hesitated, and that hesitation had said more than any lie could. I wanted to believe that Lina was what I wanted. That I could be happy with her. But sitting here now, staring at the old, faded photograph on my desk, I know the truth.Emily.I drag a hand down my face with a sigh. I had promised myself I wouldn’t think about her, wouldn’t let her haunt me. But seeing her at the ball had shattered that resolve. She had been breathtaking, standing there with Alexander. The way she had looked at him—I clench my jaw, gripping the gla
LINA'S POVThe sunlight pours into my bedroom as I pace around, phone in hand, still caught up in the magic of last night.“Elisa, you should have seen it! The ball was breathtaking. I swear, I felt like royalty walking through those golden doors,” I say, running my fingers through my hair as I step into the bedroom.Elisa laughs “I’m sure you did, darling. You always know how to command a room. Did Carlos stay by your side the whole time?”I scoff, looking through my vanity for my lip gloss. “Of course not. He had to entertain some business acquaintances. But you won’t believe who I saw there.”“Who?” Elisa asks, intrigued.“Emily.” Just saying her name makes my skin crawl.There’s a sharp inhale on the other end. “What? What the hell was she doing there? Is she stalking you guys?”“I wouldn’t be surprised,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “She was definitely watching. It was pathetic. You should have seen the way she kept staring at Carlos like she still had a chance.”Elisa groans. “Ugh
EMILY’S POVThe classical music playing fills the entire ballroom. I move with Alexander. Our steps are in perfect sync as he leads me effortlessly across the floor. His touch is gentle. His hand rests at the small of my back while our fingers intertwine. The warmth of his palm against mine sends a shiver up my arm."You’re a wonderful dancer, Emily," Alexander says.I laugh softly, tilting my head to look up at him. "That’s all you. I’m just following your lead."He smirks. "I wouldn’t be so sure about that. You move with such grace, it’s as if you were made for this."I can’t help but blush. Alexander has a way with words. He knows exactly how to make a woman feel like the most precious thing in the room."Flatterer," I tease, shaking my head."Honest man," he corrects with a wink. "I have a confession.""Oh?" I raise a curious brow.He leans in slightly, his lips mere inches from my ear. "I’ve been waiting all night to dance with you."His words send a rush of heat through me. "Is
CARLOS' POVI stand there, frozen, watching Emily disappear into the crowd with Alexander. My hands clench into fists at my sides, and my pulse hammers in my ears. She’s gone, just like that, and there’s nothing I can do about it.Beside me, Lina scoffs, breaking the silence. "Seriously, Carlos? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What?"I don’t answer. I can’t. My chest feels tight, like something is squeezing around my ribs. But Lina isn’t done. "I don't know what you ever saw in her. She's so... plain. And come on, Carlos, there’s no way a man like Alexander Gonzalez is actually interested in her. She probably slept her way into his life."My head snaps toward her. I can’t help the anger flaring hot inside me. "Lina. Don't say that."She blinks, caught off guard by the sharpness in my voice. "What?""Don't ever say things like that about Emily," I say. "You don’t know her. You don’t know anything about her."Lina scoffs again, louder this time. "Are you seriously defending her right
CARLOS’ POVI see her before she sees me.For a moment, I think I’m hallucinating. I blink, once, twice, trying to convince myself that it isn’t real—that she isn’t real. But she is. Standing across the ballroom, dressed in shimmering gold, looking every bit like the goddess she was always meant to be.Emily.My chest tightens as I drink her in, the way the dress clings to her curves, the way the soft lights of the chandelier dance against her skin, giving her an ethereal glow. Her dark hair is falls to her shoulders in flawless waves. Her hair highlights the curve of her shoulders in the most beautiful way. She looks breathtaking, more than I remember, more than I deserve to see.I feel a sharp pull in my chest. I try to ignore it, but my feet move before I can stop them.“Carlos?” I hear Lina call from behind but I pay her no mind. How can I? all I can focus on is Emily.What’s she doing here? I never expected to see her here.Lina says something again but it feels like background
The reflection in the mirror stares back at me. The knot of my tie is perfectly straight. I adjust the cuff of my suit jacket, exhaling slowly as I mentally prepare for the night ahead. The charity gala. Another evening of polite smiles, handshakes, and empty conversations I have no interest in having.The bedroom door bursts open, slamming against the wall."Carlos!" Lina raises her voice.I don’t even flinch. Sadly, I’m already used to her outbursts.I meet her furious gaze in the mirror, watching as she storms in."Have you seen my lip gloss? The one in the gold tube?"I sigh, turning back to my reflection. "No."Lina huffs, yanking open drawers, tossing things aside. "I swear, I left it right here! And now it’s gone. Just perfect."She continues looking. I can feel her frustration growing with every passing second. "I don’t understand why things keep disappearing in this house!"I pinch the bridge of my nose. At this point, my patience is thinning. "Lina, you have a whole damn dra