ARIANA'S POV
I stood frozen, my mind grappling with the officer’s words. “Odette Moreau is still at large.” The phrase echoed in my head, a mocking reminder of our misplaced trust. Just hours ago, Odette had looked so remorseful, promising she would turn herself in. We had given her the benefit of the doubt, and now she had vanished.
Outside the jailhouse, the morning sun seemed too bright, almost harsh, against the cold realization settling in. The chaos of the crowd, the flashing cameras, and the murmuring reporters all felt distant, muted by the storm raging inside me. We stood in silence, the weight of disappointment heavy on our shoulders.
Sylvia cleared her throat, b
ROBERT'S POV Odette stepped forward, her presence commanding and unexpectedly serene amidst the chaos. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut: we had been played. “Odette, what's going on?” Ariana's voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with a mix of fear and betrayal.Odette's laughter filled the room, a cold, mocking sound that sent a chill down my spine. It was the same laugh I remembered from the night before, after she had rammed her car into ours. The icy grip of fear tightened around my heart.Before we could react, armed policemen stormed the room, their shouts of “Freez
ARIANA'S POV I should have been celebrating. Odette Moreau was finally going to pay for her crimes, and justice had been served. I could finally sleep at night without nightmares of the torture I had undergone in her capture. I hoped so anyway. I couldn't go through life looking over my shoulders forever. I couldn't wake up each night in a sweat because I had woken up from yet another nightmare where I was being hit in the head. Even taking a shower was a daunting task because I could feel myself drowning.Now that both Reginald and Odette were behind bars, I should be happy but I couldn’t find it in me to be happy. Not with the way things stood between Rob and me.I paced the length of our bedroom, my anger bubbling just beneath the surface. Rob had humiliated Sylvia. Josh and Sylvia's relationship had fractured because of his reckless words. How could he not see the damage he had caused? I paused by the window, looking out at the garden below. The roses were in full bloom. I used
ROBERT'S POV The living room felt too small, closing in on me with every anxious step I took. My thoughts raced faster than my pacing feet. I knew I should be calling my law firm, getting them to assign me a lawyer to fight this custody issue with Margaret, but the very idea of a custody battle felt like plunging into a sordid nightmare.Margaret. Just thinking about her name made my stomach churn. A custody battle would be dirty, and I didn’t want to drag Nate through that mess. I stopped by the window, staring out at the garden Ariana loved so much. The roses were in full bloom, vibrant and alive—I thought amusingly that her devotion to this garden used to irritate me in our first year of marriage. Everything about Ariana irritated me then. But here was I. In love. Hopelessly. More pressing than the legal fight was Ariana. I had to talk to her first, and had to make her understand everything. And Josh—I owed him an apology too. Despite our differences, he’d been there when Ariana
ARIANA'S POV The words from the letter echoed in my mind like a relentless drumbeat. As long as you stay married to her, your case is lost. I felt dizzy, the world tilting on its axis. I needed air. I stumbled to the kitchen, pulling a bottle of water from the refrigerator. The cold liquid slid down my throat, but it did nothing to quench the panic rising inside me. My hands were shaking. I gripped the edge of the counter, trying to steady myself. The room seemed to blur and shift, the walls closing in on me. I took a deep breath, then another, but it felt like I couldn't get enough oxygen. I turned on the faucet and splashed cold
ROBERT'S POV I watched in helpless rage as Josh's hands clamped down on Ariana's arms. My muscles tensed, ready to spring, but I held back, my breath catching in my throat. Josh's eyes were wild, his grip too tight. I wanted to rip him away from her, but something stopped me—an awful, gnawing curiosity about what he would do next.Ariana's face was a mix of fear and shock. The room seemed to shrink, the air thickening with unspoken tension. Josh's gaze shifted, confusion flickering across his face. Then, abruptly, he shoved her away. She staggered, catching herself against the wall. The sight was like a knife to my chest. I clenched my fists, swallowing a lump in my throat as Ariana slowly lifted her eyes to meet mine.
ARIANA'S POV I held onto Rob's hand, squeezing it tightly as the lawyer's words reverberated in my ears. Rob asked Jason to clarify what he meant, his voice betraying the tension he was trying to mask. The lawyer leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath before speaking.“Mr. Stone, I'm going to be frank with you,” Jason said, his gaze piercing. “Ariana is your wife, right?”My heart sank to the pit of my stomach, and I felt a nauseating wave of dread wash over me. Rob's grip tightened around my hand. “Yes,” he answered.
ROBERT'S POV I swallowed hard as Alan confirmed the name. The bitter taste in my mouth lingered as I repeated it, “Margaret.” I wasn’t surprised, but the confirmation was a gut punch all the same.“Why are you telling me this, Alan?” I asked, my voice harsher than I intended.Alan shifted uncomfortably, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Mr. Vanderbilt always spoke highly of you. He trusted you. Margaret's actions are destabilizing the company, and I thought you should know.”I took a deep breath, trying to process this new layer of betrayal. “Thank you, Alan. Here&
ARIANA'S POV A sickening feeling gnawed at my stomach. I didn’t know why, but the sense of dread was overwhelming. The memory of Josh grabbing hold of me and then letting go as he drunkenly declared he didn’t love me flashed through my mind. He had been drunk and unstable. Where could he have gone? Sylvia's round eyes looked up at me, filled with anticipation, as if she believed I had the solution. She seemed to think I knew Josh better than anyone else. I didn’t want to disappoint her. Desperately, I glanced at Rob for help, but his expression was unreadable.“Everyone, calm down,” Rob said firmly. “Josh is probably not in any danger. All our known enemies are behind bars. Reginald and Detective James are serving time, and Odette i