Andreas’s POVSweet.That word had lodged itself in my head ever since I overheard a man whisper it to his wife as they strolled past me, her giggles echoing down the hall. It irritated me. It reminded me of Ashley—of the way she had this strange hold on me, how the mere thought of her made me feel like a kid who'd just been allowed to have candy. My eyes kept flicking toward the entrance, restless anticipation bubbling beneath my skin. It was ridiculous, really. Waiting for her like this.I hated that I felt it—that ache, that need to see her again.For what felt like the hundredth time, I reminded myself that tonight was the last night. The last time Ashley would stand by my side before everything fell apart. Tomorrow, I’d have to sit my father down and confess. I’d have to tell him about Ashton. About Ashley. About the wife swap.It would destroy whatever illusion we’d managed to uphold, and after that, I had no idea what would come next. No more pretense. No more hiding behind the
Andreas’s POVAdam was always late. If there was one thing I could count on, it was that he’d make a scene by showing up at the last possible minute, basking in the attention his tardiness garnered. And tonight was no different.He strolled in with his wife, Sansa, on his arm, the picture of the perfect couple. Except, it was all a lie. Anyone who knew them knew the truth—there was no love between them, just an arranged marriage stitched together by our parents to consolidate wealth and power. A hollow, loveless match.Sansa smiled warmly at me, her eyes soft and kind, the way they always were. And I smiled back, a genuine one, though it felt rare on a night like this. A part of me always felt sad for her. She didn’t deserve to be stuck with my asshole brother, trapped in a life that wasn’t hers. Besides Annabel, Sansa was the only other person in this family I didn’t mind helping if she ever needed anything. She was too good for this family.“Andreas,” she greeted, her voice soft, li
Ashley’s POVI stared at my reflection in the mirror, barely recognizing myself beneath the layers of makeup. My face was flawless, the work of Shannon, who had spent the last hour fussing over me as if I were some kind of doll, which, surprisingly, had made me feel more at ease than I’d expected.“You look absolutely fabulous!” Faye exclaimed from where she sat, her voice bright and animated as always, as Shannon finished up her makeup. Shannon had jumped in last minute after Faye hurried over to the house, desperate because her own makeup artist was running late from another appointment.“Really, you do,” Shannon chimed in, taking a step back to admire her work. “And this dress is perfect for the gala.”I forced a small smile as I glanced down at the gown I’d chosen for tonight. It was elegant but understated, something that wouldn’t draw too much attention while still meeting the occasion’s standards. Exactly how I liked to be. Yet as perfect as it all was—my makeup, the dress, the
Ashley’s POV“She always had that air about her,” Faye continued, her voice growing more thoughtful. “Like, she’d let you in just enough to feel like you knew her, but never too much. Vulnerability wasn’t her thing. And honestly, I’m surprised we even got as close as we did. I think I wore her down,” Faye said with a small laugh. “I wasn’t really taking no for an answer.”I smiled at that, a soft, bittersweet smile, because that was also true. Faye had a way of worming herself into people’s lives, making sure you felt her presence. It made sense that she’d gotten Ashton to open up in ways I never had.“That sounds like her,” I said, my voice quiet. “She liked to keep things at arm’s length. People, emotions... everything.”Faye nodded, her expression softening as she glanced at me, her eyes searching my face. “But you know, Ash...one thing Ashton always said—whenever anyone asked—was that she wasn’t the better twin.”My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounding in my chest. I turn
Ashleyms POVWe arrived at the gala, the car slowing to a stop in front of the grand entrance. The evening air was cool, but I barely felt it as I stepped out, more focused on what awaited me inside. Adam nodded as I exited, and Faye followed, linking her arm with mine as we headed into the hotel. Her usual energy was subdued, a quiet reminder of the conversation we’d had about Ashton. Knowing someone else missed her as deeply as I did, and remembered her so warmly, eased the ache in my chest—if only just a little.Faye let out a soft gasp as we stepped into the hall, and I shared the sentiment. The space was stunning, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors. A soft hum of conversation filled the room as people, dressed to perfection, mingled in their finest attire. I had to shake off the heaviness that still lingered from the car ride, forcing myself to focus on the event and the part I was supposed to play.As we moved further into the crowd, Faye
Ashley’s POVI was still reeling, breathless from Andreas’s words—“You look divine.” His compliment had landed softly, but it lingered, wrapping around me like a blanket. I had been preparing myself for a cold, polite greeting from him, something more in line with the “friendship” we had agreed on. But the look in his eyes, the warmth in his voice, it felt real, too real.Before I could fully recover from that moment, Andreas turned toward his secretary, who had been standing quietly by the side. His hand was still holding mine, like he wasn’t ready to let go.“You were saying something before Ashley arrived?” he asked, his tone calm, but I could hear the underlying tension.The secretary’s posture stiffened as she cleared her throat. There was something ominous in her expression as she spoke. “It’s about our major investor in the donations for the gala, Mrs. Veronica Hastings. She’s informed us that she wants to pull out.”I felt Andreas’s entire body go rigid, his hand tightening ove
Ashley’s POVWe made our way towards the door where the secretary said Veronica Hastings would be, and just as I was about to take a deep breath and steel myself for whatever was waiting behind it, I felt Andreas slow beside me. His hand briefly slipped from mine, and I turned to see him pressing his palm to his chest, his breath shallow."Andreas?" I asked, concern threading through my voice. “Are you okay?”He waved me off, his expression strained. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual strength. “Let’s keep going.”I hesitated, but nodded, deciding not to press. Maybe it was just the pressure of everything, the stress catching up with him. But as we neared the door, I heard him gasp again. This time, he clutched his chest harder, his face pale.My heart jumped in my chest. "Andreas, wait!" I reached out, grabbing his arm. “What’s happening? Do you have your inhaler?”He stopped and turned to look at me, confused. “Inhaler?” he repeated weakly.Before I could resp
Ashley’s POVPanic clawed at me as the seconds stretched unbearably long, the incessant beeping of his wristwatch only heightening the tension in the room as we waited for the doctor to arrive. Andreas trembled as he forced himself into an upright position as he reached into his pockets, struggling to retrieve something.“Andreas, what are you doing?” I asked, my voice tight with worry.He didn't answer right away, his focus solely on pulling out a small pack of pills from his jacket. His fingers were shaking too much to open it, and I immediately stepped in, my hands steadying his as I helped him tear the pack open."Here," I said softly, my voice a bit shaky, “let me help.”The secretary, ever calm despite the situation, rushed to the refrigerator. She grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Andreas. He took the pills and the water, his hands still trembling as he swallowed them down. For a few agonizing moments, the room was silent except for his labored breaths and the quiet tic
Ashley’s POV“Thank you,” I managed, taking the bouquet from Andreas, my fingers trembling slightly. “You… you came.”He chuckled softly, nodding. “Wouldn’t miss it. I’m proud of you, Ashley. You’re amazing. The book…it’s incredible.” He paused, and the warmth in his eyes made my heart race. “I’ve already read it, by the way,” he added, a hint of teasing in his tone. “I couldn’t put it down.”A small, awkward laugh escaped my lips, a nervous sound. “You read it?” I asked, almost incredulous. “All of it?”He nodded, his gaze unwavering. “Every word. You have a real talent, Ashley. I’m not just saying that because of…well, because of us.” He gave a small smile, almost sheepish, and I swallowed, fighting the urge to reach out and kiss him. “You’ve always had it in you. I’m just glad the world gets to know the face behind the work.”I felt a warmth in my chest, the kind that had been absent for so long. I opened my mouth to thank him and paused, wondering if he’d leave after I responded a
Ashley’s POVThe book launch venue was everything I’d hoped it would be—a cozy, intimate setting with an air of understated elegance. The soft glow of chandeliers reflected off the polished wood floors, and the tables were lined with white tablecloths, their centerpieces adorned with my favorite flowers. It was the kind of place that felt warm and welcoming, just like the people who had supported me along the way. As I stood outside for a moment, taking in the sight of it all, a nervous flutter took over my stomach. The event was finally happening. This was real. I rushed to the back entrance, slightly out of breath as I adjusted my dress. It was simple but elegant, a soft blue outfit that felt just right for the occasion. I had done everything to plan, but of course, I was running behind. The chaos of getting ready and the last-minute checks on everything had left me feeling a bit frazzled, but beneath the nerves, there was a sense of excitement I couldn’t ignore. This moment was f
Ashley’s POVA Year LaterThe air was crisp, but the sun cast a warm, golden glow over the gravesite. I sat on the bench near Ashton’s tombstone, the scent of fresh flowers mixing with the earthy smell of the cemetery. In my hands, I held a bouquet of bright flowers and a box of cookies—the kind we used to love as kids.I arranged them carefully at the base of the stone, each movement slow, deliberate. I knew Ashton wasn’t really here, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was still with me—somewhere, somehow. Sometimes, I liked to think she could hear me, or at least, feel my presence. So, I began speaking aloud, as if she were sitting right beside me, just like when we were younger, chatting about everything and nothing at all.“It’s been an eventful year, Ash,” I murmured, feeling the weight of the words as I spoke them. “I guess you know that already, but I still need to say it. I’ve been doing a lot of things I never thought I’d do.”I paused, looking out at the rows of grave
Ashley’s POVI swallowed hard, my throat tightening. The words felt like a punch in the gut, but in a way, they were also the relief I hadn’t known I was waiting for. My sister, my twin, had always been larger than life. She had overshadowed me in everything—her beauty, her confidence, her charisma. It wasn’t always intentional. She hadn’t known the effect she had on me, the way I always felt like I was just trying to catch up, just trying to exist beside her.“I’m sorry for all the times I overshadowed you, even without meaning to. You were always the best part of me.”The words blurred as tears welled up in my eyes. I hadn’t realized until that moment how much I had needed to hear them. I had spent so much of my life feeling like an afterthought, living in the space that Ashton’s brilliance had left behind. But now, as I read those words, I allowed myself to believe them—for the first time in my life.“I hope you can forgive me for all the times I wasn’t there, for all the mess I le
Ashley’s POVThe room was quiet, save for the hum of the heater, a soft background noise that reminded me that I was no longer at the mansion. I sat at the small desk in the corner of my now shared apartment with Liv, staring at the blank page of my journal. The pen in my hand felt foreign, like I was holding someone else’s tool, meant for someone else’s purpose.It had been weeks since I left Andreas, though it still felt like I was living in the aftermath of that decision. The pain was still there, a constant presence in the pit of my stomach, but there was something else, too—a strange, bittersweet peace. I was no longer just pretending. I wasn’t living in the shadow of Ashton’s life, her successes, her untimely death. I was just... me.I shifted in the chair, pulling my knees up to my chest as I let my gaze drift out the window. The lights of the city twinkled below, but the sky above was dark, as though it mirrored the way I still felt inside. Despite the nights I cried myself to
Andreas’s POVMoving to the bedroom, I laid on Ashley’s side, feeling the coldness of the sheets where her warmth had once been. Without her, it felt wrong, everything felt wrong. But I couldn’t change it. Not yet, at least. She had made her choice, and I had to respect that.I had to admit it, even to myself: I didn’t think I could live without her. But as much as I ached for her, chasing after her now would only drive her further away. She needed time, space to figure herself out, and I wasn’t about to make her feel cornered. I wasn’t about to be the one who trapped her. She had already sacrificed so much for me, for Ashton. If I was going to love her the way she deserved, I had to let her go.I knew that she didn’t ask me to wait. She hadn’t asked me to do anything, really, except to give her what she needed. But in my heart, I couldn’t shake the resolve that I would wait for her. Time would pass, and maybe she’d find her way back to me. Or maybe she wouldn’t. But no matter what, I
Andreas’s POVThe glass of whiskey sat in front of me, untouched, and I stared at it without really seeing it, my mind preoccupied with the words Ashley had left me with, the ones that echoed in my head like an unwanted refrain. “You deserve someone who fits seamlessly into your life, not someone who makes you choose.”For the first time, I questioned everything I had built. I had spent years constructing a life that was logical, pragmatic—a life that adhered to the rules of the world I was born into. A life where love was a luxury, something I could never afford. I married Ashton, not out of love, but because it was expected of me and I had wanted someone who wouldn’t be my father’s pawn. The contract was simple, clean, and it served its purpose. I chose the company over everything else, convincing myself that reputation, power, and control were all that mattered. I never allowed myself to truly love, not because I didn’t want to, but because I couldn’t. My heart, damaged by a condit
Ashley’s POVI took a deep breath and sat down beside Andreas, feeling the coolness of the leather against my skin, the space between us growing more fragile with every passing second.“I don’t know where to start,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I love you, Andreas. I’ve loved you for so long now, even when I didn’t know how to admit it, even when I didn’t know how to let myself feel it.”He was silent, his dark eyes fixed on me, watching me with a mixture of concern and understanding. He wasn’t interrupting, waiting patiently as I tried to find the right words. His presence was warm, comforting even, but it only made this harder.“I didn’t know what I was getting into when I agreed to the swap but meeting you has been one of the most rewarding moments of my existence,” I continued, the tears that had been threatening to spill finally falling freely. “You’ve shown me love, patience, and given me the strength to face so many things, things I didn’t even realize I needed to face. You’
Ashley’s POVThe day of Ashton’s burial was a blur of emotions. Grief, yes—I had expected that. But there was also relief, anger, hope, and a strange sense of peace that I couldn’t quite place.The small ceremony was held in a quiet corner of the Thorne estate, under a canopy of trees that Ashton would’ve loved. The turnout was larger than I’d anticipated. It wasn’t just family, though the Thorne family was represented in some way, with Andreas and Annabelle by my side. Workers from the gallery had come too, some of them tearfully recalling stories of Ashton’s quick wit and unmatched dedication to her work. Liv had been by my side the entire time and Faye had managed to track down a few close friends, and seeing their faces filled me with gratitude.Of course, Adam and Amarinth were nowhere to be seen. I hadn’t expected them to come, nor did I want them there. Thomas was absent too, but Sansa had made an appearance. I couldn’t help but notice how much lighter she seemed, almost radian