Sarah’s POVMadrid was a city full of life, color, and endless possibilities. Every morning, I woke up to the hum of the streets below, the sound of people bustling about, starting their day. I still couldn't believe a week had gone by since I arrived in Madrid.It was different from what I was used to, but that was the point. I wanted something different. I needed it.I spent the first week settling into my small apartment, a cozy place with warm terracotta tiles and a balcony overlooking a busy street. It wasn't much, but it was mine. It was a fresh start. The next step was building my company from the ground up. I had the experience and the know-how, but doing it in a new country came with its own set of challenges.I poured over legal documents, translated permits, and attended endless meetings. Most days were filled with paperwork and calls, but I was determined. My Spanish, thankfully, was strong enough to get me through these early hurdles. I could hold my own in conversati
Richard’s POV.I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the collar of my shirt. The room felt different these days. It was colder. Susan had changed everything, from the curtains to the furniture. Even the staff moved differently around the house. They used to smile more, chat a bit while they worked. Now, they were quieter, always with their eyes down, moving quickly and carefully. Susan was stricter, and honestly, I didn't mind. I liked the order. I liked the discipline.We had an event tonight—another one of those high-profile gatherings. Susan was going all out as usual. She was already dressed, standing in front of the mirror in her silver gown, checking her reflection every few minutes.“How do I look?” she asked again, turning slightly to see the back of her dress.“You look stunning,” I said, barely glancing at her. My focus was on finding my tie. It should’ve been right here in the closet, on the top shelf where it always was. But it was gone. I frowned, digging through
Sarah’s POV.Later that night, as I sat on my balcony overlooking the city lights, I thought about Wesley's offer. He had come into my life just when I needed someone, a guiding hand in this vast, unfamiliar city. It felt almost too good to be true, but I pushed that thought aside. I couldn't afford to second-guess every opportunity. Not now, when things were finally starting to look up.For the next few days, I threw myself into work with renewed energy. I followed up on Wesley’s suggestions, refined my business plans, and started preparing for the upcoming mixer. The more I worked, the more confident I felt. Madrid was beginning to feel less like a foreign land and more like a place where I could belong.The day of the mixer arrived, and I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. It was a simple yet elegant outfit, something that said I was here to make an impression but not trying too hard. My stomach fluttered with nerves. This was an important night, a chance to rea
Richard pov.Weeks passed, and it was the same thing every time Susan and I went out. People always found a way to bring up Sarah, to compare them. It was grating on my nerves. Why did they have to pick on Susan? It wasn't her fault that I didn’t love Sarah. If anything, Sarah was the other woman. Susan was the one I'd loved from the start.I stood outside our bedroom door, listening to her muffled cries. We had just come back from another event, and it had happened again. Someone had called her ‘the other woman.’ My hands balled into fists. Why couldn't they just let it go?Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open. Susan was on the bed, face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking. I walked over and sat beside her, reaching out to touch her back.“Susan,” I said softly.She jerked away from my hand. “Don’t,” she snapped. Her voice was raw. “You just stood there, Richard. You just watched while they called me the other woman.”I felt a knot in my stomach. “I... I didn't kno
Sarah’s POVMy business was finally starting to gain some real traction in Madrid. The contacts I made at the mixer, with Wesley’s help, were proving to be incredibly valuable. Every day, it seemed like new opportunities were popping up. I was getting invitations to more events, my ideas were being well-received, and I was even beginning to see some early signs of success. It felt like everything was falling into place.One afternoon, I was busy working in my office when Wesley walked in. He had that confident smile of his and a file tucked under his arm.“Hey, Sarah,” he said, dropping the file on my desk. “I have something exciting for you.”I looked up, curious. “What’s this?”“It’s an opportunity,” he said, leaning against my desk. “I’ve been talking to some folks, and they’re interested in a potential collaboration with your company.”I raised my eyebrows. “Really? That sounds promising. What kind of collaboration?”Wesley’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “It’s a chance to exp
Sarah’s POV.I barely made it home before the tears started falling. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I slid down to the floor, burying my face in my hands. The image of Richard and Susan, smiling and happy, flashed through my mind. My heart ached, the pain sharp and deep. The man I had loved, the one who never loved me back, had left me for his mistress. He had walked away from our marriage like it was nothing. And now, he was happy, ready to start a new life with her.“Why wasn't I enough?” I whispered to the empty room. I felt small and unwanted, like all those years meant nothing. I had given so much of myself to Richard, hoping he would one day love me back. But he never did. Instead, he moved on, leaving me behind to pick up the pieces.I cried for what felt like hours, letting out all the hurt and anger I had kept inside. After a while, I was just numb. I dragged myself to the couch, curling up into a ball, and staring blankly at the wall and I didn't know when I do
Richard’s POV.It had been two weeks since I got engaged to Susan, and she was on top of the world. Everywhere we went, she flashed the ring, her smile wide and bright. At home, she took charge of everything. “We need new curtains,” she said one day. The next, it was, “Let's change the dining table. It’s too old-fashioned.”She wanted to make the house feel ‘new,’ like a fresh start.I didn’t care much. She could change whatever she wanted. It was her home too now. But as the days passed, doubts started creeping in, like shadows I couldn't quite shake off. I remembered what Martins had said. He had looked me in the eyes and asked, ‘Are you sure you're happy?’At the time, I brushed it off. What did he know? I knew what I wanted. I wanted Susan. I wanted the thrill and the spark, not the dullness I had with…I paused, trying not to let my mind finish the thought. But it was there. Sarah. For all the things I didn’t feel for her, she put effort into our marriage. She planned ever
Sarah’s POV.I threw myself into my work. Every day, from morning until late at night, I buried myself in meetings, planning, and strategy sessions. It was easier to focus on the business than to think about Richard and Susan. The more I kept my mind occupied, the less time I had to dwell on them.Wesley was always there. He always seemed to have some new idea or opportunity that could push my company forward. We were a great team, and together, we made things happen. “Sarah,” Wesley said one afternoon, sitting across from me in my office, a stack of papers in his hands. “I've been looking into some new ventures. There's a lot of potential here for us to expand.”I glanced up from my laptop. “Expand how?”“Think of partnerships,” he explained, laying out the documents in front of me. “We can collaborate with some big names. It would open up new markets and give us a real edge.”I scanned the papers. It all sounded promising. “This looks... ambitious.”Wesley smiled. “That's the poi
Sarah povThe morning sunlight poured in through the kitchen window, warm and bright, spilling across the table as I sipped my coffee, feeling everything that had happened begin to ease. It was finally quiet. No more threats lurking in the background, no more lies or secrets tugging us apart. Just Richard and me, sitting together in the home we’d fought to protect.I glanced over at him, watching the way he seemed so at ease, leaning back in his chair with his coffee mug in hand. There was a hint of a smile playing on his lips, a calm I hadn’t seen in him for what felt like ages. I wondered if he could see the relief in my own face, the peace that was finally settling inside me. “We did it,” he said softly, almost like he was still trying to believe it himself.I nodded, a small smile spreading across my face. “Yeah. We really did.” The words felt light, almost surreal. After everything—the fear, the betrayals, the constant looking over our shoulders—it was hard to grasp that we
Richard pov.Facing the network had been a long time coming. Sarah and I stood outside a grand, old building where the leaders had gathered. Holding the incriminating evidence we’d collected over months, I took a deep breath. I glanced at Sarah, her eyes narrowed with determination, her chin set in that way that told me she wasn’t backing down. She’d come so far, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride mixed with the fear of what we were walking into. But this was our only shot at freedom.“Ready?” I asked though it was more for me than for her.She nodded. “More than ready.”Inside, the room was crowded with the high-ranking figures of the network. Their stares held nothing but cold, steely indifference, like they were sizing us up, wondering what two individuals thought they could do against them. But we had something they didn’t: proof, cold and solid, that could bring down every last one of them. The leader, a man with silver hair and a smug smile, eyed us with disdain.
Sarah’s pov.The past few weeks had pushed me further than I ever thought I could go. Sitting in the dimly lit room with Richard beside me, a file of secrets splayed across the table, I felt something strange—a calm I hadn’t felt in ages. Maybe it was because, for the first time, we were moving as one. Whatever came next, we’d face it together.James hovered at the edge of the room, his presence reminding me of how far we’d come, how we’d gone from fearing him to needing his help. I still didn’t trust him fully, but in this fight, he was an essential piece. He’d been our link to the network, revealing things we’d never have known otherwise.“Here it is,” James said, pointing to a creased map on the table. “They keep their ledger, the core of their operations, here.” His finger rested on a small, out-of-the-way warehouse marked on the map.Richard leaned over, studying it with narrowed eyes. “So all their dirty dealings, the whole network’s transactions… it’s all stored in this one
Richard pov.The anger hit me fast, followed by a wave of regret. “I should have known,” I muttered, my jaw clenching as I dropped the paper onto the table. “I should’ve seen this coming.”Sarah stepped closer, her hand resting on my arm. “Richard, you couldn’t have known. You trusted him because… well, because he was family to you.”“Family,” I echoed, the word tasting bitter. “Some family he turned out to be. He was there through everything, and now… now he’s part of this mess, trying to tear us down.”I turned away, trying to calm myself. This betrayal cut deep. But standing there, feeling Sarah’s gaze on my back, I felt something else—something that was stronger than anger or regret. Trust. She’d trusted me enough to tell me, to show me this evidence, even when it could have blown up in both our faces.“Sarah,” I said, my voice low, turning back to her. “Thank you. For telling me.”She looked surprised, like she hadn’t expected me to say that. “I just… I knew I couldn’t keep it f
Sarah’s Pov.I sat at the edge of the couch, staring at the news report on TV, my heart sinking as Richard’s face flashed across the screen. The scandal was everywhere—headlines blaring accusations, journalists picking apart every move Richard had ever made. They were talking about him as if he were some kind of villain as if he were guilty without question. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the screen, even though every word felt like a punch to the gut.The phone calls had started early. Friends, family, even reporters calling for statements. I ignored them all, feeling helpless, a pit growing in my stomach. I knew Richard hadn’t done what they were saying. But I also knew that the damage to his reputation was happening in real time, and there was nothing we could do to stop it.Richard had been gone since dawn, trying to get ahead of the chaos. He’d called a few times, each time sounding a little more exhausted, a little more defeated. He was trying to keep it together for both
Richard's pov.I couldn’t breathe. Not because I was scared—though I was—but because everything felt like it was crashing down all at once. The phone call came in the middle of the morning when everything should’ve been calm. But that was never how it worked anymore, was it? The network had found its way into my life, into everything I cared about, and now they were making their move.“Mr. Wright,” the voice on the other end of the line was cold, too cold for comfort. “We have information that suggests your business dealings aren’t as clean as you claim.”I barely heard the rest of the words. My mind was already racing, already trying to figure out who had leaked what. What had they found? What were they planning to do with it?I ended the call quickly, staring at the phone screen. My thoughts were a blur, but one thing stood out clearly: they were targeting me. My business. My reputation. It felt like everything I had built was suddenly crumbling, and I couldn’t stop it.I didn’t h
Sarah’s pov.It is another day. I had barely gotten out of the car before Richard was already a few steps ahead, his focus fixed on the building in front of us. Martins had set this up. A “hidden ally” with insider knowledge. Someone who could help us navigate the network and, hopefully, get us out of the mess we’d found ourselves in.I couldn’t help but think about the last few days. We were making progress, but every move we made felt like we were playing a dangerous game, and I wasn’t sure how much longer we could keep this up without someone getting hurt.I glanced at Richard’s back. He was so sure of himself now, so determined. I had to admit, it was hard to ignore the fire in his eyes when he was focused. He wasn’t the same man I used to know—not the one who was always playing it safe and never got his hands dirty. But he was still my Richard, the man I’d known long before everything spiraled out of control.And yet, the more we worked together, the more I realized how little
Richard povJames introduced us again with his usual smug look, like he was pulling all the strings here. I wanted to wipe that look off his face, but right now, we needed him, and he knew it. “This here’s Monty and Kit,” James said, nodding toward the two men across from us. “They’re… experts in keeping things quiet.” He gave a low chuckle, clearly pleased with himself.Monty leaned back, studying me with narrowed eyes. “So, you two want a way in?”As if he didn't ask Sarah the same kind of question.I nodded, keeping my voice calm. “We need information. Something we can use.”He shrugged, glancing at James. “And why should we trust you?”James shot me a look, a warning. “Because Richard’s good at keeping secrets. Isn’t that right, old friend?”“Let’s get something straight,” I said, looking him dead in the eye. “This is about staying a step ahead. Nothing more.”But even as I said it, I could feel Sarah watching me, as if she was looking for cracks in my confidence. I knew she had
Sarah’s pov.The air in the car was thick as Richard drove us toward the meeting spot. I sat there, fiddling with the cuff of my sleeve, trying to keep my breathing steady, trying to look like I wasn’t on the edge of running. I glanced at Richard, his jaw tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel a little too hard. He caught my gaze and softened, giving me a slight smile that was supposed to be comforting. But there was nothing comforting about this. Not when we were about to walk into a room with James and a few of his “network contacts.” Just saying the word made my stomach twist. And James… Well, trusting him felt like trying to trust a snake. You just couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t bite.“So, are you ready?” Richard asked, his voice low and calm. Too calm. He knew this was a big risk—maybe even our biggest so far. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” I replied, trying to sound steady. But my mind was spinning. I knew we had no choice but to work with James. He had the connections, the