Richard’s pov.As I watched Sarah walk out the door that night, the same knot formed in my chest—the one that had been there since the day I realized just how badly I had messed up with her. She left without looking back, and I stood there in my apartment, feeling every mistake I’d made hanging between us like a fog. But this time, it was different. For the first time in years, I felt like we were making progress. Real progress. Sarah had come to me, not because she needed something, but because she cared enough to confront me. That had to mean something, right?I sighed, sinking into the couch and rubbing my face with both hands. What was I doing? Was I really going to keep chasing after something that might never happen? Sarah had made it clear—so clear—that we were just friends. But every time we talked, every time we sat across from each other at those coffee shops, I could see it in her eyes. Something was shifting.Not that I deserved it. I knew that much. The years I spent
Richard’s pov.It had started out simple, really. Just a couple of dinners here and there, an event or two where we both had to be for work. Casual, nothing heavy. Sarah had made it clear, so many times, that we were just friends. I was just as tired as you are, but you know Sarah; she kept singing it anytime we were getting close.And I kept telling myself that I was fine with that. But the more time we spent together, the harder it became to ignore the growing connection between us.We’d slip into these easy conversations, like we’d never been apart. I’d watch her laugh, really laugh, and I couldn’t help but feel this warmth inside me. It was a laugh I hadn’t heard in years, and it was always genuine when we were alone. And yet, every time things got too comfortable, I’d see her pull back. It was like there was a wall between us, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get past it.One night, we were out at this industry event, surrounded by people we knew but didn’t really care abo
Sarah’s pov.I told myself over and over again, “We’re just friends.” That’s what I had to believe. But the truth was, every time I saw Richard, my heart did this annoying little flip, and I hated it. We weren’t supposed to be here—on the edge of something more. Not again.It had started small, of course. Casual meetups, business dinners, nothing that screamed romantic. But every time we sat across from each other, laughing about the most random things, I couldn’t ignore that spark. The way his eyes softened when I spoke. Or how he’d occasionally touch my hand, as if testing the waters.I brushed it off. After everything we’d been through, there was no way I could trust him again. No way I could let myself feel that way. Right?“Sarah, you’re overthinking again,” Emma had told me the other day on Facetime, her usual no-nonsense attitude shining through. “Just enjoy it for what it is. You don’t need to have all the answers right now.”But that was the thing. I did need answers. Be
Richard’s pov.That kiss. I hadn’t planned it. God, I didn’t even think it would happen. One minute, we were standing there, exchanging words that were half full of hope and half full of caution, and the next... Well, she kissed me back, didn’t she?It wasn’t the kiss on our wedding day—that cold, brief peck I now regretted. This kiss, though, meant something. I could feel it in the way she hesitated, the way her lips stayed on mine just a second longer than they should have.But then she pulled away. And I could see it in her eyes—the confusion, the fear, and that ever-present wall she’d built between us. I’d done that. I was the reason she couldn’t trust me easily anymore. “Richard, I can’t do this. Not yet.”Those words echoed in my head the whole night. I watched her drive away, wanting to stop her, to say something, but I didn’t. She needed space, and for the first time in my life, I understood that giving her what she needed was more important than what I wanted.But damn i
Richard’s POV“Why now?”Sarah’s question had been haunting me ever since she asked it. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes, the pain from our past surfacing again. And honestly, I struggled to answer that question for myself.Why now? Maybe it was because I finally recognized what I had lost. Or perhaps it was the realization that I couldn't keep living in the shadows of my mistakes. But the truth was hard to face. I’d hurt her, and that guilt was a weight I carried every day.I sat at my kitchen table, staring at my phone, wishing for a message from her. I wanted to reach out, to remind her that I was willing to fight for us. But I knew better. She needed space, time to process everything. But the silence was deafening, and with each passing hour, my fear of losing her again grew louder.“Come on, Richard,” I muttered to myself, running a hand through my hair. “Just give her time.”The kiss... it felt real. But she still had walls up, and I couldn’t blame her. I needed to giv
Sarah’s povIf you’d told me a year ago that I'd be waking up to a message from her of all people, I’d have laughed in your face. Susan. Richard’s ex-lover. The woman I once called the devil in high heels. The same one who pranced into my life and nearly tore my marriage apart. And now, out of nowhere, she was texting me? Of course, my first reaction was to laugh. It was either that or scream.I’d barely had time to make coffee, and there it was, my phone buzzing from the kitchen counter. When I saw her name flash on the screen, I swear my stomach twisted into knots. I hadn’t heard from Susan since I came to Mexico, leaving me with the broken pieces of my life after Richard chose her over me. Yeah, Richard didn't love me, but it hurt the same. Now she had the nerve to message me?The first text was like a punch.“Hey Sarah. Long time.”I nearly dropped my mug. My heart pounded. Why was she even messaging me? After all these months, why now? I stared at the screen for a good minu
Richard’s POVI think the first sign something was wrong was when Sarah stopped giving me hell about the coffee machine. It’s been her favorite thing to complain about for weeks, saying it’s possessed because it always spills over whenever she tries to make a cup. But this morning, she just looked at it, sighed, and made her coffee in silence. No snarky comments, no rolling of the eyes—just silence.That’s when I knew.We’d had the kiss. That kiss that should have set us on the right path. I could feel it was something for both of us, a step toward fixing the mess I made. But since then, she’s been pulling away. Slower at first, then all at once. The warmth between us, the ease, all of it was slipping through my fingers like sand.“Are you mad at the coffee again?” I asked, trying to lighten the mood.She barely smiled, more of a twitch at the corner of her lips. “It’s just a coffee machine, Richard. I’m fine.”Fine. The word people use when everything is definitely not fine.I wa
Wesley sat back in his chair, a slow smile spreading across his face. His eyes were fixed on his phone, watching the screen as a message from Susan popped up. She was halfway across the world, but they were in perfect sync. They both wanted the same thing—to get back what belonged to them. For Susan, that meant Richard, her once-perfect prize. For Wesley, it was Sarah.He stretched lazily, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and anticipation. This was all coming together beautifully.“Alright, Susan,”!he murmured to himself, typing a quick reply. “Time to play.”It hadn’t been too difficult convincing Susan to get on board. Wesley knew she still had a score to settle with Richard. After all, Richard had left her too, in that spectacularly public way, right after Sarah had vanished to Madrid. Susan hated Sarah, hated the way Richard always looked at her, even when they were together. Wesley had exploited that hatred, planting seeds until Susan was willing to help. Susan was a
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