Richard’s pov.The morning started with that ominous letter. I held it, reading the typed words over and over, trying to make sense of the threat. It was clear, sharp—“Meet me or you’ll regret it.” Sarah’s face was pale, her fingers tight around the paper. She looked at me, fear and frustration mingling in her eyes.“Do you think…” she began, voice barely a whisper. “Do you think it’s Susan?”My jaw clenched at the name. Susan had been a thorn in our lives, vowing revenge after our fallout with her. She was ruthless, always scheming, always pulling stunts to try and get back at us. This kind of intimidation had her name all over it.“I wouldn’t put it past her,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “She did say we’d regret crossing her.”Sarah gave a small nod, her eyes still fixed on the letter. “If it is her, then maybe I should go alone. Handle it directly.”I immediately shook my head, not liking where her mind was going. “No way, Sarah. If you’re meeting anyone, I’m going with you.
Richard’s pov.Sarah stood there, still holding the file like it was her only shield. Her shoulders were tense, her head slightly bowed. I wanted to run over and pull her into my arms, to ask her a thousand questions, but I stayed back, waiting for her to gather herself. She needed a minute, and I wasn’t about to take that from her.Finally, she looked around, her eyes scanning the area until they fell on me. Her expression shifted, a mix of surprise and relief flooding her face. She didn’t look angry that I’d followed her—if anything, she looked grateful.I stepped out from the shadows, walking over slowly. “You alright?” I asked, my voice soft.She let out a shaky breath and nodded. “Yeah. Just… a bit shaken, I guess.”I glanced at the file she was clutching. “Who is he? What did he give you?”Her gaze dropped to the file, a frown creasing her forehead. “I don’t know yet,” she murmured. “But whatever it is… it can’t be good.”I put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. “We’
Sarah’s Pov.But the words felt hollow, empty. I looked back down at the file, trying to make sense of it all. Back when we were married, Richard had been a closed book, and now, with these shadows from his past creeping in, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever truly known him.Don't blame me.As he sat there, I thought of reaching out to someone who could help me make sense of this mess. Someone who might know the real truth about these deals, about the web Richard had gotten himself tangled in.When he finally went upstairs, I picked up my phone and dialed an old friend’s number. It had been years since I’d spoken to him, but he’d always had connections. Trust me to have loads of useful contacts, they always come in handy.If there was a way to get to the bottom of this without Richard’s help, I had to try.“Hey,” I whispered when he answered, my voice barely audible. “I need a favor.”I couldn’t shake the guilt. But I told myself I was doing this for us. I needed to know the truth, and if
Richard’s pov.I couldn’t help but feel that gnawing feeling at the back of my mind, like I was constantly being watched. Every step I took, every meeting I attended, I kept noticing these little things, small signs that didn’t feel right. Employees looked away too quickly when I walked by, whispers that died down just as I entered the room, the way certain people held back in conversations.And it wasn’t just paranoia, was it? I’d found myself caught between James and Susan, with Sarah now looking at me like I was a stranger. Those business deals—they’d all happened years ago, a lifetime ago, or so I’d thought. But seeing Sarah’s hurt, that pain I’d caused just by hiding the truth, it all came rushing back to me. And I couldn’t help wondering: if Susan and James had dragged Sarah into this, who else in my life might be working with them?In the beginning, I’d brushed it off. Told myself I was just stressed, that I was seeing patterns where there were none. But as the days went on
Sarah’s POV.Sitting alone in the dim light of the kitchen, I read through the records, every line on the page feeling like a heavy stone added to my chest. The file from Jason was spread out in front of me, the pieces of Richard’s past deals slowly fitting together into a picture I was beginning to understand… but didn’t want to.I hadn’t told Richard, not yet. Part of me wanted to protect him, to take the burden off his shoulders. The other part, though… the part of me that couldn’t quite let go of what he’d hidden, that part wanted to know the truth for myself. And the truth wasn’t pretty.Flipping through the stack of papers, I recognized the names, dates, and even a few locations. Richard had told me bits and pieces before—about “some deals,” a network of people he’d worked with when he was still new in business. But he hadn’t told me how deep he’d been involved, and he certainly hadn’t told me he’d worked with people whose reputations still lingered like dark shadows over ce
Sarah’s POV.Sitting in a quiet booth at the back of a small cafe, I wrapped my hands around a mug of coffee, letting the warmth seep through my fingers. I glanced at the door again, nerves buzzing through me as I waited. James was late, but I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Every second that passed made me question my decision to come here, to meet him alone. But after everything I’d found—and everything Richard still wouldn’t tell me—I had to know. I had to understand what James wanted and what he knew.Just as I was considering leaving, the door opened, and there he was. James looked different than the last time I’d seen him—older, and a bit worn down. But his eyes still had that same sharpness, that same hint of something dark. He spotted me right away and walked over, his expression unreadable.“Sarah,” he said, sliding into the seat across from me. “Didn’t expect you’d actually show up.”I forced a smile, trying to keep my voice steady. “Well, you left me little
Sarah pov.After that meeting with James, I left feeling like the air was heavier, clinging to me in a way I couldn’t shake. I should’ve known better than to think I’d get a straight answer from him, but the little he did share was enough to send my mind spinning. Every word he said hinted at something deeper, something that could hurt Richard, and possibly, both of us. I knew if Richard found out about this meeting, he’d go into protective mode, trying to shield me from all of it. But this time, I couldn’t let him.As I drove home, my mind kept replaying the conversation. James, calm and cold as ever, hinting at secrets and alliances, all while refusing to tell me anything that actually mattered. But the way he looked at me, that smug look as he said, “Not everything is as it seems,” sent a chill down my spine. I knew there was more at play here, but what, exactly, I couldn’t say. All I knew was that if James wanted something from us, he’d stop at nothing to get it.The house wa
Sarah’s Pov.I took a deep breath, clutching the steering wheel as I pulled up in front of the small cafe where I was meeting Susan. My mind was still reeling from the encounter with James, the way he dropped hints and threats so casually. And now here I was, facing another ghost from our past. Susan had been circling around us like a shark, but something in me said I needed to face her myself, away from Richard, to truly understand what she wanted. As soon as I walked in, I spotted her at a corner table, swirling her coffee with a thin smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She looked different from how I remembered—still polished and poised, but something in her eyes was colder, sharper. This wasn’t the same Susan from back when Richard and I first got married. She’d changed, or maybe she’d always been like this, and I’d been too naive to see it.“Sarah,” she greeted, her tone oozing a false warmth. “So brave of you to come meet me.”“Susan,” I replied, keeping my voice steady as I
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