LOGINChapter 140ADRIAI walked through the hospital lobby and made my way towards the elevator. I walked through the doors and into the cold outside air and I kept walking until I reached my car and I got in and I sat behind the wheel and I looked at the steering wheel and then I put my head down on it.And I cried. I did not cry for what happened in the corridor or for Marcus or for Amber's presence here, berating me like I was the one who had caused Damien's heart to stop.I had cried because of the argument.For the specific, particular memory of his face when he'd said I never loved you. The repetition of it. The precision and how it hurt each time he said it, as if repeating it was going to make it real. And my own voice saying you're lying, I know you're lying, and the moment everything had gone to shit.I had believed him. For sixty seconds, maybe ninety, I believed him.And then the floor. And his heart giving out at the worst time ever and then the monitor.And then the part of
Chapter 139ADRIAAmber arrived at two in the afternoon.I knew before she came through the doors that she was coming—Marcus had said something in the room about calling her, which I had filed and not yet addressed because I was operating in a dazed state, not yet ready to process anything else that was happening.She came inside the ward with the posture of someone who had been given a reason to arrive and had arrived purposefully. She was dressed as she always was, perfect as usual, someone who always used dressing as an armour to do certain things.She saw me.Something moved through her expression. Not softness. Not quite the hostile calculation from the house either. Whatever it was,she had noticed or known that being hostile and forward with it, will get her on Damien's bad side and now she was trying to act civilised, in order to keep a good appearance in front of him."What happened?" she said. To the room in general."He collapsed," Marcus said. "He's stable. They're monitori
Chapter 138ADRIAI screamed for help.Not a performance. Not the calculated deployment of distress for operational effect. The raw, involuntary sound of a person watching someone collapse in front of them and understanding in the same moment that they caused it and cannot undo it and need someone else immediately.The nurses came fast. The doctors faster. The room filled with the specific controlled urgency of medical professionals executing a protocol they had practiced until it was reflex, and I was pushed to the wall beside the door by someone's firm and impersonal hand, and I went because there was nothing else to do, because the alternative was to be in the way of people trying to keep my husband alive.The monitor was doing something.I looked at it and understood what I was seeing because I had spent the last day learning to read the monitor and what it was doing now was not what it was supposed to be doing.Flatline was the word that arrived in my mind with the specific clari
Chapter 137DAMIEN"You're lying to me." Her voice was rising now, losing the carefully maintained evenness that I had learned to recognize as her default. "You were in a hospital room yesterday and you asked me to stay. You said—""I was on pain medication," I said. "I wasn't thinking—""You were thinking perfectly clearly when you looked at me and said you wanted me there," she said. "You are thinking perfectly clearly right now. And you are lying.""I never loved you," I said. "Not the way you deserved. I married you because it was—because you were—" I stopped."Say it," she said. "If you're going to do this, say all of it.""Because you were convenient," I said. "And I was lonely. And I thought I could—I thought it would work, even without—even without loving you properly. And I was wrong. And now I'm trying to—to give you something better than what I've been giving you. The papers are fair. The settlem
Chapter 136DAMIEN"The tension between them," I said. "I see it. I've seen it. I have chosen, in the last several weeks, to be present in my own marriage in ways that I was not present before, and I understand that this is—" I stopped again. "Late. It's late. And even if it weren't, even if I had been doing everything right from the beginning—she would still be the pressure point. She would still be the thing Greaves reaches for. And I can't fix that while she's Mrs. Castellan."Marcus made a sound.Robert looked at the window.Thomas said, very quietly, "What do you want us to do?""I'm going to call Amber," I said. "I'm going to have her come to the hospital. Public enough to be documented. I need you to—" I paused. "I need you to let it happen. And I need you to not explain to Adriana why."Marcus stood up."You're going to lie to her," he said."I'm going to tell her a version of it," I said."You're goin
Chapter 135DAMIEN"I'm aware of where I am," I said. "The papers, Yusuf. And I need you to call Amber. She's still at the hotel. I need her to be available."A longer pause."Sir—""I know what I'm asking," I said. "Please."Another pause."I'll make the calls," he said."Thank you," I said.I put the phone down and looked at the ceiling of the private hospital room and thought about Adriana's face when I'd said *go home and sleep* and she'd argued, briefly, before going.I thought about her face when I gave her the papers.The thought had a specific quality of pain that I categorized and filed away in the section of my mind that had gotten very full recently.---Marcus was the first one I called in the morning.He came in at nine, before visiting hours officially started, because Marcus had never let visiting hours apply to him and no hospital had yet found a nurse willing to enforce it. He came in and lo
Chapter 49SOPHIAAdria slipped out first, heading back to the ballroom. I waited a full minute before following, making sure we weren't seen emerging together.The ballroom was even more crowded now. I scanned the room, trying to orient myself and figure out where I should go. As Adriana Chen, I w
Chapter 50ADRIABecause the last thing I needed was for my sister's husband to get a good look at me and realize that something was off. That the woman he'd married looked right but felt wrong. That the eyes staring back at him weren't quite the right shade, that the voice was a fraction too confi
Chapter 47SOPHIAThe Met Gala was exactly as pretentious as I'd expected—all glittering chandeliers and designer gowns and people who thought their net worth was a personality trait. I stood near the entrance in my navy dress, the brown wig perfectly styled, green contacts transforming my blue eye
Chapter 28ADRIAThere was something protective in his tone, even through text. Something that made me think of the boy from my memories—gentle hands, a kind voice, someone who helped without expecting anything in return.Kieran: And Adriana, if Damien ever... if he ever hurts you or treats you bad







