ログインRaphael's POVIrene grabbed my hand like a drowning woman clutching at a lifeline."Raphael, there's something I have to tell you."Sensing something was wrong, I led her out of the police station."You evaded taxes?""Yes…"Her voice was barely a whisper as she hung her head and confessed.I found the whole thing absurd.It was true she'd made a great deal of money over the years. It was equally true she'd evaded a staggering amount in taxes.Apparently, even her fortune was just another piece of her selective narration."I've done the math. The shortfall is enormous…"Cold sweat beaded on Irene's forehead. "A conservative estimate puts it at nearly ten million dollars.""What?" I sucked in a sharp breath."Can you help me pay it back?"Her legs gave out, and she dropped to her knees. "Raphael, I'm your fiancee. We were together for seven years. Are you really going to stand there and watch me go to prison? My whole life, everything we spent all those years building, wil
Raphael's POVBlake was about to speak when Irene appeared out of nowhere.Fury radiated from every step she took as she marched up to him, grabbed his arm, and yanked him away."Get lost! Who told you to come here and provoke my fiance?" she barked.But Blake refused to leave. He looked ready to drop to his knees right in front of her."No… Irene, even if you don't care about me, you have to think about Lucas. We're the ones who are family!"Irene's patience snapped. "Who said we're family? What is wrong with you?"Off to the side, Lucas was sobbing his heart out. "Mommy, don't leave Daddy and me! I'll be good!""Don't call me 'Mommy'!" Irene roared. "Shed one more tear, and you can spend the rest of your life in an orphanage!"That pushed Blake over the edge."You can't do that, Irene! He's your child, your own flesh and blood! How can you abandon your own child for another man?"Irene slapped him hard across the face, not holding back an ounce of it."I give you 50 thous
Raphael's POVIrene was so worked up by my words that she nearly laughed."Is this your revenge? Selective narration, too?" she scoffed. "Well, I have to say, you're good at it."While she was still talking, I tore the contract to shreds right in front of her."Is this investment supposed to win me back? Too bad. I don't give a damn about your investment. There was a time when I needed money, but it's been seven years, Irene. You're not the only one who's made something of yourself."I could see the veins beneath her skin bulging with anger.She said nothing for a long while. Ignoring her, I picked up my bag and turned to leave.Irene grabbed my arm. "Don't go… I'm not here to fight with you. Just give me a little time. Can we talk?"I pulled free without so much as a glance at her. "Sorry, I don't have time. Instead of wasting it on me, you should be thinking about Blake and your son."I paused. "Irene, let's let each other go."She didn't chase after me.…On the drive ba
Raphael's POVSummers in Marbury were oppressively muggy.I liked living high up, so I'd deliberately chosen a place with a huge window that let the light pour in.Between renovating the new place and scouting a location for my studio, I barely had a moment to breathe. Every night, I fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow.Then, one night, I dreamed about the old days, back when Irene and I used to eat instant mac and cheese in our rented apartment.I woke with my shirt soaked in cold sweat. A wave of nausea rolled through me, forcing me out of bed to dig up some antacids. But once I lay back down, sleep never came.If everything had gone to plan, the next day would have been my wedding day.A few old friends had reached out asking me what time the ceremony started, and I gave them all the same short answer—the wedding was off. Irene and I were done.I left it at that, and I wasn't afraid of Irene hearing about it. After all, I'd told her long ago that I wasn't going thr
Third-Person POVNo matter how many times Irene called, the line remained busy on Raphael's end.Sitting in her car, Irene swept a cold gaze over the studio that'd been smashed to pieces. Her grip on the phone tightened until a crack splintered across the screen.For some inexplicable reason, her mind drifted back to the day she'd bought the studio for Raphael. His eyes had shone with unmistakable affection as he pulled her into his arms and vowed to love her for the rest of his life.Now, that same studio lay in ruins. Word was that Raphael had destroyed it with his own hands.It was almost as if he'd made up his mind to leave everything behind."Fine. Throw all the tantrums you want. In the end, you'll still come back to marry me," she muttered.Then, Irene drove back to a luxury apartment tucked away in the suburbs. It was the love nest she'd secretly kept Blake and Lucas in for the past six years.In truth, she'd never intended to keep it a secret from Raphael. He'd simply
Raphael's POVBlake's expression instantly crumpled as though my words had wounded him."Raphael, you've gone too far." Irene rushed to defend the man she cherished, while Lucas pointed at me and hurled insults."You're a bad man. Don't you dare bully my mom! This apartment belongs to Daddy, and you're just the butler. Why should he have to pay you?" he shouted.Irene looked at me warily while she kept one arm protectively around Lucas. "You can lose your temper all you want, but don't you dare lay a hand on my son," she warned.I let out a cold sneer before crouching down to Lucas' eye level. "Why? Because this is my apartment. Your dad doesn't own it, and you're nothing more than a bastard."No sooner had the words left my mouth than Irene slapped me hard across the face.In the seven years we'd been together, this was the first time she'd ever struck me. The force of the blow left my head spinning."How could you say that in front of Lucas? You've gone too far!" she snapped.







