LOGINSelene’s POV I walked into the office buildings. It looked just how I had seen it the last time. Except the lady wasn’t around. I walked to the receptionist at the desk. “I am here to see Mr. Frank Thomas." She looked up at me. "Mrs. Selene?” I nodded. “Right this way, ma'am." She stopped at the elevator. “You stop at the seventh floor, ma'am." “Thank you.” The elevator was empty. I leaned against its walls. A million thoughts in my head. What could he possibly want to tell me? I could feel the pregnancy weakness kicking in. Mother had called about five times today. I told her not to inform Dad because I don’t know how he would react. He and Rowland had never really gotten along, and to drop a bomb like this... Oh dear. I just have no idea what I am doing. I closed my eyes shut. “I just wish all these would end.” The first thing that hit me when the doors slid open was the cold. The air conditioner was at its full capacity. The office was at the far end of the hallway.
Selene’s POV. Doctor John remained stiff. His lips parted and closed. I arched a brow. “How may I help you?” “Stop the pretense.” I muttered through gritted teeth, "My patience is minimal. You better start talking." He gazed at me for what seemed like minutes. Then he exhaled. “Have a seat, please," he said, pointing to the seat behind me. I hesitated, but my legs shook a little and I didn’t think I could have this conversation on my feet. I sat while he remained standing. He clasped his hands in front of him. “I guess you have found out the truth.” I said nothing. He gazed at me, but his eyes were behind me. “Your husband…” “Ex…” I interrupted. He looked away. “He paid me to do it.” The words hung between us.I waited for him to laugh.To tell me it was some sick joke.He didn’t.My ears began to ring.It felt as though every sound in the room had been sucked away.Tom.Tom had known.Tom had always known.My stomach twisted; I leaned back in the seat. I should have kn
Selene’s POV. "M…u…m," I sniffled into her shoulder. She guided me into the living room, and we sat on a long sofa. She walked into the kitchen and handed me a napkin and a glass of water. "Here, honey,” she said, her brows furrowed. I took it from her and wiped my face, then took a sip of water and placed the glass carefully on the table. Mother stared at me wide-eyed. “What’s the problem, Selene? Talk to me.” My lips parted to speak, but then I remembered. And the tears came spilling out again. Mother leaned backward, alarmed. “Selene, you are scaring me now. What’s wrong?” I reached into my bag and brought out the piece of paper the doctor had given to me earlier. Her eye narrowed as she slowly took it from me. I watched her unfold it like it was a bomb that might explode. She raised the piece of paper to her eye level and squinted. Her eyes slowly widened even more. Her lips hung agape. “Selene!” She muttered, "This is good news.” I shook my head. “No, Mother, you wo
Selene’s POV. I sat in the waiting room, clutching my bag a little too tightly. I just had to be sure. Waves of emotions surged through me on that seat. To my left, a pregnant woman sat calmly with her husband next to her. Her palm was carefully folded into his. I looked away. To the side a little boy sat moving an action figure in the air. My leg bobbed. I wiped away a drop of sweat from my forehead. "Ma'am," the rose-cheeked nurse said, pointing to me. “You may come in now." I wiped my palm over my gown and walked into the small room. I closed the door quietly behind me. I hadn’t been to one of these rooms in a long time. My nose tingled from the smell. White walls.A desk.An examination bed tucked neatly into one corner.The nurse offered me a reassuring smile.“Have a seat, please.”I did.She asked me a few routine questions. The date of my last period. Whether I had been feeling nauseous. Dizzy. More tired than usual.I answered each one softly, my voice sounding st
Rowland’s POV. I sat watching the building. My fingers tightened around the wheel. What business could Tom possibly have in a place like this? I wasn’t meant to be doing this. I should tell the police. But they seemed to be taking their time. My secretary had walked in this morning to inform me that a delivery driver had walked into my office that morning insisting he’d seen Tom near this abandoned block.What I came here for, I don’t know. I leaned forward and squinted when a teenager walked out of the building. He glanced around before placing his hoody over his head and walking away. He kept one hand buried in the pocket of his hoodie as if protecting something.I shook my head. “Maybe I should go back. Call the police.” ‘No!’ I glanced at my phone, still no text from Selene. I wasn’t going to text her. I didn’t want to be where I wasn’t needed. My hand hovered over my phone.One call.That’s all it would take.The investigators would tell me to wait.Secure the area.Sta
Selene’s POV. “Ma’am!”I froze. “Maam?” Closer this time. I spun around. A teenage grocery employee stops a few feet from me. Holding a note, smiling awkwardly. “You forgot your change, ma'am." “Oh?” I laughed. How embarrassing. “My change?” I blinked.The tension left my body all at once.He nodded. “Yes, ma'am." “Oh.”Heat crept up my neck.“Thank you. I’m… sorry.” I took it from him and fumbled for my actual keys. The young boy turned around and half jogged back into the building. I unlocked the car door, stuffed the bags into the back seat, and slid into the driver's seat. I allowed myself to lean into the chair. I rubbed my forehead softly. “Gracious, what am I turning into?" What’s the time?” I reached into my bag for my phone. “The batteries are out." It must have died a long time ago. I shoved it back in and eased out of the parking lot, checking the rearview mirror more times than I cared to admit.*******I pulled into my street. The light illuminated the da
Selene’s POV.“Are you sure it was him?” The investigator's voice came through from the other end.“I…I am sure.” My voice trembled. “I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”She sighed deeply. "We found his car by the west coast." But that’s all there is. No flight bookings, no
Selene’s POV.“Are you following me around?”He sighed. Slipping his hands into his pocket.“I just wanted to make sure you were good.”“I am fine, Rowland. Amira’s okay, and that’s all that matters.” I said, turning to slip the car key into the door.He was behind me in seconds; his hand rested li
Selene's POV. “Why is she late?" She had called thirty minutes ago, saying I should meet up with her in this dead bar, and I was getting uncomfortable glances from the man at the table a few inches away. People laughed out loud. Country club music bommed through the speakers. Old ragged men an
Selene’s POV. A bright light spilled in through the slit.opening the inner curtain. I turned slowly, stretching a little.I felt a lot lighter and… Then I remembered. Rowland lay next to me. A heavy arm draped over my waist. A thick duvet covered the both of us. He stirred a little, but his e







