LOGINElara's POV.I followed my grandmother through the narrow hallway of her cottage, my hand still clasped in hers. I wondered what she could possibly have to show me that would make any of this better.She led me into the sitting room, and I stopped short in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat as I took in the familiar faces I hadn't seen in years, faces I had convinced myself I would never see again, faces that belonged to the people who had once been my entire world before I threw them away for a man who couldn't even be bothered to choose me.My cousin Lucy stepped forward first, a tall woman with sharp eyes and a confident posture that reminded me of the girl I used to be. She embraced me with a warmth that made my eyes sting with unshed tears."We've been watching you," she said, her voice low and steady. "We've been waiting for you to come back."I looked past her to see my aunt standing by the window, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable. But there was a sof
Adrian’s POV.“Elara, wait…” I begged, but she shoved past me.I stood in the hallway, my hand still raised from where I had reached for her, and the sound of her laughter echoed in my ears like a mocking reminder of how badly I had misjudged this moment. I had expected tears or anger, or even that cold, cutting silence she had been perfecting, but instead she had simply laughed and walked away. I found myself frozen in place as the door clicked shut behind her."Adrian." Sophia's voice cut through my daze, her hand closing around my arm with a possessiveness that made my skin crawl. I turned to look at her, my eyes cold and hard."You need to leave," I said, my voice flat mand final.I watched her face shift from confusion to disbelief, then to something that looked almost like rage."What are you talking about?" she demanded, her grip tightening on my arm.I shook her off hard enough to make her stumble back a step."Leave first thing tomorrow morning. If you're still here, you'l
Elara's POV.A bitter laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it, the sound cutting through the tension like a blade and drawing every eye in the room.Expressions ranging from confusion to disdain settled on their faces, as though I had committed the gravest sin by finding humor in the absurdity of the situation.I let the laugh linger for a moment longer than necessary before I finally turned away.I pushed past him, my shoulder brushing his as I rushed to my room."Elara, wait..."But I was already inside my bedroom with the door locked behind me, my back pressed against the wood as I slid down to the floor and buried my face in my hands, my heart pounding against my ribs.I wanted to scream and tell every single one of them to go to hell. But what was the point? Adrian was the reason I was being insulted in my own matrimonial home.In my past life, I would have begged, but not anymore. Adrian would still choose her, so what was the point?I let out a scoff as I pushed myself awa
Elara's POV.I stood in front of the mirror, studying my reflection with cold calculation. Tonight, I would become the devoted wife again, the woman who could make his heart race and his thoughts scatter. I needed him drawn to me completely, irrevocably. And I intended to make sure of it.I chose a deep burgundy dress that clung to my curves like a second skin, the neckline plunging just enough to hint without revealing. I curled my hair so it cascaded over one shoulder, applied red lipstick with careful precision, and added a touch of perfume to my wrists and neck.The woman staring back at me was no longer the one who had worn gray for a decade. She was dangerous, beautiful, composed, and ready.By seven, I was descending the staircase, my heels clicking against the marble with each deliberate step. Adrian stood at the bottom, one hand gripping the banister, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten.He looked at me like a man watching a storm approach,
Elara's POV.I stood at the bedroom door, my hand hovering over the handle, contemplating whether to leave a message for Adrian.But I stopped myself. Why should I act like a good wife? Why should I explain myself to a man who never explained himself to me? He didn't ask permission when he met Sophia. He didn't inform me when he made plans. So why should I?I pulled my hand back and walked out of the house without a backward glance.****Victor's Academy of Music stood in the heart of the city, a grand building of glass and steel gleaming beneath the afternoon sun. I paused at the entrance, my breath catching as memories rushed back.Years of practice. Endless hours of discipline. The weight of trophies in my hands. The sound of applause echoing through crowded halls.This was my world before Adrian.This was who I was before I became Mrs. Sterling.A bitter ache settled in my chest. Ten years of sacrifices, compromises, and abandoned dreams for a marriage that had given me far less t
Adrian’s POV.I sat at the dining table for a long time after she left.The eggs had gone cold and the toast had turned dry, but neither held my attention as much as the empty chair where she had sat and the painful twist in my chest.A pain I wasn't supposed to feel. I didn't love Elara. I was just trying to be a better person. That's all.I was just trying to be decent until I found the truth about my past. Yet why did this hurt? Why did her pulling away feel like she was taking something vital with her?I groaned, running my hands through my hair. This was supposed to soften her. The breakfast, the smile, the careful way I had arranged the fruit. But it didn't.She had looked at me like I was a stranger wearing her husband's face.I cleared the dishes. The sink filled with water. I washed each plate slowly, methodically, trying to empty my mind.When I finally walked into the bedroom, she was lying on the bed, flipping through a book. Her legs were tucked beneath her. Her hair fell
Elara’s POV.The gala is held in the Sterling Hotel's grand ballroom. Crystal chandeliers. Champagne flowing. The city's elite gathered in their finest, here to see and be seen.I stand at the edge of the room, the emerald dress hugging my body, my hair swept back, my hands steady.Adrian approache
Elara’s POV.The brunch is held in the grand dining room. Crystal chandeliers, a table long enough to seat twenty, though only eight sit at it.I walk in on Adrian's arm. I feel Agatha's eyes on me before I see her.She sits at the head of the table. Diamond rings weighing down her fingers, her ga
Adrian’s POV.The empty bottle sits on the dining table. Vitamin B, the label says. I found it in the dustbin.“What is this really?”My mother doesn't look up from her tea. She shifts in her chair, bracing herself. “Vitamins. I told you. For that wife of yours.”“She has a name,” I say quietly. “
Elara’s POV.Somewhere, a phone is ringing. No….. not ringing. Someone is shouting. A voice I know."Elara! Elara, answer me! Where are you? Pull over!” His breath is uneven, like he’s been running.Adrian! I have never heard him sound like that. Afraid and desperate. He sounds like a man who migh







