LOGINISABELLEAfter what felt like forever, Sage pulled into the parking lot.My heart sank.This was the same spot. The same stretch of pavement where Matt and I had argued—where everything had fallen apart in the quiet of his car.I stared at the windshield, the memory rushing back uninvited. His voice. The envelope. The silence after.“Hey.” Sage’s voice cut through it.I turned to look at her.“You okay?”“Nervous,” I admitted.“About the appointment?”“About everything.” I exhaled slowly. “What if something is wrong? What if—”“Nothing is wrong,” she said simply. Certain in the way Sage was always certain about the things that mattered. “This baby has been fighting since before you even knew it existed. It’s going to be fine.” She reached over and squeezed my hand. “And even if there’s something to deal with—which there won’t be—we deal with it. Together. Like we deal with everything.”I looked at our joined hands.“I’m scared,” I said quietly. “Not just about today. About all of it.”
ISABELLEMy eyes went wide.Lucia Moretti.At my door.Of all the people I had braced myself for since Sheila’s visit—and I had braced myself for many—it had never once been her.My mind raced before she could even open her mouth.Did Matt send her? Did he tell her everything? Did she know about the contract? About th—“He doesn’t know I’m here,” Lucia said. Like she’d read my mind entirely. “He didn’t send me. He hasn’t said a word to me about any of this. I’m here because I know something is wrong and he won’t talk to me.” A pause. “I just needed to see you for myself.”She looked exactly like her pictures. Maybe slightly softer in person. No entourage. No assistant trailing behind her. Just her—standing in my hallway in a simple cream coat, looking almost as uncertain as I felt.I didn’t speak, and neither did she. Not immediately.She just looked at me with those eyes that were unmistakably Moretti—dark and steady and taking everything in at once.“I know you know who I am,” she s
ISABELLE“Heyyyy!” Rachel caught up with me in the elevator, and it took everything in me not to roll my eyes. She stood close as the elevator door slowly came to a close.“You seem quiet lately. Or is it just me?”I finally looked her in the eyes, my hand tightening around my handbag.“You’re the one who’s been stalking me because you thought I had something going on with your man. When in reality, he wanted me as a tool.”Rachel scoffed. I was surprised at myself too—in situations like this, I was used to saying nothing.“I don’t know who’s more delusional. You or Enrico, who actually thought you had potential.”“Why are you so obsessed with me?” I challenged, turning to face her fully. I had no idea why the elevator was taking so long to reach the ground floor.“Huh?” She gave me that look—the one that was half confusion, half ego.“Would you even still be standing here if I had ended up with Moretti and closed the deal Enrico wanted?”I didn’t miss the jealousy that flashed across
MATTEOThe path was shorter than I remembered.Or maybe I’d just been dreading it long enough that I’d built it into something it wasn’t.The cemetery was quiet at this hour—the kind of quiet that didn’t feel empty but full. Like the air itself was holding something. I walked without needing to think about where I was going. My feet remembered even when the rest of me had spent three years trying to forget.I found her easily.The stone was smaller than I remembered. Or maybe I’d just grown heavier since the last time I stood here.Abigail MorettiEleven days. Forever loved.The grave was tended. Fresh flowers already there—the arrangement I had someone change every week without fail. The grass around it neat and trimmed.I stood there for a long time. I didn’t speak.The wind moved through the trees lining the path behind me. Somewhere in the distance a bird called once and then went silent. The afternoon light fell across the stone in a way that made it look almost warm.I don’t kno
MATTEOI don’t know what made me call. I don’t know what made me show up either.But somehow I was here, sitting in the same chair I hadn’t sat in for almost three years, in the same office that still smelled faintly of cedar and old books.The room was the kind of space that had been deliberately designed to put people at ease without being obvious about it. Warm light from a lamp in the corner cast something softer than the afternoon outside. Two chairs faced each other across a low table—no desk between us, no barrier. A bookshelf lined one wall, full but not cluttered. And directly opposite, the same abstract painting I’d spent too many sessions pretending to study instead of answering questions. Blues and greysbleeding into each other in a way that could mean anything or nothing, depending on the day.Dr. Reid sat across from me—relaxed, unhurried, one leg crossed over the other, a notepad resting on the arm of his chair that he hadn’t yet opened.He looked a little greyer at the
ISABELLE“Heyyyy!” Rachel caught up with me in the elevator, and it took everything in me not to roll my eyes. She stood close as the elevator door slowly came to a close.“You seem quiet lately. Or is it just me?”I finally looked her in the eyes, my hand tightening around my handbag.“You’re the one who’s been stalking me because you thought I had something going on with your man. When in reality, he wanted me as a tool.”Rachel scoffed. I was surprised at myself, too—in situations like this, I was used to saying nothing.“I don’t know who’s more delusional. You or Enrico, who actually thought you had potential.”“Why are you so obsessed with me?” I challenged, turning to face her fully. I had no idea why the elevator was taking so long to reach the ground floor.“Huh?” She gave me that look—the one that was half confusion, half ego.“Would you even still be standing here if I had ended up with Moretti and closed the deal Enrico wanted?”I didn’t miss the jealousy that flashed acros
ISABELLE.I gasped against Matteo’s mouth, and he took immediate advantage, his tongue sliding against mine with a skill that made my knees weak. This wasn’t like before—not careful, not controlled. This was raw, desperate, and absolutely consuming.My hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer
“You can just call in sick, you know?” Sage stared at me with worried eyes as I grabbed my handbag.“Staying home would only make me more depressed. So I might as well get busy with some real-life tasks.”“Everything going on is real?” She said, and I shrugged.“It makes no sense to cry over
Matteo.“What did you find?” I asked Charles. My eyes were on him as I brought the rim of my glass cup towards my lips.“She doesn’t work for the bar. Yesterday was her first time there. The hostesses meant for you were running late, so she covered up for them.”“Isabelle, 26. Engaged and dum
Hardly had I completed my statement when I felt a sharp thrust inside of me.Don took my words literally. He took my left nipple in his mouth, sucked, and continued to drill me down there.The room was filled with my moans and a little bit of Don’s grunt.Don got off me, lay on his side, and







