LOGIN"Sure, Damian. Is there an issue with my reports?"
"No, your work is excellent. I just need a signature on your updated insurance forms," he said, sliding the folder over.
I let out a breath of relief, reaching for my pen.
As I leaned down to sign, Damian spoke in a casual tone—but loud enough for Maya, Stella, and half the floor to hear.
"By the way, Evelyn. I wanted to say congratulations."
My hand stopped mid-stroke. I looked up, confused. "Congratulation
POV: Evelyn ReeveA month has passed, and the rhythm at Meridian Miami has finally shifted into something resembling peace. The dust from the scandal—the whispers, the sidelong glances in the breakroom—has finally settled. It’s been replaced by the hum of productivity and the kind of genuine warmth I never thought I’d find in a corporate office again.I stood at my desk, sliding a few personal items into my handbag. I’d already logged off, my files neatly organized for Maya to take over while I was gone."Are you sure a week is enough?" Maya asked, swiveling her chair toward me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Who knows? Maybe you’ll get used to the city again and turn this into a permanent 'wedding leave.'"I let out a soft laugh, though my heart gave a sharp, nervous thud.The plan to move to London was still a secret—a heavy, golden weight shared only between me, Jovan, and Damian Vale. To Maya and Stella, we were just taking a standard we
POV: Jovan BradfordThe Miami heat usually lingers long after the sun dips below the Atlantic, but tonight, the fire was under my skin. Adrenaline surged through my veins, a frantic, electric pulse that made sleep feel like a distant, impossible concept.I had just dropped Evelyn off. The promise we’d made—the new life I’d practically swore on my soul to give her—burned in the back of my throat.I didn't waste a second. I threw my keys onto the marble counter of my apartment and grabbed my phone. It was late, past nine, but time zones were just numbers when your future was on the line. Kendrick and Noelle were probably mid-transit or just touching down.I found Kendrick Beckham’s name in my contacts. My thumb hovered over the call button for a heartbeat.Don’t be too late. Please, don't tell me they gave that London desk to some Ivy League shark already.I pressed dial.Ring... Ring...I paced the length of my living room, the
"You are my future, Evelyn!"His voice cracked like a whip, sharp and commanding. He stood up, closing the distance between us in two strides. He grabbed my shoulders, his grip firm but careful."Listen to me. Careers are replaceable. Money is just numbers. But seeing you heal, seeing you actually smile again like you did yesterday... that’s everything. I’m not being a martyr. I’m being a man who knows what’s actually worth keeping.""That's exactly why it’s wrong!" I snapped back, a tear escaping. "You think I can be happy knowing you sacrificed your soul for my comfort? No, Jovan. I’ll spend every day feeling like a weight around your neck. I’ll feel like the person who clipped your wings.""I have never, not for one second, seen you as a weight.""Then prove it!" I looked him dead in the eye, my gaze burning through the tears. "Love is about building something together, not one person shrinking so the other can grow. If you stop flying because o
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe digital clock on the corner of my monitor flickered. 4:45 p.m.In the Meridian Miami building, this was the hour of the exodus. The sound of rolling chairs and the rhythmic thrum of the elevator became the soundtrack of freedom for everyone else. For me, it was a countdown.Every second felt like a heavy stone being added to a pile in my chest.I spent the afternoon playing a role. I laughed when Maya made a snarky comment about a difficult client. I nodded when Stella talked about her weekend plans in the Keys. I even managed a convincing smile every time Jovan walked past my desk or sent a quick text asking if I’d had enough water.On the surface, I was the picture of corporate composure.Underneath the desk, my heels were drumming a frantic rhythm against the carpet. My mind was a storm of jagged thoughts—revolving around a declined email and a brilliant future in London that Jovan had just set on fire.For me
Noelle’s voice wavered slightly."He torched his dream career to keep you comfortable, Ev. To make sure you kept your 'home' and your friends here."It felt like a jagged rock had been shoved into my chest. The guilt I thought I’d conquered came roaring back with ten times the force.I stared at Jovan’s office door through a blur of tears. Behind that door was a man who smiled at me every single morning. A man who brought me coffee. A man who shielded me from the wreckage of my past.A man who had just set fire to his own future for the sake of mine."Ev? You still there?" Noelle asked, sounding worried.I wiped my eyes aggressively with the back of my hand. "Yeah... I'm here. I heard you.""Look, I’m telling you this not to make you feel guilty or to make you break up with him," she added quickly, as if reading my spiraling thoughts. "I’m telling you so you understand how much he loves you. Don't be mad at him for hiding it. Just tal
POV: Evelyn ReeveTime has a strange way of healing things here at Meridian Miami. The days that used to feel like a slow crawl through a minefield have shifted into a rhythm I actually look forward to.It’s been two weeks since the storm finally broke. No more Archer lurking in the shadows of my mind. No more of Chloe’s toxic, sharp-tongued side-eyes in the breakroom. The office on the tenth floor has started to feel less like a corporate cage and more like a second home.Every morning follows a sweet, deliberate pattern.Jovan picks me up—sometimes we take his car, other times we walk the few blocks if the Miami heat isn't too oppressive. There’s always a vanilla cold brew waiting on my desk before I even arrive. We don't hide our lunch dates anymore. We just go.Maya and Stella have officially given up on teasing us. The sight of Jovan stopping by my desk just to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear or drop off a small bar of dark chocolate h
POV: EvelynThe engine of Sophie’s car hummed—a low, rhythmic vibration that felt like it was trying to shake the marrow from my bones. Outside the window, Manhattan was a blurred streak of steel and glass, indifferent to the fact that my world had just imploded in a Midtown bistro.I leaned my for
POV: EvelynThe city blurred past the window of Sophie’s car, a chaotic smear of yellow cabs and gray concrete. I was barely listening to her chatter about a new gallery opening in Chelsea until we slowed down for a red light near Midtown.That’s when the world stopped.Through the floor-to-ceiling
"No regrets," I whispered to the empty air. "There's no reason to regret this."I forced a small smile. Reaching out, I traced the line of his jaw with my fingertip, from his ear down to the stubble on his chin. He didn't stir. He looked peaceful, almost innocent in the early light.I moved to get
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe click of the door was soft, but in the silence of the room, it sounded like a gavel bringing a session to order. Archer didn't say a word as he leaned against the frame, his silhouette backlit by the amber glow of the bedside lamp. I stood a few feet away, my heart hammering a







