Chapter 5
Maya POV:
The silence of our suite was a temporary balm, but I couldn’t rest. An hour later, I realized I’d left my phone in my poolside bag. The need to confirm the final wire transfer with my mother gnawed at me.
I walked back across the manicured lawn as twilight bled into night. The party had moved indoors, the sound of laughter and clinking glasses drifting from the great room’s open French doors. As I neared the patio, I slowed, keeping to the shadows of the manicured hedges.
Through the large glass panes, I saw Liam on a plush white sofa, holding court. And curled up beside him—her head resting on his shoulder, a hand placed possessively on his thigh—was Ava.
She was here. In our home. At a gathering of his inner circle.
His Consigliere, Marc Chen, sat opposite them, swirling a glass of scotch. Two of his Capos were there, too, their wives having been dismissed to another room. And they were all laughing.
It was an outrageous, unthinkable breach of protocol. A goomah was never, ever brought into the marital home, let alone paraded in front of the inner circle while the wife was on the premises. This wasn't just disrespect; it was a public stripping of my position. An announcement that I was temporary. Replaceable.
As I stood there, paralyzed in the darkness, I heard Marc's voice, slick with amusement. "You’ve got to be careful, boss. Juggling the main course and the appetizer in the same kitchen is a dangerous game."
Liam laughed. A real, unrestrained laugh. He ran a hand through Ava’s hair, the gesture brazenly possessive. "Maya’s fine," he said, his voice carrying clearly through the open door. "She’s upstairs with a ‘headache.’" He practically spat the word, as if my very existence was a childish inconvenience.
Then he leaned down and kissed Ava’s temple, whispering loud enough for his men to hear. "Besides, this appetizer is about to become a permanent fixture on the menu."
Ava looked up at him, her smile triumphant, and she placed a hand over her stomach. The gesture was subtle, but in the context of his words, its meaning was a cataclysm. Pregnant. She was pregnant.
The world tilted on its axis. The air turned to glass in my lungs, sharp and painful. It wasn't just that he was cheating. It was the humiliation. The utter contempt. In my own home, I was an obstacle. In my own marriage, I was a prop.
And his men, his loyal soldiers, were watching it happen with casual amusement. The rot wasn't just in Liam. It was in the very foundation of his Family.
My heart didn't break. It had already been shattered. This was just confirmation that there was nothing left to salvage. I backed away, my limbs feeling disconnected and robotic. I didn't need the phone anymore. I had everything I needed.
I turned and walked calmly, deliberately, toward the driveway where Frank was waiting with the car, ready for my planned departure in the morning. He saw the look on my face in the rearview mirror as I slid into the back seat. He didn't ask a single question. He just gave a single, almost imperceptible nod. He knew. Of course he knew. Everyone knew.
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