Chapter 8: Cracks
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Maya sat at the kitchen counter, nursing a cup of tea while Liam paced the apartment.
“I told them I didn’t do anything wrong,” Liam said, his voice sharp. “But they’re acting like I’m guilty until proven innocent.”
“Maybe they just have to follow procedure,” Maya said gently.
“It’s humiliating, Maya. Do you know what this does to my reputation?”
She flinched at the edge in his tone. “I’m just trying to help.”
Liam dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “I know. I just… I can’t deal with this right now.”
He grabbed his jacket and left, the door slamming behind him.
Maya sat in silence for a moment, blinking back the sting in her eyes.
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Later that week, she attended a charity networking event one she almost skipped because of the tension at home.
And there he was.
Ethan Vale.
As if he’d been waiting for her.
“Maya,” he said, his voice warm, softer than she remembered. “You look… tired.”
She blinked. “I—well, it’s been a long week.”
He guided her to a quiet corner, away from the noise and chatter of the event. “Tell me about it,” he said.
And she did.
To her surprise, Ethan didn’t interrupt or offer solutions. He just listened, his intense gaze focused entirely on her.
“You do so much for other people,” he said finally. “Who takes care of you?”
The question caught her off guard.
“I… I guess no one,” she admitted softly.
“You deserve someone who sees how hard you work. Someone who wants to make your life easier.”
There was something in his tone — something dangerous and comforting all at once — that made her chest tighten.
Before she could respond, someone approached to pull Ethan into another conversation. He gave her a small, knowing smile before stepping away.
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That night, Maya couldn’t stop thinking about him.
Not just his words but the way he made her feel seen.
Meanwhile, Liam didn’t come home until midnight. He reeked of alcohol, his tie loosened, his mood sour.
“Everything okay?” Maya asked carefully.
He just grunted, collapsing onto the couch.
As she stood there, watching him, Maya couldn’t shake the memory of Ethan’s steady, reassuring gaze.
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Across the city, Ethan sat in his study, watching the surveillance footage from earlier that night.
She was starting to open up to him.
He smiled faintly, swirling the dark amber liquid in his glass.
Liam was breaking.
And Maya was already beginning to lean.
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