Pain.

Blinding, sharp, everywhere.

Eva lay crumpled at the bottom of the staircase, the marble cold beneath her cheek, her breath ragged and shallow. Blood pooled beneath her, warm and sticky, spreading fast.

Her vision blurred, swimming in and out. The world tilted. She tried to lift her head, but it felt like a thousand pounds, and the world tilted as she tried to comprehend what had just happened.

“Eva!” Lena’s voice echoed from above, laced with panic. Footsteps thundered down the stairs, and soon Lena was beside her, eyes wide with shock.

“Eva! Eva, get up!”

Eva tried to speak, to move, but nothing worked.

Lena crouched beside her, eyes wide, face pale, hands fluttering like she didn’t know whether to help or hide the evidence.

“Shit, shit! This wasn’t supposed to—”

Eva’s fingers twitched weakly, fumbling for her phone in her pocket. She could barely focus, could barely breathe, but she unlocked it, found the name—Jack. Her thumb trembled as she tapped out the words.

Help me.

Send.

The phone slipped from her hand, clattering onto the floor.

Lena didn’t notice. She was too busy pacing, muttering under her breath, staring at the blood.

“Oh my god. Oh my god, this isn’t happening.”

Until the front door burst open, slamming against the wall.

“Eva!”

Jack’s voice. Rough. Urgent.

He found her in an instant, eyes going wide, chest rising and falling like he was ready to explode.

“Eva, no. No, no, no!” He dropped to his knees, reaching for her.

Lena darted in, blocking him, arms outstretched.

“Jack, you can’t—get out! You don’t belong here!”

Jack’s face darkened, eyes narrowing like a storm cloud. His voice dropped to a lethal, dangerous low.

“Move.”

“No! This is our home!” she screamed, shoving at his chest.

Jack’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. His voice, when it came, was cold steel.

“Move, or I swear to God I’ll call Callen and tell him exactly what you did. How you pushed his pregnant wife down the stairs.”

Lena froze, the color draining from her face.

“You wouldn’t,” she hissed, but her voice cracked.

Jack leaned in, his eyes burning into hers.

“Try me.”

Lena’s breath hitched. Her lips opened, then closed. She stumbled back, her hands shaking.

Jack turned to Eva, gathering her into his arms as gently as he could.

“Eva, baby, I’ve got you. Stay with me.”

Her head lolled against his chest. She was so pale. So cold.

“Jack…” she breathed, barely there.

“Shh, I’m here. I’m here.”

He didn’t waste another second. He carried her out the door, past Lena’s shocked, trembling frame.

Lena’s voice followed them, high and broken.

“You can’t take her! Jack!”

But Jack didn’t stop.

The hospital lights were blinding, the world spinning around him in flashes of white and red.

“Possible internal bleeding,” a nurse called out.

“Get her to trauma, now!” another ordered.

Jack paced the waiting room like a caged animal, fists clenching and unclenching, his heart hammering so loud he could barely think.

A nurse appeared, her voice soft but firm.

“She’s in surgery. We’re doing everything we can.”

Jack could only nod, his jaw tight, his breath ragged.

Eva… please…

Eva woke to the sound of monitors beeping, the sting of antiseptic in her nose.

Her body felt heavy, her arms weak, her throat raw.

The doctor’s voice floated in, muffled like underwater.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Blackwell… you lost the baby.”

The words hit her like a slap, but she didn’t react. Couldn’t. She just stared at the ceiling, her chest hollow, her world cracked in half.

The door creaked open, and a nurse’s soft voice cut through.

“Will your husband be joining you soon?”

Eva turned her head slowly, her voice a whisper, barely audible.

“I don’t have a husband.”

Jack was there when she woke up again. Sitting in the chair by her bed, dark circles under his eyes, his jaw tight.

“Hey,” he said softly, reaching for her hand. His fingers wrapped around hers, warm and steady.

“I’m so sorry, my baby,” she whispered. Her voice broke, a tear slipping down her cheek.

Jack shook his head. “Don’t. Don’t you dare apologize. This wasn’t your fault.”

Eva stared at him, at the man who’d always been there, waiting in the shadows. The man she had walked away from.

“I don’t want to leave clean,” she whispered, her voice shaking.

Jack’s brows furrowed.

“What?”

“I was going to divorce Callen. I was going to walk away.” Her lips trembled. “But I’m not doing that anymore.”

Jack’s eyes darkened, understanding slowly dawning.

“What are you saying?” he asked quietly.

Eva sat up straighter, the pain sharp in her ribs, but the fire in her chest burning hotter.

“I’m going to make them pay,” she said. Her voice was steady now, the tears drying. “For everything.”

Days passed.

No calls. No texts.

Nothing from Callen. And Lena.

The world outside moved on, spinning quietly, as if nothing had happened.

Eva sat on the edge of Jack’s couch, her hands folded over the resignation letter in her lap. Crisp. Clean. Signed.

It had been her exit strategy. Her escape.

Now it felt like a joke.

Jack’s voice was low, steady, careful. “You’re sure you want to go back there?”

Eva didn’t look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the paper in her hands, the neat signature she’d once thought was the solution.

“I’m not going back to leave,” she said softly. “I’m going back to finish this.”

Jack sat back, arms crossed, watching her like he was seeing something new in her.

Her fingers curled around the resignation letter, crumpling it slightly at the edges.

“I’m not resigning,” she said. Her voice was cold now. Final.

The next morning, she walked into Blackwell & Co.

The glass walls, the polished floors, the cold air that smelled of money and power, it all felt the same. But she wasn’t.

Callen sat at his desk, scrolling through emails, his phone buzzing with notifications.

He looked up when Eva entered, a flicker of something in his eyes.

“Eva. What is it?”

She stepped forward, calm, composed, her face an unreadable mask.

Without a word, she placed a crisp envelope on his desk.

Callen frowned, picking it up.

“What’s this?”

He pulled out the paper, scanning the header. His eyes widened slightly, his breath catching.

“Resignation?” he muttered, confusion creasing his brow.

Eva’s gaze never wavered.

“You signed it a few days ago. It was buried under the acquisition documents.”

Callen’s eyes darted to her, sharp now, as if seeing her for the first time.

“You were leaving?”

“I was,” Eva said softly, her voice even. “But I’ve changed my mind.”

The tension in his shoulders eased just slightly.

“You’re not leaving,” he repeated, almost like he was reassuring himself.

Eva’s lips curled into the faintest smile, small, tight yet cold.

“No. I’m not leaving.”

Relief flickered across Callen’s face, but it was thin, fleeting, because something in her tone made his chest tighten, a prickle of unease crawling up his spine.

Eva turned without another word and left his office, her heels clicking against the floor like a ticking clock.

Callen stared after her, a chill creeping in.

He had no idea what had just happened.

But it felt like the ground beneath him had shifted, and he couldn’t quite find his footing.

That night, Eva met Jack at a quiet bar tucked away from the city noise.

Jack leaned in, voice low.

“You just made your move, didn’t you?”

Eva sipped her drink, the liquid burning its way down.

“I did.”

Jack’s lips twitched, slow and dangerous.

“What’s next?”

Her eyes locked onto his, cold fire burning in her chest.

“Now we watch. We wait. And then we take it all.”

Jack leaned back, his grin sharp.

“You’re something else, Eva.”

She didn’t smile.

“I’m not his anymore.”

Two days later, Eva and Jack sat in his car, parked down the street from the Blackwell estate.

Inside, the lights glowed warm and soft, a picture of a life Eva no longer recognized.

Callen and Lena stood at the window, their silhouettes framed in the glass. Callen’s hand rested on Lena’s waist.

Lena laughed, her head tilting back, her body angling toward Callen like they belonged together.

Eva’s hands curled into fists in her lap, her breath slow and steady.

Jack watched her from the driver’s seat, quiet.

Eva’s eyes narrowed, her voice barely a whisper.

“You’ll know what it feels like to lose, Callen and Lena.”

Eva’s phone buzzed in her hand. A message from William Harrow.

Have you decided what to do about the divorce papers?

Eva stared at it, her breath catching in her throat.

She stared at Callen. The Callen, who had never once checked if she was alive after every admit at the hospital. Callen, who had signed her resignation without even reading it. Callen, who was now laughing with her sister like none of it had ever mattered.

Her jaw tightened, her decision solidifying like ice in her veins.

She tapped the call button.

William answered on the second ring.

“Eva?”

Her voice was cool, sharp.

“Don’t file the divorce.”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

“Eva, are you sure?”

Her eyes never left Callen and Lena, still smiling, still posing.

“I’m sure,” she said, her voice low and precise. “I have better plans.”

She ended the call without waiting for a response.

Jack’s gaze cut to her, sharp and curious.

“Better plans?” he echoed, his voice rough, low.

Eva turned to him, her pulse steady, her lips curling into a slow, dangerous smile.

Her voice dropped, soft as silk, laced with steel.

“Jack… Will you help me cheat on my cheating husband?”