CHAPTER ONE

"Congratulations, Viola! You have been promoted to the position of the Director of our Paris office." My boss smiled at me from across her polished desk.

"Really? You're serious?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"Dead serious! You'll need to relocate next month. I suggest you start making arrangements immediately."

I rushed out of the building with excitement. Paris! Brian would be so proud. Seven years of struggling together, and now everything was falling into place. I rushed home, eager to share the news with my fiancé.

But when I unlocked our apartment door, I found Vanessa, Brian's dead best friend's sister sitting on our couch, her eyes red and puffy. She'd had these depressive episodes for months now, but Brian hadn't mentioned she'd be visiting today.

"Vanessa? What are you doing here? Is Brian home?" I asked, setting my purse down.

She looked up at me, her expression suddenly darkening. "Why do you always have to ruin everything? Every time I come here, you make everything about yourself!"

I stepped back, confused. "I just asked if Brian was…"

"Shut up! You think you're so perfect with your fancy job and your perfect life! You have no idea what it's like to suffer like I do!" Vanessa screamed, rising from the couch.

"Vanessa, please calm down. I understand you're going through a lot—"

"You understand NOTHING!" She lunged toward me, shoving me hard. I stumbled backward, crashing into the glass coffee table. It shattered beneath me, shards slicing into my arm and leg.

"Look what you made me do! This is all your fault! You're always provoking me!" Vanessa shrieked.

I tried to stand, blood trickling down my arm. "Vanessa, you need help. "This isn't..."

The front door opened, and Brian rushed in. His eyes darted between Vanessa's tear-streaked face and me bleeding on the floor.

"What the hell happened here?" he demanded.

"She attacked me, Brian," Vanessa sobbed, running to him. "I was just sitting here, and she came home in a rage, saying horrible things about Damien, about how I need to get over his death already!"

"What? That's not true!" I protested, wincing as I pulled a glass shard from my palm. "Brian, she pushed me into the table! She's having another episode"

Brian's face hardened as he wrapped a protective arm around Vanessa. "How dare you? After everything she's been through, you'd accuse her of this? I can see exactly what happened!"

"But Brian…"

"No, Viola! I've had it with your jealousy! Vanessa lost her brother, my best friend and all you do is complain when I try to help her!"

"I've never complained about you helping her! But this is the third time this month she's had an outburst, and you refuse to see it!"

Brian's eyes flashed with anger. "Get out."

"What?"

"You heard me. Get out! Go clean yourself up somewhere else. You're upsetting Vanessa even more!"

"Brian, I'm bleeding…"

"You're an adult, aren't you? Figure it out! Go take care of your injuries somewhere else. Maybe if you bleed a little more, you'll learn some compassion!"

His words cut deeper than the glass. Vanessa smirked behind him, her face hidden from Brian's view.

"How can you say that to me?" I whispered.

"Just go!" He shouted, pushing me toward the door. "We'll talk when you're not being hysterical. I need to calm Vanessa down now. The door slammed behind me. I stood in the hallway, blood dripping onto the floor.

Seven years. I had stood by Brian through everything after my parents died. He had found me at my lowest point and promised me forever. Then his best friend died, and everything changed. He had made that promise over Jason's corpse—that he would take care of Megan no matter what. I had sacrificed my dreams, turned down promotions, and canceled my art school scholarship all to help him build his career while I faded into the background of our relationship.

I still remember the night he held me as I sobbed over my parents' graves, whispering that he would be my family now, a promise that turned to ashes in my mouth.

I went to the bathroom down the hall to clean my wounds, wrapping a towel around my arm to stop the bleeding. When I returned to our apartment door, I heard sounds that stopped me cold. “Oh, Brian... yes... right there..."

"You're so beautiful, Vanessa. You're all I need."

"What about Viola?"

"She means nothing to me now. You're the only one I care about."

"Harder, Brian... please..."

My heart shattered into a million pieces. So this was the truth. Sending me away wasn't about calming Vanessa down, it was an excuse to be with her.

I entered quietly, numb to everything but the pain in my chest. I went straight to our bedroom and pulled out my suitcase, throwing in everything I could grab.

Brian appeared in the doorway, his hair disheveled, lips swollen.

"What are you doing?"

I didn't look up as I continued packing. "I'm leaving. I'm done with your lies."

CHAPTER TWO

"What do you mean you're leaving? Are you serious right now?" Brian's face twisted with disbelief.

I clutched my suitcase tighter. "I can't take this anymore. I'm bleeding because Vanessa pushed me through a glass table, and you're acting like I'm the villain!"

Brian ran his hands through his disheveled hair. "Vanessa is having an episode and instead of being understanding, you want to leave? How selfish can you be, Viola? After everything we've been through!"

"Selfish? I've given you seven years of my life!"

"And what about Vanessa? She's lost everything! Her parents, her brother—Damien was all she had left, and now she only has us! You know she's fragile. You know she needs special care!"

"And what about what I need? What about…"

"God, it's always about you!" He slammed his fist against the wall. "I promised Damien I would take care of her. What kind of man would I be if I broke that promise? Is that the kind of person you want to be with? Someone who abandons people when they need help?"

Tears stung my eyes. "That's not fair."

Brian's expression suddenly softened. He walked over and took my hands in his. "Okay, I'm very sorry. I shouldn't have yelled. You're hurt. Let me take care of that wound for you."

I stood frozen as he began cleaning the cuts on my arm. The sudden change in his demeanor confused me. Just as he was wrapping a bandage around my arm, a piercing scream came from the living room.

"My head! Brian! My head!" Vanessa wailed.

Brian immediately dropped my arm, letting the bandage unravel.

"We have to go. Now."

"But my arm…"

"That can wait," he snapped. "Come on, we need to take her to the hospital."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Am I seriously expected to help take care of her after what just happened?"

Brian's eyes flashed with rage. "Because of YOU, she's having an episode now! Come on, let's take her now!"

He rushed to Vanessa, scooping her into his arms while I stood there, wounds still fresh, my promotion news forgotten. He didn't even look back as he barked orders at me.

"Grab her purse! And don't forget her medication!"

At the hospital, Brian transformed. The man who moments ago had wished I would bleed more was now frantically calling for doctors, his voice breaking with concern.

"Please, someone help her! She needs immediate attention! Is there a specialist available?"

The nurses rushed Vanessa into an examination room while Brian paced the hallway, making calls to every doctor he knew.

I sat alone in the waiting area, the memory washing over me like cold water. Last year, when I had that severe abdominal pain, Brian had simply told me to "take a Tylenol and stop being dramatic."

By the time I called my colleague Sandra to drive me to the hospital, the infection had spread. The doctor said if I had waited even two more hours, I might have died.

Sandra had stayed with me all night while Brian was "working late." I later discovered he was with Vanessa, comforting her after a bad date.

Once Vanessa was stable, I slipped away. There was something I needed to get from the hospital—the small urn containing my parents' ashes. The only thing I had left of them after the car accident that took them both three years ago.

When I returned to the hospital, Brian looked relieved.

"Thank God she's stable now," he said, not even noticing I'd left. Then he lowered his voice. "If something had happened to her, you would have joined your parents soon enough."

My blood ran cold. Had he just threatened me?

Vanessa emerged from the room, leaning dramatically against the door frame. "I feel so weak," she whimpered.

Brian immediately rushed to her side, scooping her up in his arms. "I've got you, sweetheart," he whispered, his lips close to her ear.

The way they looked at each other made me sick. Like I wasn't even there.

"Let's get you home," Brian said, carrying Vanessa toward the exit.

I followed silently, clutching the small urn to my chest. When we reached the elevators, Brian pressed the button.

"Wait," I said. "Can we take the stairs? You know I'm claustrophobic."

Brian rolled his eyes. "Are you serious right now? I'm carrying Vanessa! We can't take the stairs!"

"But I can't"

"God, Viola! Can't you be considerate for once in your life? Vanessa needs to rest! She can't walk down five flights of stairs, and all you are thinking of is your irrational fear?!"

The elevator doors opened, and Brian stepped inside. I hesitated, my heart already racing.

"Get in or stay behind. I don't care anymore," he snapped.

I stepped into the elevator, pressing myself against the wall as my chest tightened. The doors closed, and I felt the panic rising. My breathing became shallow, and the small space seemed to shrink around me.

"Brian," I gasped, holding out the urn. "Please help me hold this. I can't—I can't drop it."

But at that moment, Vanessa moaned. "My head is pounding again.”

Brian immediately turned his attention to her, adjusting her in his arms, whispering soothing words.

"Brian, please," I begged, my hands shaking violently. "It's about to fall—"

Too late. The silver urn slipped from my trembling fingers, hitting the elevator floor with a crack. The lid popped off, and the ashes—all I had left of my parents scattered across the dirty elevator floor.

"No!" I cried, dropping to my knees. "No, no, no!"

I tried to scoop the ashes back into the broken urn, but it was useless. Tears blinded me as I watched the last pieces of my parents disappear between the cracks of the elevator wall.

CHAPTER THREE

I knelt on the elevator floor, desperately trying to gather my parents' ashes with trembling hands.

"Viola, get up. You're embarrassing yourself. People are going to think something's wrong with you. This is exactly why I can't take you anywhere these days." Brian hissed through clenched teeth.

I looked up at him through tears. "Something is wrong! My parents' ashes are all over this dirty floor! How can you just stand there?"

The elevator doors opened, and an elderly couple stepped back in shock when they saw me on my knees.

"Is she okay?" the woman asked Brian.

Brian flashed his charming smile. "She's fine. Just having one of her episodes. My poor fiancée has... issues." He tapped his temple meaningfully. "We're taking care of her."

The woman's eyes widened as she pulled her husband back. "Let's wait for the next one, dear."

As the doors closed, Vanessa's voice cut through my sobs.

"Just look at what you've done. You've made a complete scene, and now poor Brian has to explain your behavior to strangers. How many more times must he apologize for you, Viola? How much more can you put him through?"

Brian stepped out of the elevator when it reached the lobby, careful not to disturb Vanessa. "Viola, we're leaving. Come now or find your own way home."

"I'm staying," I whispered, still trying to scoop the ashes into the broken urn.

Brian shrugged. "Suit yourself."

I stayed behind, trying to salvage what little I could of my parents' remains, but it was useless. Most had disappeared between the elevator cracks or been trampled into dust. Eventually, I dragged myself out of the hospital and took a cab home.

The apartment was quiet when I arrived. I went straight to our bedroom and pulled out my largest suitcase. Enough was enough. I couldn't take this anymore.

I was folding the last of my clothes when I heard the front door open.

"Viola? Are you home?" Brian called out.

I wiped my tears quickly and stepped into the living room. Brian was alone, his face arranged in an expression of concern.

"Baby, I'm so sorry about what happened," he said, rushing to embrace me. "I should have been more understanding. I know how much that urn meant to you."

I stood stiffly in his arms, not returning the hug.

"You're still upset, I can tell," he sighed, pulling back to look at me. "But it was just a vase, Viola. We can get you another one. A better one—gold-plated, even! Your parents would want you to move on."

Before I could respond, his phone rang. He stepped away to answer it.

"Hey, what's up?... Yeah, she's here... Did she what?... Her stupid ashes?" His voice dropped to a whisper, but I could still hear him. "Don't worry about it. I'll handle her."

He hung up and turned back to me with a plastered smile. "That was Vanessa. She's feeling much better now and wanted to apologize about your vase. Isn't she considerate? You'll forgive her, right?"

"I've already forgiven her," I lied.

"Great!" Brian clapped his hands together. "Listen, there's this party tonight at The Sapphire. Let's go—it'll help clear your head. I want to make everything up to you."

Two hours later, we arrived at what was clearly not a small get-together but an elaborate event at a luxury hotel. The moment we walked in, I noticed people staring at us—or rather, at me.

"Your dress looks familiar," a woman whispered to her friend. "Isn't that the same pattern Vanessa is wearing?"

"God, she's such a copycat," another person murmured. "No wonder he's clinging to Vanessa instead."

"I heard she can't even keep her job," someone else said. "That's why he's paying for everything."

"She's so plain next to Vanessa. Like a cheap knockoff."

"I heard she trapped him after his best friend died."

I looked down at my dress—a simple blue design Brian bought at a department store. As we moved further into the hall, I spotted Vanessa wearing an identical dress, except hers was clearly designer, with good beadwork and superior fabric. I suddenly realized why Brian had insisted I wear this particular dress.

"You knew," I whispered to him. "You knew she'd be here wearing the same dress."

Brian's grip tightened on my arm. "Don't start. We're here to have fun."

Vanessa spotted us and rushed over, greeting Brian with a lingering kiss on the lips.

"Thank God you made it! Thank you for helping me decorate this hall earlier for my birthday."

Birthday? I turned to Brian in confusion.

Vanessa hugged me next, her expensive perfume suffocating. "Thank you for coming, Viola. It means so much to have you here!"

So while I had been mourning my parents' ashes, Brian had been here helping Vanessa decorate for her birthday party. He'd told me we were going for a simple night out—not that we were attending the birthday celebration of the woman who had pushed me through a glass table this morning.

I watched in horror as Brian wrapped his arm around Vanessa's waist. "You look stunning tonight," he whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

Vanessa giggled, pressing herself against him. "You already told me that when you helped me zip up this dress."

I stood there, invisible, as they continued their intimate conversation. When Brian's hand slid down to Vanessa's waist, pulling her closer, I walked away toward the bar.

"Vodka, neat," I told the bartender, fighting back tears.

"Make that two."

I turned to find Vanessa standing beside me, a cruel smile playing on her lips.

"You know, Viola," she said, taking the drink from the bartender, "I've always wondered what Brian saw in you. You're so... ordinary."

"What do you want from me, Vanessa?"

"I want you gone." Her smile disappeared. "Brian and I have been together for over a year now. The only reason he hasn't left you is because he feels sorry for you—poor, orphaned Viola with nowhere to go."

"You're sick, Vanessa."

Her eyes flashed with rage. "And you're pathetic. Still hanging on when he's made it clear who he wants."

She picked up a glass of red wine. "Here's a little birthday gift from me to you."

Before I could move, she tipped the glass, spilling wine all down the front of my dress.