Allison’s POV.The sound of conversations blended with the smooth, soulful jazz playing in the background, creating an atmosphere that was both relaxed and intimate. The bar wasn't populated, with only a few people scattered around, engaged in quiet conversation. My team and I occupied a cozy corner, a round table filled with drinks and laughter.Mia, always the life of the party, waved me over with a grin. "Allison, come on! You need to loosen up. Have a drink with us. It’ll calm your nerves."I shook my head, forcing a tight smile. "No thanks, Mia. I'm good." My focus remained on the dartboard, or rather, the picture of William I had pinned over it. His smug, deceitful face stared back at me, and my whole body shook with a hatred so intense it was almost obvious. As I took aim and threw another dart, the memory of that fateful night played in my mind like a broken record. I had gone to Jessica's house, unsuspecting, only to find William there, having sex with her. The betrayal had

Williams POV.Driving to the hospital, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I had no idea it was Allison—no, Seraphina—all along. How had I been so blind? Jessica, in her typical arrogance, hadn't even recognized her, and yet she tried to humiliate her and vandalized her car. Allison retaliated with a force that left me reeling. She had beaten all my bodyguards, and even Jessica herself. I felt utterly exhausted. What had Allison done to herself in the past year? She wasn’t fat anymore; she had transformed into something powerful,now likw an espionage agent. It felt too surreal to believe. This was the same Allison—Seraphina—who had once been comfortable being fat and lazy, who could barely get herself around. Now she was powerful beyond measure.The way she had tackled Peter Donovan was something I couldn’t wrap my head around. Peter was known for his ruthlessness and strength, yet she brought him to his knees. And then there was the gunshot. My first instinct had been

Allison's POV.I needed a moment to regroup, to let the adrenaline of the dance subside. As I sipped my drink, the cool liquid doing little to calm my racing heart, I felt a presence behind me. I turned, and there stood Williams, his expression of curiosity and bewilderment.“Allison,” he started, his voice unsteady. “Can we talk?”I sighed, knowing this confrontation was inevitable. “What do you want, Williams?”He glanced around, clearly uncomfortable. “What’s with the sudden change? How is it possible that you’re...this? Part of an espionage group?”I raised an eyebrow, my patience already wearing thin. “You think you know me, Williams? You don’t know a thing.”He looked taken aback by the firmness in my voice but pressed on. “But I knew you before, Allison. You weren’t like this. You were...different.”“Different?” I echoed, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “You mean weaker? Less confident? Easy to push around?”“That’s not what I meant,” he stammered. “I just...I don’t understand.

Williams' POVAllison laughed, the sound sharp and almost amused. “It’s funny to hear you say that, considering how you thought the exact opposite of me a year ago.”I swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in my throat. Her eyes, those piercing, unforgiving eyes, bore into mine. She folded her arms across her chest, the action drawing my attention to the confident posture she held.“Tell me, Williams,” she said, her tone icy. “Why did you marry me in the first place if you thought so lowly of me?”“I did love you, Allison,” I said, my voice almost a whisper. “I was an insensitive bastard. I know that now. I treated you terribly, but I did love you.”“It changes nothing,” she replied, her voice unwavering. “Your actions… they cost me our child.”My world tilted on its axis. “What?” I managed to croak out. “You were… pregnant?”She scoffed bitterly. “Yes, I was. Three months along. I wanted to announce it on our third anniversary. But then you lied about having an important business meeti