Bron was playing golf in the backyard with Benjamin.“This game is for chumps.” He declared as we approached him on the field.Benjamin laughed, “you are such a sore loser.”He scoffed at Benjamin but a grin was peeking through his frown. “We’ll if it isn’t the couple of the century.“Hello Bron.”“You two are back early.” He picked up a glass filled with whiskey and took a sip. Ethan frowned at it, but answered nontheless.“Work emergency. You know how it is.” He reached for his grandfather’s drink and downed it and he nodded in understanding.“Even in the short time, I’ve heard good things. You both look …well Mae, you looklovely.”“Yes, we all know it’s above you to give your grandson a compliment.” Benjamin said, joining us at the table. “You look lovely, dear.”“He doesn’t need more, his ego is big enough as it is” Bron said, filling his glass up again. “Our annual family tradition is just around the corner.”“This celebration is extra special because of the new additions to
Wynona’s home was everything I thought it would be and more. With the size of houses they owned I wondered how there was still room for the rest of us in this state.When I stepped in the living room, an older gentleman was smoking tobacco from a pipe like an aged man. Wynona’s father, my mind screamed at me.“Good day sir.” I greeted with a comfortable smile.He looked me up from my jimmy chop flats and summer jumpsuit with a flattering ribbon that held my hair away from my neck. Considering she had been with me the night she had dressed like a biker’s fan girl. I assumed he was checking me for flaws.“Mrs. Crowe. It is lovely to have you in my home.” He said in a terrible attempt at being warm. It was a curse for a man like this to have a daughter as eccentric and worrisome as Wynona. It made me feel bad for him. “I hope you don’t have more plans on going on drinking sprees with my daughter. She’s not married and has a lot more to lose.”And my empathy towards him was chucked out of
Two weeks went by smoothly with me and Ethan sinking into our new found routine. I would stay at home; cook, watch movies, draw, maybe hang out with Cecilia or I would be over at Wynona’s and sometimes Cartwright made guest appearances.But the highlight of those two weeks were the times I spent wrapped up in Ethan’s arms, or sharing a meal once in a while. The public appearances had been kept to a minimum. We were married now and in the first weeks of it, so it was normal to not have constant public appearances. This would be the third night we were stepping out together for an event. And it was none other than the party that included Ethan’s family tradition. My family tradition too, since I was married to him.When I heard family tradition, I had thought it would be a small scale event, with just the family, maybe mine would be invited. But the hall was semi filled with people I was beginning to learn, were considered important to the Crowe family, not just in the business sector.
“Listen to me Mae,” she gripped my shoulders. “He’s bad news.” “What do you mean by that?” she was scaring the hell out of me with her crazy eyes. Lisa had never breathed a word. Not even while she was with Ava. A guest walked past our spot in the shadows and she whipped her head up and blinked a few times. She looked down at me and anger flashed in her eyes. Shoving me away, she tried to barrel past me “Lisa wait!” I tried to grab her hand but she jumped away from me as if I had burned her. “Stay the fuck away from me!” she hissed and I had a flash back to Ava’s bathroom accident. Was this going to be a repeat of it? I took big step away from her. “You’re a smart woman, do the safe thing.” Satisfied that I wasn’t going to touch her, she continued on her way. Her blank expression replacing the anger I saw earlier before she turned. I was still in a daze when Ethan found me. He wrapped his hand around me and kissed my cheeks. “Are you alright?” he asked when he noticed how unr
“Go bug someone else Miles.” I said finally.“I don’t know many people here. Maybe Wynona, but I don’t see you coming around and playing big sister.”“Yeah have fun with that.” I told him, staring daggers into his back as he sauntered away. What right did he have to judge me like that. It was so easy for him to get on a high horse and act like everything was simple. I refused to let his words bugger me. He knew why I was here, I didn’t care what he thought was happening.“A moment of your time Mrs. Crowe.” A savvy voice called beside me, When I turned my head, I was looking down at a stout man with a checkered scarf on his neck and gauges in his ear. He didn’t fit in with the rest of the party, and smiled at me like I was supposed to know him. Oh dear. “ Of course! I answered brightly, and waited on him to continue the conversation. Perhaps something he said would jog my memory.“Well. Your husband told me about your potential…So I want you to send me your portfolio-it’s alla formali
“Papa?” I said crossing my fingers. God let him be alright.“Margaret Ricci.” I heard his gruff voice. A sigh of relief escaped my mouth.“Papa, you’re alright.”“Not with the heart attack you’re trying to give me. I want you in this house by tomorrow, do you hear me?”“si papa.” He had called my full name. I was definitely in trouble for something. My heart dropped. Did he find out about the contract?Worrying would do nothing. There was only one thing to do. Call Miles. I knew mum would be glued to dad and won’t have time to answer me.“What happened?” I asked immediately he took my call.“Well good day to you too, sis. Oh me? I’m doing great.”“I don’t have time for this. Did he find out about the contract?”“He did not. He left the house while mum was taking a nap and walked to the restaurant. He noted the changes in the restaurant, just regular stuff. But then he asked about his lovely daughter and one of the new employees informed him that no Mae Ricci or Crowe had worked there
“ Mae? ” mum asked, trepidation written all over her face. I smiled at her. Miles entered the room fully, his expression flashing between confusion, annoyance and a lack of comprehension.That would all end in a minute, once they heard what I wanted to say. I forced their faces out of my mind and turned to dad.“Mae let’s talk about this.” Mum reasoned with me.“Please calm down.” I begged. She seemed to understand because she clamped her mouth shut and folded her arms. I rushed to speak before Miles would say anything that would jeopardize us even farther.“Papa, Your son is a playboy.” Miles cursed and dad threw him a look.”What are you talking about?” He asked. I felt a little guilty but if this meant that I could take dad’s mind off the main problem it would be better.I lowered my voice and in a flurry of Italian i tried to tell them about his little escapade in school with a strange girl and made another one upset, I was just about to add a few more embellishments about a catfi
“You see, my birthday is coming up. I don’t usually do anything fancy about it but I was thinking this year could be different. That’s why I’m here even. I was thinking it would be a great choice to handle the breakfast themed table.”“Oh yeah, these people are great.” Wynona interjected. “Double win if you could get the hot waiters too.”“I-I’ll see what I can do?” she glanced at her. “Anyway, I had this brilliant idea, to have you style a dress for me. We can pick one together and you change it however you think will look gorgeous-I’ ll pay you of course. We would get a really popular piece, so people can identify the before…and then my dress would be an after,” Lindsey was very lost in her imaginings. As she spoke, she used her hands to draw the picture in her mind. I waited for her to finish.“…wouldn’t that be amazing?” She laughed in glee. “I’m so sorry Lindsey, but I can’t do that…” ”What?” She looked confused.“The thing with Saskia’s dress, it was a one time thing.”“But…it d
MAEThe moment the door opened, and I saw who it was, my heart stopped. “Dad?” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper. Tears sprang to my eyes almost immediately. I tried to sit up, but he was already by my side, gently pressing me back down. “Don’t push yourself,” he said softly, but there was worry in every word. He pulled up a chair and sat next to me, his hand covering mine. “You should be resting.”I blinked up at him, confused. “What… how are you here? Shouldn’t you also be resting?” My dad had fainted just two days ago and seeing him there made my chest ache.He gave me a small smile and shrugged like it was nothing. “I heard about a certain Mae being treated at the hospital. Someone mentioned your name, and I… I had to make sure it was you.” His voice cracked a little at the end.I swallowed hard, my throat hurting. “I’m okay now, Dad. I promise. I should be the one worrying about you. How do you feel?”“I'm fine.” He replied with a small smile. He just held my hand, his
CMAEThe moment Ethan walked in, my heart stopped. Not in a good way. He looked rough like he’d been through hell and back, but he still had this commanding presence about him. And those men in suits behind him? Yeah, that didn’t help. My stomach twisted, the knife in my throat feeling colder and sharper than ever now. Ava’s grip on me tightened, and I could feel her shaking just slightly. Their coming closer was making her nervous and her knife pressed into my neck even more, scaring me.“Ethan,” she said, her voice cracking but still carrying that desperate tone. “Tell them to stay back, or I’ll kill her.” That sent a chill down my spine, like ice running through my veins. She pressed the knife closer, and I winced, biting my lip to keep myself from crying out. It hurt, my shoulder had still not healed from the accident and the way she was pressing it down hurt badly.Ethan raised his hands, palms out, his voice calm, like he was trying to also calm her down. “Ava, just let her
ChaMAEMy eyes snapped open, and for a moment, everything was a blur. My head throbbed like someone had hit it many times, and my mouth was dry, my tongue sticking to the roof of it. My head hurt badly, like badly, especially the back of my head like it had been hit.I blinked a few times, trying to figure out where I was, trying to remember what had happened, but nothing made sense. The air was damp and cold, and there was this faint, musty smell that made my stomach twist. I looked around, my vision finally clearing, and panic hit me almost immediately, making my heart pound harder than ever.I was in a huge, dark basement, the kind you only find in horror movies, except this was real life, my life. The only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, swaying slightly like it might go out any second. My arms and legs felt heavy, and when I tried to move, I realized why. I was tied to a chair. Thick ropes dug into my wrists and ankles, holding me in place no matter h
MAEIt was Julianna. Of course, it was Julianna. Why did I think she wouldn't come? Of course, she would. Seemed like everyone knew her except me and it was killing me. I wasn't even sure if she and Ethan had dated before. I wasn't sure about anything anymore.She walked onto the balcony like she owned the world, dressed to kill in this beautiful black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. She looked completely perfect. Her makeup was flawless, not a smudge out of place, and her hair looked like it had been styled by some overpriced Hollywood professional. She had this effortless grace about her like she knew people were watching, and she loved it. I felt tiny in comparison. I felt out of place at that moment. She was like the epitome of beauty, and I was the epitome of nothing. Well, not nothing. I believed in loving my body, but she just suited him perfectly while he and I were odd together.She made her way over to us with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, slipping he
MAEI spotted him the second Lindsey walked away like my eyes had been programmed to find him in any crowd. He stood near the far wall, looking way too good in a perfectly tailored suit, a drink in his hand, and that confident, effortless stance that used to make me melt. My stomach did this weird flip, and for a second, I thought about bolting right back out the door. But then Lindsey’s voice yanked me out of my thoughts. “Okay, I'm back.” Before I could react, she handed me another drink, her energy as bubbly as ever. “Thanks for coming. Seriously, it means so much to me!” I forced a smile, trying my best to match her enthusiasm. “Of course. I’m honored to be here.” She rolled her eyes and smacked my arm lightly, laughing. “Oh, stop being so modest. You’re family. I'm surprised you and Ethan didn't come together, but oh well. Couples always fight, right? Now, eat whatever you want, okay? I’ll be right back. Again. I have to say hi to a million more people.” “Go, go,” I s
MAEIt was another picture of Ethan and Julianna. They were holding hands, her other hand clutching a bouquet like they were in some sort of romantic movie, which made me sad instead of happy.My chest felt tight like someone had taken a fistful of my heart and squeezed it. And it hurt badly. I wished there was medicine for heartache because I couldn't take any more of this pain. I just wanted peace. Sighing, I tossed my phone to the side, the screen going dark as it hit the pillow. My fingers brushed against my cheeks, and I realized tears had started falling again. Why couldn't I stop crying? It was definitely because of my pregnancy. Not because of Ethan. Not.I curled up on my bed, wrapping my arms around my stomach without even thinking about it. My voice cracked as I whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry you can’t be close to your father right now.” My hand instinctively rubbed the small curve of my belly, as I could somehow comfort the little life growing inside me. The ac
MAEEthan walked toward us, his chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted a marathon. “How’s your dad?” he asked with worry. He sounded sincere, like he was genuinely worried, but I couldn't think about why he was there or how he even knew my dad was at the hospital. I glanced at Miles, waiting for him to answer, because I sure wasn’t about to and the only other person who could have told him was Miles. I'd been with Mum all night so it sure as hell wasn't her and if it was Miles, I was going to kill him. Tear him in half.Miles rubbed the back of his neck, looking awkward, and said, “He’s stable now. My mom's with him now.” I stood there, my arms crossed tight against my chest, looking between the two of them. My brain was spinning. Why was Ethan here? He couldn't have magically known Dad was here. My eyes narrowed suspiciously at Miles, and he caught the look. He sighed like he knew what my question was. “I called him,” he admitted, shrugging like it was no big deal. “W
MAE Miles and I bolted outside, my heart hammering in my chest. The second we stepped out, I froze. My dad was lying on the ground, his face pale, his eyes closed. My mom was kneeling over him, her hands on his chest, crying. “Oh my God! Honey!” she sobbed. “Please, get up! Don't do this to me!”“Dad!” I shrieked, running toward him, my broken foot hurting way worse than earlier. Miles sprinted past me, grabbing his phone and already dialing. “I’m calling 911!” he shouted, his voice shaking, not helping my frayed nerves at all.I dropped next to my mom, my hands hovering over Dad like I didn’t know what to do. “Dad?” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Come on, wake up. Please.” He didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. My mom’s cries were breaking me into a million tiny pieces. My heart was pounding hard, blood rushing to my head, making it very hard to think or breathe. The walls seemed to be closing in on me.It felt like forever before the ambulance arrived, though it couldn’t have b
MAEI zipped up my bag with shaky hands, my chest heaving as I threw the last of my stuff inside. My heart was screaming at me to stop, to wait, to give him a chance to explain, but my brain wasn’t having it. I wanted him to also say something, anything, apologize, beg me to stay, tell me what actually happened, at least explain, but Ethan? Ethan didn't seem to care.He wasn’t even begging me to stay. He wasn’t apologizing. He was just standing there like I wasn’t literally packing my things and leaving, like I didn't mean a single thing to him, like what we had, our love, our bond, our marriage meant nothing to him. And it fucking hurt. It hurt to not see him fight for us. Did he even care about us at all? Did all this even mean anything to him?And then he said it.“Maybe we do need a break from each other.”I froze. A break? I wanted to believe I'd heard wrong, but I didn't. He had said we needed a break and I wanted him to say that he was kidding. I wanted him to say he wasn't s