Karen’s POVMonday morning came quickly like it was running, and as the sunlight penetrated through my window, I sat up, feeling a kind of excitement and peace within. Sofia had helped me during the weekends to secure a job online and I would be attending the interview for them to see if I am compatible for the job and I hope I crush it. Can't wait to be finally free from this toxic marriage and have a fresh of breath air leaving this house in the morning and coming back only at night, there won't be any room for drama from those two anymore. I rushed to the bathroom allowing the warm water to drip on my body I quickly wash up and came out of the bathroom staring at my neatly ordered dress that Sofia brought from me. Thankfully I still have some cash in my account, I would get a new phone and order some office fits. Devon did a good job of ruining my other phone because of the nasty lie he believed. I put on the corporate fit, a professional outfit, nothing flashy but enough to l
Karen's Pov.The sun hung low above my head as I confidently walked out of the chaotic mansion that had trapped me for months. With my head held high, I didn't bother looking back. I already knew he was watching me. His eyes burned with rage and intensity but I didn't care again, not ever again.For months I had been trying to win him over, bring back the love I thought we used to have…prove my innocence to him but nothing. No matter what I did or how much I tried it still wasn't enough, he hated me so much that even my mere existence was like a stinging pain to his senses.Tears threatened to spill out of my eyelids but I tried my best to hold them back. I couldn't let him see me break, those times were long dead and now I was a new woman and not someone he could just play around with. Reaching my hands to my face I wipe the tear drops that had slipped out of my eyelids. I hailed a cab and when it stopped right in front of me, I couldn't help but look back at the hell gates I once c
Lauren's Pov.“Where do you think you're going Lauren?” Devon's voice stopped me as I was about to make my way out of the door. I didn't bother answering him. I threw my hair back disregarding his questions and continued my stroll outside the house.He cursed from under his breath. “I asked you a question Lauren.” I could already feel his rage from where I stood but I didn't falter. “Where do you think you're going dressed like that?” I paused, looking back at him. “I hope you realize that now that your beloved wife is gone you can't boss me around.” I shot back at him.Maybe Karen could take his bullshit behavior but there was a difference between being a wife and a mistress and he couldn't treat me the way he liked.I was glad to have Karen finally out of the house but I was not about to be her replacement.I could see his muscles tighten as his face blazed with rage. “Everyone already knows you're my mistress. So having you go out like that would also taint my reputation.” He gr
Karen's Pov The ceiling stood looming above my head as I opened my eyes, a throbbing headache instant coursing through my head.My hands wiped my sleepy eyes trying to shake off the fatigue. Finally opening my eyes I took a brief glance at my surroundings; King-size mattress, White room, sofa and luxurious furnishings.My eyes widened in realization. Where was I? Last thing I could remember was the club, music and … Stephan. Everything happened so fast but one thing I was sure of was that he drugged me. But how? He wasn't there when I ordered the drink, everything else was given by the bartender. Could it be that he somehow has some connections? My chest tightened in anger, my blood boiling. That freaking bastard.As if adding more flames to my marriage wasn't enough wound he still wanted to destroy my life even more. If it hadn't been for that stranger or whoever it was that stopped God knows what would have happened.Immediately standing up from the large mattress, I looked around
Karen's Pov The brisk air hit my face as I stepped outside the apartment door, a welcome to the confusion began swirling in my mind. I took a deep breath, trying to center myself. The sky stood high casting its usual glow but this time it only felt like it was mocking me. I had escaped one nightmare, but my real battle lay ahead.I couldn’t shake the feeling of vulnerability that lingered after my encounter with Liam and Conrad. They had helped me, yes, but who were they really? My instincts screamed caution and trust was a luxury I couldn’t afford at the moment.As I walked down the street, my heart raced at the thought of facing Devon again. I had to confront him, to reclaim my sense of self and dismantle the twisted hold he had over me. The last thing I wanted was to fall back into his manipulative web. Not ever again.I pulled out my phone, hesitating over the contact list. My fingers trailed stopping at his name, the very sight of it sending a cold shiver down my spine. Memories
Karen's Pov.I opened the door slightly revealing a man who stood tall with his back to me looking through the glass of the skyscraper. “Good morning.” I started, closing the door behind me.“I wasn't expecting any more-” He paused as our eyes crashed, realization dawning on my face. “Liam?”His shocked expression soon melted into a smile. “Oh Karen, what a coincidence!” He chuckled, stepping away from the window and to his desk.“I didn't expect to see you so soon.” “Neither did I,” I replied, stepping into the room, trying to shake off the flutter of emotions that his presence stirred in me.I didn't expect Liam to be financially unstable but neither did I expect him to be the CEO of Lex Operate. I tried to hold up my strained smile, printing it plastered on my face. My legs shaked as I moved closer to his work desk standing just a few inches away from the chair.“Take a seat.” At his command I made my way into the child slipping into delicately while trying to mask my nervousnes
Karen's Pov.I took in a deep breath stepping into the restaurant. Liam had somehow managed to email me the address. Probably getting my address from the receptionist. The restaurant was a reach furnishings and the aroma strong with luxurious meals. Stepped into the restaurant immediately spotting Liam at the far end of the restaurant his eyes positioned directly on the phone screen. He wore his usual black suit that hugged tightly on his body.Clearing my throat to get his attention, his head suddenly shot up meeting my eyes. My heart raced feeling the weight of his gaze. “Oh, Karen.” He stood, extending his arm for a handshake.”I almost thought you'd make it.” He chuckled.I took his hand, shaking back.” Why wouldn't I? Strictly business isn't it.” “Of course.” His smile deepenedI took my seat opposite him dropping my file back on the table. He positioned his tie properly before taking the file again but in less than two minutes he placed it back on the table.“Well, I think the
Karen's Pov I twisted and turned, feeling restless in my bed. The night was cold and lonely and I still couldn't get any rest. Images of Devon kept appearing in my mind. From how loving he used to be up until how he became after our marriage. Tears welled up in my eyes, falling to the mattress. I clutched my body hugging them as the tears continued streaming down my eyes. Where it all went wrong.My thoughts wandered to Liam. The offer... It was so tempting. But the more I thought about it the more I realized how little I knew about Liam. He was kind, yes, but I still barely knew him despite the fact that he saved me. My mind still didn't want to fully relax with him.I groaned, massaging my temples. I couldn’t think straight. The anxiety was too suffocating.Deciding to get out of bed, I walked to the window and stared out at the city lights wondering what I would do. My mind racing. I didn't know if I was prepared for the kind of change I was stepping into.The sound of my phone vi
Karen's Pov I sat in the quiet of my kitchen, the soft. My hands gripping the edge of the table, my fingers white-knuckling the surface. The message from Lauren had rattled me more than I’d like to admit. Every time I replayed it in my mind, the implications grew darker. "Drive safely, and don’t forget to buy Paris those crayons." The casual tone felt so harmless, but the context was anything but.I had tried to ignore it, push it to the back of my mind like I had with everything else from the past. But Lauren’s words kept nagging at me. It wasn’t just a simple message—it was a reminder that someone, somewhere, was watching me. Watching my kids. If Lauren knew about Paris needing crayons, then that meant someone had been keeping track of our movements, of our daily life.And if Lauren knew that, who else did?I stood up, pacing the kitchen as my thoughts spiraled. I had worked so hard to build a life for my kids, to protect them from all the mess that came with my past. But now, it
Karen’s POVThe past few days had been nothing short of chaotic. Devon hadn’t shown up to work since our argument, and while I told myself I didn’t care, the curiosity about his absence refused to leave me alone. Then, of course, Lauren had to crawl out of whatever hole she’d been hiding in to threaten me. Her words had been running around in my head ever since.I turned a corner, heading toward my office. The familiar sounds of the office surrounded me—phones ringing, muffled conversations and the occasional clack of a keyboard. It was a symphony I normally found comforting. Workers getting down to work for what they are here for. As I approached Devon’s office, I caught sight of the partially open door. Something pulled at me. I slowed my steps, my gaze drawn to the figure slumped at his desk.It was Devon.He didn’t notice me. His head rested on his desk and shoulders curved inward as if carrying the weight of the world. His usual appearance was in shambles—no tie and a rumpled s
Karen's POV“Lauren?” Her name rolled bitterly down my tongue A shiver down my spine. The years hadn’t dulled the impact of her presence on my life, nor the storm of emotions that hearing her voice again unleashed."Lauren?" I whispered, almost unable to believe it. It felt like a ghost calling me from the past, a specter that had been buried but was now rising to the surface.There was a soft, almost teasing laugh on the other end of the line."Did you miss me, Karen?" she purred, her voice as sharp and sarcastic as I remembered. "I thought you'd be happier to hear from an old friend."I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. "What do you want, Lauren?"She was silent for a moment, but I could hear the faint sound of her shifting, perhaps moving in her seat, or simply savoring the effect her voice had on me. "Oh, nothing much," she said, dragging the words out slowly. "I was just curious. WonderingThe air felt thick with tension as Lauren's voice lingered in my ear, like a shadow I
Devon’s POVThe bar’s lights flicker above me, a dull, sterile glow that does nothing to soften the harshness of the night. My face still burns where the bruises are fresh, the swelling a constant reminder of the fight I’d tried to forget. I shouldn’t even be here. This place, these people, it all feels like a mask—something to hide behind when I can’t bear to face what I’ve done. What I’ve lost.I grip my glass, watching the amber liquid swirl, but I don’t drink. I’m not even sure why I came. Maybe to drown out the ache in my chest. Maybe to pretend I’m not thinking about her—about Karen.I wish I had just made things right. What the hell was I thinking, pushing her away? Pushing everyone away. All this time, I told myself I was doing the right thing, but look at where I am now. Alone. With nothing but the guilt weighing me down, eating me alive.I set the glass down and rub my hand across my face, my fingers grazing over the bruises that mark me like a map of every mistake I’ve ever
Karen's Pov “Let me see them.”he said, his words halting my steps.I froze, my heart skipping a beat. Slowly, I glanced over my shoulder, just enough to meet his gaze.“What?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.“Let me see them,” he repeated, his tone quieter now, almost pleading. “Let them at least know who their father is.”My heart clenched, but I kept my face cold, my expression unreadable.I wanted to respond, to tell him no again, but he continued before I could find the words.“And I promise, I’ll stay away after that. Just… just let me be a part of their life, even if it’s just a little piece.”His words caught me off guard, piercing through the layers of my resolve. My breath hitched, and I felt the familiar sting of tears threatening to escape. A single tear betrayed me, slipping down my cheek, but I quickly brushed it away and stiffened my posture, replacing my momentary weakness with a hardened demeanor.“No,” I said firmly, my voice sharp and unwavering. “You will
Karen’s POVThe day stretched on endlessly. The team had dispersed, Troy’s words of encouragement still ringing in their ears, but my mind remained clouded. Devon still hasn't shown up for three days now and his absence gnawed at me, an itch I couldn't scratch no matter how much I tried to drown it in work, spreadsheets and schedules.The office was quiet now, save for the hum of the heater battling the January chill. Paris and Austin were at their grandmother's for the weekend, leaving no distractions to pull me out of the spiral of my thoughts. I wanted to convince myself it was just another day, that Devon's "personal day" meant nothing. But the truth was, it did.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. The weight of the past clung to me like a shroud. How could someone who had hurt me so deeply still have such a hold on my thoughts? I hated that he did.Picking up my phone, I scrolled through my contacts, my finger hovering over his name. I shouldn’t. I knew I shouldn’t
Devon’s POVThe beach had been an escape, or at least I thought it would be. The sound of the waves, the salty air—it all should’ve calmed me down. But the more I thought about Kareem's words, the more I felt the weight of them crushing me. He was right. I was falling apart. Every drink, every bad decision—it was all just adding to the mess that I’d created. What was I even doing with my life?The walk back to my apartment had felt longer than usual, and by the time I stepped into the Uber, I barely had the energy to breathe, let alone talk. My head ached from thinking too much. I reached into my pockets, pulling out the last of my spare change. It wasn’t much. Just enough to get me through tonight. The car pulled up in front of the bar, the familiar sight of it hitting me with a sense of dread. I didn’t even know why I came here anymore. It used to be a place where I could forget everything, but now it was just another reminder of how far I’d fallen. Still, I couldn’t help it. The t
Karen's POVThe hum of the projector filled the conference room as charts and graphs flickered to life on the screen. Around the table, Troy’s team sat poised with notebooks, laptops, and an air of readiness that spoke volumes about their dedication.I adjusted my blazer, scanning the room. The atmosphere was electric—full of possibility and momentum. This was the kind of environment where real change happened, and I felt a surge of excitement despite the weight of the morning’s events still lingering in my mind.Troy stood at the head of the table, his sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms marked with faint scars that told stories he rarely shared. His voice carried the room, confident and precise, as he outlined the agenda for the day.“Our goal is clear,” he began, his dark eyes sweeping across the table. “We need to increase market penetration in untapped regions while solidifying our dominance in existing territories. To do that, we’re focusing on three pillars: innovation, custo
Karen's Pov I hadn’t planned on confronting Devon. In fact, I’d done everything in my power to avoid moments like this. But now, standing just a few feet away from him on the crowded beach, there was no denying the twist of fate—or perhaps sheer coincidence—that had brought him here.“What are you doing here, Devon?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.He glanced at me, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his faded jeans. His shirt was worn, the fabric fraying at the seams, and his shoes looked like they’d seen better days. It was jarring. This wasn’t the confident, polished man I’d once known.“Do I need a reason to be at the beach?” he replied with a half-smile, but his tone lacked its usual charm.I crossed my arms, feeling my chest tighten. “Maybe not. But you being here—now, of all times—doesn’t feel accidental.”His smile faded, replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable. “Maybe it’s not. Or maybe I just needed some fresh air and ended up in the same place as yo