DavinaThe silence of sitting in the study room of this building slowly enveloped me. The screen of my phone dimmed as I set it down on the desk, but the words were already burned into my mind. It wasn't just now that it burned into my mind, it had been there for quite a while, ever since the first day that I laid my eyes on the news.“Campbell Enterprises Faces Financial Crisis—Potential Bankruptcy Looms”I should have felt relieved. I should have been satisfied. But instead I felt nothing. Or maybe I did feel something. A dull ache shot deep in my chest. A strange, heavy weight that refused to lift. For years, I had poured my soul into that company. I had walked into those glass doors every day, working harder than anyone else—earning my place, proving my worth. And yet, when the time came, they had thrown me out without hesitation. I curled my fingers into fists, my nails pressing into my palms. This wasn't my loss, nor was it my failure. I shouldn't feel guilt or anything
Davina A few days went by and I threw myself into work. Or at least, that was what I told myself. I couldn't go to the office as I haven't been introduced officially yet, only a few family friends knew of my existence which gives me the chance to stay all locked up in the study. I needed to forget about my past and the only way I could do that was actively engage in activities. Even though it seems, the harder I tried, the harder the memories pushed to be remembered. I squeezed my eyes shut, my grip tightening around the leather-bound planner in my hands.Enough.Work. Work would keep me sane.For three days straight, I had avoided everyone.Every afternoon, Alexander would knock on the study door, inviting me to lunch.And every afternoon, I’d decline.I barely ate with my family, instead requesting for my meals to be brought to the study. I convinced myself it was easier this way. No questions, no worried glances, no pressure.But on the fourth day, as I was about to step into
Davina I couldn't sleep all night. I tossed and turned severally, holding on to my belly every now and then. When I finally drifted to sleep, I was jolted right back away. I had a nightmare where I was forced to get an abortion. No. I can't let anyone take my baby from me. I glanced towards the alarm clock. Past 6. I decided to prepare for work as I was sure I wouldn't be getting any more sleep. Putting my belly into consideration, I picked a free floral dress. To conceal my dark circles, I used mild make-up.Feeling set, I headed to the dining area for breakfast. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Alex wasn't present, he was starting to be annoying. “Alex has a breakfast meeting” my mother said, mistaking the relief in my eyes for disappointment. “Oh- I don't really care” Greeting father, I sat in my seat. We enjoyed breakfast quietly and I was relieved my morning sickness didn't happen at the table today. “Are you ready for your first day?” Father asked as he wip
Davina Completely ignoring the whisper behind me, I followed my guide. We soon got to the main office area. “Hold on please” the lady said before entering the door to enter an office. A few minutes later, she emerged- disturbed. Masking my curiosity with indifference, I walked into the office as she said. Gagging, I swiftly exited the office as quickly as I entered. The inside reeked of cigarettes. What is this? In an office? Reaching into my bag, I brought out the nose mask I carried for situations like this. I can't afford exposing myself to smells that'll be dangerous to my baby. Carefully securing my nose, I reentered the office. The chair was backing the door and I couldn't see the face of the person sitting. Only the back of their head. The air inside the office was thick—stagnant with the acrid stench of cigarette smoke. I forced my expression to remain neutral as I stepped inside, despite the sharp burn in my nose.A single, overflowing ashtray sat on the otherwis
DavinaTaking a break from work, I decided to use the bathroom. The silence of the restroom was interrupted by the sound of approaching heels. I stilled, my fingers tightening against my lap as hushed voices filled the space."Did you see the new secretary?" A low, almost conspiratorial whisper."Of course. She’s gorgeous," the second voice replied, but there was hesitation—like beauty was a curse here, not a blessing.A pause. Then, the first voice dropped lower. "Did you notice how King looked at her?""Like he was already undressing her with his eyes."A sharp exhale. "I just hope she’s smart enough to stay away from him."The voices faded as the women exited, leaving behind a heavy silence.I stayed still for a second longer, their words sinking in. Traps.So it wasn’t just arrogance. King had a pattern.I needed to uncover it—fast.While thinking of my next course of action, my mind rummaged the different things King could be doing. Embezzling? Or is he just a mean boss? I can
DavinaDinner passed in a blur.I sat at the long table, absently poking my food with my fork, my appetite nowhere to be found. The spread was as elegant as always—gourmet dishes arranged meticulously, every detail reflecting the wealth and power of the Charez family. But none of it interested me.If only I could have some tacos.The thought came out of nowhere, strange and unfamiliar. I didn’t even like street food, yet the craving gnawed at me. My hand instinctively moved to my belly.My baby.The realization settled deep inside me, heavier than before. My mind drifted back to the first time I had been pregnant. Back then, Sebastian had been there. He had held me, cared for me, made me feel like I wasn’t alone. Now, he was nowhere—just a shadow lingering at the edges of my past.Masking my thoughts, I forced myself to take a bite, chewing mechanically. I couldn’t afford to draw suspicion. Not now.My father’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Join us in the sitting room after dinner
Sebastian The sleek black SUV rolled to a stop at the red light, its polished exterior reflecting the city’s neon glow. It was an attention magnet—an unmistakable mark of wealth and power.Judging from the outside, it was easy to tell that the car wasn't the regular kind of cars that were mostly found on the streets. The glass was all tinted; it was hard to tell who the occupants of the car were, but to people outside, who couldn't help but stare at the car for far longer than normal, whoever owned the car was not one to be taken lightly. Sebastian, who the car belonged to, didn't notice the glances that were being thrown at his car, one of his most expensive possessions, because something else had his attention. It was the information of the contract that he had signed with Carpel Myles. He remembered vividly that his ex-wife, Davina, had come to warn him about it, but he had turned a deaf ear to it, and now he was paying the consequences for that. He was currently on his way t
SebastianSilence stretched across the glass-walled conference room, thick and charged. The overhead lights cast sharp reflections on the glossy table, highlighting the contract pages lying between them—evidence of deception spelled out in black and white.Sebastian’s grip on his briefcase tightened as he watched the woman across from him skim through the document. Her brow furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line. The man beside her leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled in front of him, an air of indifference masking whatever thoughts churned beneath.Sebastian had come here expecting resistance, but the sheer audacity of Carpel Myles was grating against his already frayed patience.The woman—Madeline Grant, one of Myles’ senior legal advisors—finally set the contract down with an exaggerated sigh. She lifted her gaze, carefully neutral, but Sebastian caught the flicker of unease in her eyes.“I fail to see the problem here,” she said smoothly.Sebastian inhaled sharply, forcing
DavinaDaniel soon fell asleep with his head on my chest. I laid him down slowly and tiptoe quietly out of the room. I gently closed the door and headed back to the backyard. The maids were now around and they were packing up slowly. Mother, Father, and Aunt Ce were sitting in one corner, sipping wine while laughing over something I am sure was an old recollected memory. Mom's eyes met mine and I gave her a smile. I looked around for Elijah and Alexander and I didn't have to for long as I saw them standing over the grill, turning meat over with one hand and a wine glass in the other.I was shocked by what I saw as they've always had a silent disagreement all this while. I don't know what beef they have, and they have refused to share, but I am sure they have some underlying misunderstanding they both kept aside to be with me at the same time.“Hey boy,” I greeted cheerfully, and I walked towards him. A maid passed me a glass before going about her packing. “Thanks,” I said to her w
DavinaThe car slowly drove into the Charez Estate, a place that has now properly become my home. I got out of the car when it parked.With Tim behind me with the cake in hand, I made my way into the living area of the house.“Mommy.”A cute little child embraced my legs the moment I stepped in.Danielle.“Elle. Happy birthday, my baby,” I greeted, picking her up with a smile.“Thank you, Mommy.”Daniel peeked at me from behind the couch, his usual quiet curiosity in his eyes. I crouched to his level and kissed his forehead. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”He gave me a tiny smile and nodded, his fingers still clutching his bunny.The living room smelled like grilled chicken and vanilla. Light laughter floated in from the back of the house.“They’ve been asking for you since morning,” my mom said, walking in with a tray of drinks. She looked relaxed today, dressed in a simple pastel dress with her hair tied back.“Did I keep them waiting too long?” I asked, brushing Elle’s curls from her
DavinaI stared out the window of my office, the bustling city was full of activities below. It felt like yesterday when I awkwardly called out for my mom that my water broke. The intercom rang at my desk. I turned around and picked it up.”Hello” “Reminder ma'am.” Tim's voice rang out. “You're picking up the cake for the twins’ birthday.”“Yeah right. I almost forgot. Thank you, Tim” I replied back before hanging up. Daniel and Danielle will be three today. It still felt difficult to believe three years had passed. Three years since I have been divorced, three years since I found my family, and three years since I had my children, that had now become my everything.I glanced at the wall clock above and picked up my bag. It was time for my meeting. I walked out of the office in short, measured strides to maintain gracefulness. Tim joined me and trailed behind as I walked out of the office. The team stood up to greet me, and I have been able to build a good rapport with them over t
DavinaThe discharge papers came faster than I expected. One minute, the nurse was saying, “Maybe tomorrow,” and the next, she was handing me a file with my name on it and a list of instructions I’d already forgotten.I nodded through all of it, even though I felt like I hadn’t learned anything. Formula guidelines. Bath temperature. How to tell if something’s wrong. It was all a blur.The only thing I really heard was, “You’re cleared to go home.”Home.With Daniel and Danielle.A nurse helped me dress them. I’d packed their clothes but forgot which was for who. She figured it out and just did it for me, then helped me buckle them into the car seats. I checked each strap twice. Then a third time.Mom and Dad were already waiting outside. Dad had installed the car seats that morning—thank God—because I couldn’t have done it.“You okay?” Mom asked as I stepped out.I didn’t answer right away. I was standing there with two babies and a hospital bag and had no real idea what came next.“I
DavinaI didn’t really sleep. I might’ve closed my eyes a few times, maybe drifted off for a few minutes here and there, but nothing stuck. Every sound made me jolt upright. Every grunt, hiccup, whimper. I kept checking to make sure they were still breathing, still warm, still real.They were right there beside me. Two bassinets. Two tiny humans wrapped like miniature burritos. Mine.It still didn’t make sense in my head.A soft knock came. A nurse walked in, clipboard in hand, giving me a practiced, polite smile.“Good morning, Davina. Just doing rounds.”I nodded. “Morning.”She moved over to the twins. Quiet, efficient. She said something under her breath while reading their tags—“Baby A” and “Baby B.” I hated that. They weren’t just letters.She looked at me as she checked their vitals. “Have you decided on names yet?”I hesitated, even though I already had. I just hadn’t said it out loud to anyone but my parents.“Yeah. Daniel and Danielle.”Her smile softened. “Sweet. Matching n
DavinaThey didn’t come in right away. My parents waited until the nurses finished their checks and left the room. Aunt Ce had stepped out too. Probably to give us space. Or maybe she just needed a break. Honestly, she deserved one more than I did.The door opened again a few minutes later. My mom came in first, then my dad. They didn’t rush to speak. Just stood near the door, taking it all in. Like they didn’t know where to start or if they were even allowed to.I didn’t say anything either. I was holding both babies—one on each side—and I still hadn’t fully wrapped my head around the fact that they were mine. That they were real. That they were here.“You okay?” Dad asked quietly.“Yeah,” I said, then added, “Tired.”“You did good,” he said. “Really good.”My mom stepped closer. She looked down at the twins like she couldn’t believe they existed. I wasn’t sure I believed it either.“They look like you,” she said.I didn’t see it. Maybe the nose. Or the mouth. But I didn’t argue.She
DavinaNo one tells you what “time to push” really means. They say it like it's a line in a play. But there’s no script for this.I looked at Aunt Ce, and she gave a small nod. “It’s going time.”I nodded too, because what else do you do? But I didn’t feel brave. I felt like I was about to do something I couldn’t undo, and everyone was just... letting me.The nurses adjusted things around me, speaking in soft, practiced voices. They told me how to position my legs, how to breathe, and what to expect.One of them said, “We’ll guide you. You won’t be alone.”I didn’t even know her name. But I believed her.“Take a deep breath,” Aunt Ce said from the side. “When the next contraction hits, we’re going to start.”I nodded again, even though the air felt thin. I didn’t say anything. Just waited.When the pressure built again, they told me to bear down. I did. I followed instructions like a student trying to pass a test. I counted in my head the way they said. Three pushes per contraction. T
DavinaI felt it before I saw it.A slow, warm gush down my legs. At first, I thought I’d just peed myself. Embarrassing, but not the end of the world. Then it hit me.I stood there, frozen. “Mom?”My voice cracked a little.She walked in, glanced down, and didn’t even blink. “Your water broke?”“I think so.”“Okay,” she said calmly, already moving toward the closet. “Let’s get changed. You’ll be more comfortable for the ride.”“I thought I still had time,” I muttered, heart pounding.“We’ve had thirty-eight weeks. This is time,” she said, pulling out clothes like this was any other morning.I was still standing in place. “Should I be freaking out?”Mom gave me a look. “Are you?”“Yeah. Quietly.”She smiled a little. “Then you’re doing it right.”I changed into the clothes she gave me. Comfortable stuff—loose shirt, soft pants. Nothing hospital-chic, but better than a soaked nightgown. I grabbed my phone out of habit, not even sure why.“You call the hospital?” I asked.“Driver’s on t
DavinaI had no idea what day it was. I didn’t care either. Days had blurred together a long time ago. Bed rest would do that to anyone. For the last three months, I’d lived on the same rotation of sleeping, shifting around, trying not to lose my mind, and politely refusing help I didn’t ask for.The maids still hovered. Always nearby, like they were waiting for me to faint or call out. I appreciated it, in a way, but it also made me feel like a museum exhibit. Sometimes one would peek in with a glass of water I didn’t need or ask if I wanted my pillows fluffed.“I’m okay,” I told them, every time.They didn’t believe me. They still brought snacks and folded things I hadn’t touched.Earlier this morning, one of them had tried to help me get up like just standing was a project. I gave her a smile and waved her off. “You really don’t have to. I’ve got it.”She hesitated, then stepped back. But I knew she told another one. And they watched from the hallway, still unsure if I’d collapse h