Davina I spent the next hour going through files in silence. One after the other, I scanned through the documents laid neatly on my desk. Most were routine reports—weekly progress from department heads, internal memos, and some old correspondence that had been marked for review. I made notes on a few and placed sticky tabs on others. It was a slow process, but I needed to be thorough.Tim returned with a brown folder in hand and placed it on my desk.“That’s the list of businesses under Charez Holdings,” he said.I nodded and opened it. “Walk me through it.”“Sure,” he began. “We have Charez Pharmaceuticals—the primary arm for R&D and distribution. Then there’s Mavlin Biotech—a subsidiary under Pharma that mostly focuses on plant-based alternatives. We also own Delphine Diagnostics, which handles lab testing and medical kits, and it operates independently. Then we have Veltron Consulting, mostly HR and corporate restructuring. Last year we acquired BlueBridge Analytics, and that one’
DavinaI spun in my chair, replaying the dinner with my parents in my head. It was nice—actually, it was better than I expected. Simple conversation, no awkward silences. We laughed more than I thought we would, and for the first time in a while, it felt... easy. Not forced.Before I could get too comfortable in the thought, Tim walked in, cutting the moment short.“Ma’am, the finance briefing is now. They called to apologize for yesterday’s cancellation and asked if we could reschedule. They’re waiting in the boardroom.”I frowned. Of course, they’d cancel and now act like nothing happened. I’d known from the start it was a tactic—Linda was way too nonchalant about it. But whatever, I wasn’t about to play games.“Alright. Let’s go,” I said, standing and doing a quick check in the mirror. I wasn’t about to overdo it today. Just enough to look presentable.Tim held the door open, and I walked into the boardroom. The usual cold stares and stiff faces. No surprise there. No one bothered
DavinaMy heart skipped in anticipation as we got closer to the hospital. I didn't realize how much I looked forward to seeing my babies and hearing their heartbeats until this moment. My mind drifted to my last pregnancy; I had not been that happy then, even though, at that time, It felt like that was the happiest I could have been. Probably because my babies are the only things that are mine, and I got them without struggling for them, it felt soothing to know I have them. My mind drifted to the one person I had vowed not to think about- Sebastian. My heart couldn't help but wonder if, just if, there would have been the slightest difference in his behavior if he had known about the babies if he had chosen me over Courtney if he had known if he would have gone through with the divorce but Alas all these thoughts and questions I would never have answers to. The thought of Courtney being by his side in the corporation I had built sent a pang to my heart. Her baby will almost be as o
DavinaThe ride was quiet.But the silence wasn't awkward. It felt kind of calming…she stroked my hair and traced circles on my palm repeatedly. Without doing too much, she was silently telling me she was here with me and for me. It was soothing.I said nothing and neither did she. She didn't try to make me feel better with words, she just let me be. I appreciated that. Sometimes silence felt heavier with the company, but this didn’t. It felt like something shared. Like she understood without me having to explain anything.My thoughts drifted a little, not too far. I didn’t want to think about Sebastian anymore, and somehow, I managed not to. My mother’s presence grounded me. Still, I couldn’t ignore the faint shift in the air. The way she held onto my hand for a little longer than usual. The way her strokes slowed, then stopped, then started again.She was hesitating.I waited a few more minutes, just in case she would say it on her own. But the silence stretched longer, tighter. I
DavinaDinner started off quietly. None said anything at first but I knew the conversations would soon start. Of course, it didn’t take long for Alex to break the silence. “So,” Alex said slowly, “how’s work treating you, Stasha?”I looked up, met his eyes for half a second, then looked at my plate again. “Busy,” I said. “But manageable.”He nodded. “That’s good. Adjusting okay?”I paused for a second. “I guess so.”It wasn’t a lie. I was adjusting. Slowly. I’m getting used to the scowling and hateful gazes. That counted for something. “If you ever need help, you know you can reach out to me, okay?” he added.I looked up again; this time, my gaze lingered. “Why would I call you?”He gave a small shrug. “Just saying. I’ve been around the company a lot longer than you have. Thought maybe I could make things easier.”“I can handle it.”“I never said you couldn’t.”I held his gaze for a moment, then looked away again. He was annoying. But not in the way that made me want to scream any
StashaI stared at the message, rereading it three times.The anonymous message was from Alexander Aston.My fingers were still on the screen. For a long moment, I just sat there, phone in hand, not moving. I didn’t even blink.I tried to make sense of it. Tried to come up with some other explanation. Maybe Tim was mistaken. Maybe it was a different Alexander. Maybe someone used his name. Something—anything else.But Tim wasn’t careless. He wouldn’t have sent that message unless he was sure.Alexander.I thought back to dinner. His offer to help. His little comments. The café mentioned. He knew exactly what he was doing.I stood up. Slowly at first, then all at once. I didn’t know what I was doing, I just knew I couldn’t sit still.He sent that message. The one that made me feel like I was being watched. The one that pushed me over the edge in my office.Why?That was the only question bouncing in my head. Why would he do that? Why send something anonymously? Why not just say it to m
Davina Tim was standing by the car when I walked out.He looked like he had just gotten out, probably about to come in and get me. When he saw me, he paused, gave a short nod, and opened the back door without saying anything.I got in without a word.He closed the door gently and got into the driver’s seat. The engine came on, and we pulled out of the driveway.The silence settled in almost immediately. Neither of us spoke.Tim wasn’t usually talkative, but this time the quiet felt different. Like he knew something was off and didn’t want to make it worse. Or maybe he didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know either, so I didn’t bother trying.I leaned my head back slightly, eyes on the moving scenery. My thoughts were jumbled. I didn’t want to think about last night, but it was hard not to. The look on Alex’s face. His voice at my door. That knock that wouldn’t stop. All of it sat heavy on my chest.I knew Tim knew. He had sent me the message. He figured it out. Which meant he knew exa
DavinaI had barely made it to my desk when Tim knocked and pushed the door open slightly.“Ma’am,” he said, “it’s time for the meeting.”I glanced at the digital clock on my desk. Right on time.“Alright,” I said, standing up.He waited just outside the door as I collected the file I needed and walked past him without a word. He fell in step beside me like he always did. Nothing unusual about it.But inside, my head wasn’t as focused as it should have been.The meeting today was just a follow-up. Status updates from directors, new proposals, nothing too demanding. I had gone over the agenda last night and again this morning. Still, as we moved down the hallway, my mind drifted somewhere it hadn’t in a while.Alex.I hadn’t thought about him in days—weeks, maybe. Not deliberately. I didn’t let myself.But as I walked to that meeting, something about the silence in the hallway, or maybe just the weight of the day ahead, made him slip back into my mind.It wasn’t the usual thought eithe
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