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
DavinaI took out my phone and stared at that message again.I KNOW YOUR SECRET, STASHA CHAREZ.It had been two months, but the words hadn’t lost their weight. They sat heavy in the back of my mind like unfinished business. Like something rotting in the corner that you could ignore during the day but smell at night.He never followed up.Not a single call. Not a text. Nothing.Not even a coward’s attempt to apologize or explain.I had told him not to reach out again. I had said I didn’t want to see him. I had made it clear.But there was a difference between respecting someone’s boundaries and hiding behind them like a shield.And Alex? He hid.He didn’t own what he did. He didn’t even try.It was like he dropped a bomb and disappeared.So now, with the meeting coming up tomorrow, with his name reappearing all over the expansion files, with that stupid anonymous message still lodged in my head—I was unraveling, slowly and silently.I didn’t let it show, but I felt it.All day I’d been
Davina’s POVI woke up with a headache I couldn’t really explain. Not sharp or painful, just there. A reminder that sleep hadn’t done what it was supposed to. I stared at the ceiling for a while, not thinking about anything specific. Eventually, I sat up. There wasn’t a reason to stay in bed.Routine helped. I changed into workout clothes and moved around a bit. Nothing serious. I just did enough to feel like I did something. After that, I showered, got dressed, and ended up standing in front of the mirror.I looked at myself for longer than I meant to. Not because anything was wrong—just because it felt like maybe something should be. Or maybe I was waiting for something to change. Nothing did.Downstairs, breakfast was already on the table. Mom moved around the kitchen like she always did. Dad was reading something. I sat down and ate in silence. No one said much. I didn’t offer anything. It felt fine that way.A car pulled up outside.“I’ll be back before dinner,” I said. I didn’t
DavinaThe days blurred together after a while.Wake up. Stretch a little. Do some light exercise even though I hated every second of it now. Shower. Get dressed. Eat breakfast—something plain. Usually toast or fruit. I didn’t care much about taste anymore, just routine. Then straight to work.That was it. Every day. Over and over.I kept thinking it would get easier. It didn’t. I just got better at not reacting.Somewhere in between, I stopped trying to mark time. But the calendar kept moving anyway. And now, somehow, I was seven months in. Seven months pregnant. I was already used to it except a certain level of fear lingered at the back of my mind. People stared a little more now. Not in a bad way-except the people at the office of course-just in that polite, curious way people look when a woman walks into a room obviously pregnant and still in heels.A few colleagues had started offering to carry things for me or telling me to sit more. I appreciated it. I just never said thank y
DavinaI stood up and was ready to retire to my room for the night when Mother called me back. “Stasha,” she called softly, “come watch a movie with us.”I turned halfway down the stairs, confused for a moment. “A movie?”She nodded, walking toward the hallway that led to the theater room like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes. You can spare two hours, right?”My first instinct was to make an excuse. I was tired. My brain was full. I needed to breathe. But the way she said it—like she actually wanted me there—made me pause. The fact that I also wanted to go there also made me hesitate. My father walked past me with a small nod, following her. “It’s been a while since we had family movie night,” he said.Family movie night? I almost laughed. I didn’t remember ever having one. Not with them, anyway. But maybe that was the point. Maybe we were starting fresh. Or maybe they were just trying and this was the only thing they could think of.I found myself stepping down fro
DavinaWe just sat there for a while. Her arms were around me. My head was on her chest. Neither of us said anything, but it didn’t feel weird. It felt okay. Like silence wasn’t something we had to fix.I wasn’t thinking about the office. Or the emails I hadn’t read. Or the meetings I’d probably have to reschedule. I wasn’t even thinking about Sebastian. Or the company. Or the weight I usually carried on my back every day.I was just there.With her.I had things I could’ve said. A thousand questions are buried deep. Stories I had stuffed so far down that I didn’t even know where they began anymore. But I didn’t open my mouth. I didn’t ask. I didn’t explain.I just let myself be held.And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I had to fill the silence with something smart or useful. I let her be a mother. I let myself be a daughter.A soft knock broke it.Then the door creaked open.“Rose?” Father’s voice. Softer than usual. Careful.I turned a little, lifting my head.
DavinaI arrived at home and was perplexed by the oddity of the at, manosphere. I checked the time, it was a little past six. The house is usually bubbly by this time. I took a pause before making my way to the dining room. Mother and father are nowhere to be seen. “Hi miss,” a maid passing by greeted. “Would you like anything to eat?” “No, thank you” She replied with an ‘okay’ and moved to go about her job but I called her back. “Hey, are my parents in?”She turned to face me completely. “Your target stepped out a while ago but your mother is in her room.” “Okay, thank you.” I flashed her a small smile. I made my way to the staircase but paused. Am I sure I want to do this? Can I really put my fear aside and let her in? I continued and soon arrived at the entrance of her room. I raised my hand to knock but stopped. It just occurred to me that I have never been here. I have never seen the inside of my parent’s room. I took a shaky deep breath before knocking. There was no
Davina’s POVI was too tired.Not the kind of tiredness that a nap could fix. The kind that sat in your bones and made everything feel like too much. I made it through most of the board meeting just nodding and scribbling in my notebook even though nothing I wrote made sense. I think I made one or two useful comments. Maybe not. No one said anything.When it finally ended, I walked out slowly. I didn’t say goodbye to anyone. I didn’t stop by my office. I just went straight to the elevator, took it down, and sat in the backseat of the car.Tim wasn’t with me. He had gone to some off-site review I didn’t remember agreeing to. I didn’t even ask the driver where we were going. I just told him to drive around for a while. No destination. Just… away from the building.I sat there in silence for a long time, phone in my hand, screen black. I didn’t turn it on. I didn’t want to read another message or calendar reminder or missed call.I rested a hand on my belly. There was a small kick. Then
DavinaThe days blurred together after a while.Wake up. Stretch a little. Do some light exercise even though I hated every second of it now. Shower. Get dressed. Eat breakfast—something plain. Usually toast or fruit. I didn’t care much about taste anymore, just routine. Then straight to work.That was it. Every day. Over and over.I kept thinking it would get easier. It didn’t. I just got better at not reacting.Somewhere in between, I stopped trying to mark time. But the calendar kept moving anyway. And now, somehow, I was seven months in. Seven months pregnant. I was already used to it except a certain level of fear lingered at the back of my mind. People stared a little more now. Not in a bad way-except the people at the office of course-just in that polite, curious way people look when a woman walks into a room obviously pregnant and still in heels.A few colleagues had started offering to carry things for me or telling me to sit more. I appreciated it. I just never said thank y
Davina’s POVI woke up with a headache I couldn’t really explain. Not sharp or painful, just there. A reminder that sleep hadn’t done what it was supposed to. I stared at the ceiling for a while, not thinking about anything specific. Eventually, I sat up. There wasn’t a reason to stay in bed.Routine helped. I changed into workout clothes and moved around a bit. Nothing serious. I just did enough to feel like I did something. After that, I showered, got dressed, and ended up standing in front of the mirror.I looked at myself for longer than I meant to. Not because anything was wrong—just because it felt like maybe something should be. Or maybe I was waiting for something to change. Nothing did.Downstairs, breakfast was already on the table. Mom moved around the kitchen like she always did. Dad was reading something. I sat down and ate in silence. No one said much. I didn’t offer anything. It felt fine that way.A car pulled up outside.“I’ll be back before dinner,” I said. I didn’t
DavinaI took out my phone and stared at that message again.I KNOW YOUR SECRET, STASHA CHAREZ.It had been two months, but the words hadn’t lost their weight. They sat heavy in the back of my mind like unfinished business. Like something rotting in the corner that you could ignore during the day but smell at night.He never followed up.Not a single call. Not a text. Nothing.Not even a coward’s attempt to apologize or explain.I had told him not to reach out again. I had said I didn’t want to see him. I had made it clear.But there was a difference between respecting someone’s boundaries and hiding behind them like a shield.And Alex? He hid.He didn’t own what he did. He didn’t even try.It was like he dropped a bomb and disappeared.So now, with the meeting coming up tomorrow, with his name reappearing all over the expansion files, with that stupid anonymous message still lodged in my head—I was unraveling, slowly and silently.I didn’t let it show, but I felt it.All day I’d been
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
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