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
Davina pov Sitting in the restaurant with my family and my husband's family, I couldn't help but notice one person who had made it her life's mission to make my existence miserable—Courtney, my sister.Courtney had finished her education and had now returned.My husband, Sebastian, and my sister were eating and laughing, discussing things as if it were their first date, while I sat there, feeling like a third wheel—even though it was supposed to be a family dinner. I sat across the table, watching the scene unfold as I gently rubbed my small belly, which held the unborn child I had recently discovered I was carrying. This was supposed to be a family gathering, but as usual, I felt like an outsider. None of them even noticed that I wasn't eating, as they were all too busy listening to whatever it was Courtney was saying to my husband. I watched Sebastian gaze at Courtney with so much longing as she passed him the salad bowl. His first love had returned, and I was left
Davina Courtney stood up to make her announcement, and the room fell silent as everyone waited for her to speak. "So, I just want to share with you all... I'm two weeks pregnant," she said, a smile spreading across her face. Everyone’s mouths dropped open, and confused glances were exchanged as they tried to process her words. "Then who is the father of the child?" I asked, breaking the silence in a mix of curiosity and disbelief. Courtney smiled before answering. "Sebastian is the father." My eyes widened in shock at her statement. "What?!" I exclaimed, standing up in disbelief as I tried to process what I had just heard. Everyone turned to look at me—Sebastian remained silent, and Courtney wore a smug smirk. “Davina, sit down. You’re embarrassing us,” my mother hissed, glancing nervously around the restaurant. All eyes were on our table now. I turned to her, fuming. “I’m embarrassing you? Not your whore of a daughter, who slept with my hu
Davina’s povI sat in the cold, dimly lit cell, replaying the events at the restaurant in my mind. How had it come to this? Ending up in jail was the last thing I ever expected. Why did the woman I once called "Mother" hate me so much? The question burned in my mind as I leaned back against the wall, letting the memories drag me to a time when I was just a child. ---I was in a grand living room, the kind of place you’d see in magazines. My eyes wandered over the ornate furniture and glimmering chandelier, but none of it felt familiar. In truth, nothing did—not the house, not the people, not even myself. All I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed with a man and a woman watching me nervously. Now, here I was in their home, sipping on a juice box the woman had handed me. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said gently, her voice warm but cautious. She watched me as if I might break at any moment. “Hi,” I mumbled, taking another sip. “Do you remember anything? What happened to you?”
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
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
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
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
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