(Lydia)When I heard the doorbell, I felt butterflies fluttering through my belly. It was Thomas. He had come to pick me up for what Ruby was calling our ‘First Date 3.0’.“Complete it this time!” she said to me, put her arm behind my back.I nervously walked up to the door and opened it.He was standing there, clutching a bouquet of flowers.“These are for you,” he said.“Thank you,” I said, taking them.I turned back towards Ruby.“Good luck!” she mouthed at me with a wide smile.She shut the door behind me.It was a clear night tonight with a hint of breeze. Above us, stars were glittering in the sky.“It’s so beautiful…” I gasped.It felt a little surreal, being out here in so much joy.Thomas opened the car door for me.I stepped inside.There was so much silence. And it was only just the two of us.I had put on a deep emerald dress tonight and tied my hair into a ponytail.I nervously touched my gold earring.“You look perfect,” Thomas said quietly to me.We drove over to a rest
(Lydia)I was sobbing when I got back home. “What happened?!” Ruby asked. She was sitting in the living room with Jack, where Mama was watching television with the children.“Nothing!” I exclaimed. I turned around, embarrassed that Jack had seen this.I walked up the lobby and then began running up the stairs, taking off my heels and tossing them behind me.“Lydia!” Jack said, running after me. Ruby was running with him, too.They caught up with me just as I had reached the top of the stairs.“Hey,” said Jack, gently taking a hold of my arms.Ruby put her arms around me.“Shush,” she said, stroking my hair. But I could not stop crying.***“Now, will you please tell us what happened?” Jack said, placing a hot cup of tea in front of me.My head was in Ruby’s lap. She was sitting on the sofa beside me.Tears were streaming down my cheeks and into her jeans.“I don’t think,” I said, my voice sullen, “I don’t think that Thomas and I are ever going to be a proper couple again!”“What are y
(Thomas)I could not understand what I had done to make Lydia so upset. I had noticed her withdrawing a little from me during dinner last night but I had not been able to pin-point what the exact reason for that was. I had thought that we would have a really good time. I had reserved the entire restaurant for the two of us because I wanted to be alone with her and spend some quality time together. But things haven't worked out that way. During dinner, I felt her clam herself up.I understood her concern about the distrust that she felt because of the rift that had been created in our relationship. I felt guilty for wedging this divide between us. But I was trying to push it away; I was trying to make it go away. Why were none of my attempts successful?And then, she would not pick up any of my calls either. I had driven over to her house. I had tried to fix things. But, Ruby and Jack had answered the door.“She’s too upset,” Ruby had said, “It would be best if you left her to herself
(Jack)I wondered if Thomas already knew everything that I had meant to tell him. If he did, I did not think that he should be driving right now. Because what I had uncovered yesterday was too horrifying to be shared under casual circumstances. I had been meaning to talk to Thomas about it, but he had been preoccupied first with his date with Lydia and then with the aftermath of it.I had not even, in fact, shared this information with Ruby yet. ***Matthew had had a very worried look on his face when he had sat down with me in the conference room yesterday.“Tobacco?” I had asked, extending my box.He had hesitated but then took one. With the cigarette shaking in his quivering gingers, Matthew had set his palms down on the table and then looked up at me. “It happened four years ago,” he said to me, “I had just graduated and was working as an engineer at an oil and gas organization. I understood a lot about automobiles and people frequently started coming up to me and asking for ad
(Thomas)“What are you talking about?!” I exclaimed when Jack had finished. My head was spinning. This was too much information for my brain to handle all at once.Axiom had been one of Lombardi’s core partners right from the very beginning.“They were father’s friends!” I yelled.Jack let out a deep sigh. “I know,” he said.“How do we know that this Matthew guy isn’t lying?” I said.***Greg and Matthew stood before Jack and I. I peered at them, eyes hard and narrow, a cigar dangling from my fingers.“Do either of you have any proof,” I said, “for anything that you’re saying?”Greg nodded. He put his hand in his inside coat pocket, extracted a small bottle and placed it on the table.“It’s poison,” he said to me, “I was told to give it to Mrs. Lombardi.”I banged a fist on the table, furious.“Don’t say my wife’s name!” I yelled.Jack stood up, put a hand on my shoulder, and said, “I’ll handle this.”“It’s Greg, is it?” he said, turning towards the small man in front of me.Greg nodd
(Ruby)“Come on, babies,” I said, strapping them into the backseat, “Let’s go and get some ice-cream!”. Mabel and Miles had caught a faint glimpse of Lydia’s teary eyes. Mama had pulled me to the side and said, “Take them outside while I take care of Lydia.”I had nodded and immediately grabbed the car keys.Lydia had been devastated since last night. She might not be able to forgive and forget all that had happened with Thomas but that did not mean that she did not love him, nor did it mean that she did not want to be with him.But for the twins to witness this much drama and chaos would be absolutely terrible for them.I put on some nursery rhymes in the car.“The wheels on the bus go round and round!” Mabel and Miles sang along as they clapped.“Aunt Ruby?” Mabel called out to me.“Yes, dearest?” I asked with a bright smile.“Why does Uncle Thomas not tell Mommy that he loves her?” she said.“Yeah, please tell Uncle Thomas to tell Mommy,” Miles said, “Because if he don’t say it, Mo
(Jack)Sarah petulantly narrowed her eyes at Thomas. “What do you mean?” she huffed, “On the day of our wedding?”I saw Thomas clench his fist but keep his composure. “Yes, Sarah,” he murmured slowly, “On the day of our wedding. Where were you?”Sarah cocked her head. “I was confronting you about your crime, wasn’t I?” she said, “For sleeping with that bitch?’Thomas shot up. “NO, YOU NEFARIOUS IMBECILE!” he roared, “WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT ALMOST NOON THAT DAY OUTSIDE MY WIFE’S HOUSE?!”Sarah’s nostrils flared. “You can’t talk to me like that!” she shrieked, also standing up.I needed to interject before this got out of hand.“Stop it, both of you!” I exclaimed.“Sarah,” I turned my face sharply at her, “We have video evidence of you wrecking Lydia’s car which will be used against you in the court of law. You will be sent to prison for attempting to murder her. And your parents will face similar charges for both Lydia as well as Thomas for the car accident that happened four years ag
(Lydia)I wept and sobbed. Mama sat beside me on the sofa, a hand on my back as I let my pain out. “It’s okay, darling,” she murmured softly to me.“No, Mama,” I shook my head, tears streaming down my cheeks, “It’s not okay. I don’t know how things will ever go back to normal between us.”Mama stared at me, her eyes large and pitiful. “You shouldn’t say things like that, darling,” she said.“It’s the truth!” I wept, unable to contain myself, “I’m doomed to spend the rest of my life alone because the person I love has broken my heart –b-broken my trust and—and I don’t think we’ll ever again be all that we were!”“What makes you think that, my love?” Mama asked. Her lips were tightened into a small dot.“Because—he—he hasn’t yet bothered to propose! And how will I ever be able to move past the way that he treated me all those years ago?”Mama put her arms around me. I cried into her shoulder.“People make mistakes sometimes, Lydia,” she said, “That doesn’t mean that they can’t learn and
(Lydia)When I woke up in the morning, I felt completely refreshed. Today was special. Thomas and I had a date planned, just the two of us. It had been far too long since we’d had an evening to ourselves, and the thought of spending uninterrupted time with him filled me with excitement. Thomas was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed as he adjusted his tie. His usual morning routine was precise, and I admired how calm and collected he looked, even when I knew his day would be busy. “Good morning,” I murmured, leaning up on my elbows. He turned, smiling warmly, “Good morning, love. Sleep well?” I nodded, sliding closer to him, “You’re leaving early today.” “Lots to do before tonight,” he said with a wink. I couldn’t help but smile at the playful glint in his eyes. Recently, he had been waking up looking like he didn’t get much sleep the night before. But today, he looked like he rested well. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I kissed him passionately, savoring the
(Thomas)The drive back to the mansion was quiet, the city lights a blur as they passed by the windows. My mind replayed the events of the day, the chaos with that one candidate, the interviews that went nowhere, and then Jack. That wound, the tension in his voice, the possibility of Marco being involved, it all left a sour taste in my mouth. But I pushed it aside for now. I didn’t want to bring that storm home with me.By the time I pulled into the driveway, the mansion was bathed in soft light, welcoming and warm. I exhaled deeply, the weight of the day slowly lifting as I reminded myself of what mattered most, my family.Inside, the familiar sounds of home greeted me. Miles and Mabel’s laughter echoed from the living room, where they were playing with a set of blocks. Lydia sat nearby, her eyes flicking between them and her phone. When she looked up and saw me, her face brightened in a way that made the tension in my chest ease instantly.“Daddy!” Miles and Mabel shouted in unison
(Thomas)The hallways of the office were unusually quiet as I left the disaster of the last interview behind me. My steps echoed faintly as I made my way toward Jack’s office, needing a moment to vent about the absurdity of the day. Jack always had a way of grounding me, even when the world felt like it was spiraling out of control.But when I arrived at his office, it was empty. The blinds were drawn, the desk cleared except for a mug of cold coffee. I frowned, pulling out my phone to call him.He picked up after a few rings. His voice was low and somewhat strained when he spoke, “Thomas?”“Jack,” I said, glancing at my watch, “Where are you? I just came by your office.”“I’m at my apartment,” he replied, his tone clipped. “At your apartment?” I repeated, my frown deepening, “It’s the middle of the day, Jack. What’s going on?”There was a pause, long enough to make me suspicious. “I had to step out for a bit,” he finally said, “I’ll be back soon.”“Jack-”“Thomas, I’m fine,” he int
(Lydia)As we pulled into the driveway of the mansion, I couldn’t help but glance at Ruby in the passenger seat. Her face was calm, her usual cool composure firmly in place, but I could tell she was exhausted. Whatever had happened earlier was still playing in the back of my mind, but I didn’t press her further. Ruby had always been good at deflecting, and I knew better than to push when she wasn’t ready to share. The front door opened before we even reached it, and there stood Mama, smiling weakly but genuinely. She leaned on her cane, her movements slower since the surgery, but her spirit was intact. Ruby was by her side in a flash, steadying her and guiding her gently back into the living room. “Ruby, you didn’t have to come all the way here if the boutique was busy,” Mama said softly, though her eyes betrayed how much she appreciated the gesture. “I wanted to,” Ruby replied simply, her voice steady, “And you know me, I don’t trust anyone else to make sure you’re properly ta
(Thomas)The office felt unusually stifling today, as if the walls were closing in on me. My desk was piled with documents, but my attention was split. Half of my mind churned through what would happen when I met Nathan again.I had not seen him face to face since the last time, the night I found Lydia after he had kidnapped her. My blood boiled just thinking about that moment. I would have made a rash decision if it wasn’t for Lydia’s hand in mind and the thought of our kids, their smiling faces flashing through my mind.They had already spent so much time without me, their dad, I wasn’t going to make a horrible decision by harming Nathan and landing myself behind bars.I was glad that I hadn’t acted out of emotion, but that was also due to the fact that Lydia was right in front of me, looking relatively unharmed. If he had done something to her…then I would have taken it into my hands.Apart from this, there was also the added stress of finding another personal assistant for myself.
(Lydia)By the time I reached Ruby’s apartment, I could hardly breathe. My legs burned from climbing the stairs two at a time, but I didn’t care. My mind was racing, filled with every worst-case scenario I could imagine. Ruby’s phone going unanswered and her not showing up at the mansion had sent my thoughts spiraling into dark territory.I pounded on her door, my fist landing hard against the wood.“Ruby? Open up! It’s me!”The hallway was eerily silent, my frantic knocks echoing off the walls. I pressed my ear to the door, hoping to catch even the faintest sound of movement inside.“Ruby, please! Are you okay?”The seconds stretched unbearably. Then, finally, I heard the muffled shuffle of footsteps. Relief surged through me, but it was fleeting.The door opened just a crack, and Ruby appeared, peeking through the gap. Her face was calm, but her eyes held a flicker of something…annoyance? Discomfort?“Lydia,” she said, her voice carefully even, “What are you doing here?”I pushed th
(Lydia)I spent the car ride back home in relative silence, my thoughts consumed by everything that had happened in the past few months. The whirlwind of Nathan’s threats, Jack’s complicated relationship with Ruby, and Mama’s illness. It felt like I was constantly running a marathon with no finish line in sight.Now, as I crossed the threshold into the house, a surge of relief washed over me. At least for a few hours, I could breathe.My speech in the Assembly Hall had been well-received and I was grateful for that. What I had done was a long time coming because I had been worried about Mabel and Miles’ school for quite some time. Ever since they came home one day and told me what the kids were talking about, I had a thought in the back of my mind that this was going to be a problem moving forwards. And it was.Well, I hope all of that was settled now. As I walked into the living room, I saw Mama sitting in a recliner, bundled in a blanket despite the warmth of the room.“Back alread
(Ruby)I left the boutique in the afternoon to go to my apartment. I had some chores to do and I knew the apartment was probably a mess. When I reached there, I immediately started to do laundry. It took time, but I got it done just in time.As I folded the last of the laundry, I couldn’t help but think about what to eat since I’d planned to grab a quick bite before heading to the mansion to look after Mama. One of my workers was closing the boutique for me today, a rare reprieve I desperately needed. I had just gathered my things when a knock at the door startled me. I paused, glancing at the clock. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Peering through the peephole, I saw nothing but the empty corridor. My first thought was that it might be another bouquet. Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the door. What I saw made me gasp so loudly I nearly dropped my bag. “Jack!” He was on his knees, his face pale and sweaty, twisted in pain. Blood stained his shirt and pants, and his han
(Jack)The tension had been building inside me all morning, a storm of frustration and unanswered questions I couldn’t shake. Thomas’s decision to meet with Nathan still gnawed at me. It wasn’t just the secrecy of it, though that alone was bad enough, it was the recklessness. The risk. But as much as that boiled my blood, there was another matter weighing heavily on my mind, and this one had a name: Marco.By midday, I’d had enough. I wasn’t going to get anything productive done sitting in my office, stewing over things I couldn’t control. I grabbed my jacket, told my assistant I’d be out for the rest of the day, and headed for Amanda’s apartment. If anyone could give me answers about Marco, it was her. When I reached her apartment, Amanda opened the door, her eyes widening slightly in surprise as she asked, “Jack? What are you doing here?” “We need to talk,” I said, stepping inside before she could protest. She frowned but didn’t argue, closing the door behind me. Her apartme