FLORA’S POV
The next morning, I woke up later than usual, dragging myself into what had once been our room—mine and Jayden’s. I needed to gather a few things before I finally walked out of the Kensington estate for good. Thankfully, Jayden wasn’t in there. The last thing I wanted was to face his half-hearted, “I’m sorry, babe” apology attempt, which would barely qualify as an apology.
Last night, I had locked myself in the guest room, cried until I fell asleep. And not those cute, single-tear movie sobs either—it was the ugly kind of crying that leaves you exhausted. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure why I cried so hard. Maybe it was because I knew it was the last time I would shed any tears over my soon-to-be ex-husband and his unbearable family.
Even though I was the one asking for the divorce, it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. I had loved Jayden for so long—aside from my dad, he was the only man I ever truly cared for. And yet, here I was, realizing he had been cheating on me with his ex of all people. And he had the audacity to gaslight me, making me believe I was just being paranoid.
I stood in the middle of the room, scanning every corner to make sure I hadn’t left anything important behind. But as I did, doubt crept in. Could I really survive outside of Kensington’s bubble? What would happen to Sasha if she had to drop out of college because I couldn’t cover her tuition anymore? What about my mom’s medical bills and medication?
I wiped away a stubborn tear that slipped down my cheek and zipped my suitcase. I would work three jobs if I had to, but I wasn’t staying here to be disrespected any longer. Jayden, his mother, the whole Kensington clan—they weren’t worth another second of my time.
Just as I reached for the suitcase handle, the door burst open, and in marched Lisette, followed by her loyal lapdog, Melissa. Great. Just what I needed—drama. I considered ignoring them, thinking Lisette had come to escort Melissa to her new post as Jayden’s replacement wife, but then Lisette yanked the suitcase handle out of my grip.
“What are you doing?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“I’m looking for my gold and diamond necklaces—the most expensive ones in my collection,” Lisette announced, as if this was some routine inventory check. She threw my suitcase onto the bed and unzipped it like she was raiding a suspect’s hideout.
“What does that have to do with me?” I asked, my voice rising with irritation.
Melissa stepped forward, rubbing her perfectly flat stomach with an air of superiority. “I saw you sneaking them out of her bedroom last night,” she said casually. “When I got up to get some water.”
I blinked, stunned. Really? Was this her attempt to impress the Kensington matriarch, accusing me of theft? She didn’t need to try so hard. I was already packing my bags.
“I didn’t leave my room last night,” I said firmly, glaring at her. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Melissa shrugged. “Well, we’ll know for sure once we search your suitcase. She already searched mine,” she added, as if that somehow made her more trustworthy.
At that moment, Lisette triumphantly pulled out two necklaces from my suitcase, inspecting them like a detective who had just found the smoking gun. “These are mine,” she said, her cold gaze locking onto me.
“What? How did those get in there?” My mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Lisette’s lips curled into a sneer. “I see. You were planning to steal my jewelry, worth millions, to support your struggling family. Is that why you were so eager to leave?”
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them back. I wasn’t about to let these people see me break. “I didn’t take those,” I said, my voice steady. “Melissa must have planted them there.”
“Shut up!” Lisette barked. “Why would Melissa do that? This was your escape plan, wasn’t it? Well, don’t worry—you’ll have a chance to explain it to the police.”
I couldn’t help but laugh—a dry, humorless chuckle. “I’m not going to stand here and let you both accuse me of something I didn’t do. And I certainly won’t let you throw me in jail for it.”
I turned on my heel, heading for the door, but Lisette wasn’t done. “Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded, trailing behind me like an angry shadow. “Come back here!”
I ignored her, walking faster. I was leaving this estate no matter what. Lisette was all about keeping the Kensington family’s public image pristine—there was no way she would follow me outside and risk causing a scene. I reached the stairs, too distracted to notice the wet patch on the step. Before I could stop myself, my foot slipped, and I tumbled down the stairs.
Pain shot through me as I hit the stairs—my head, my knees, and my ankles all taking turns in the collision. By the time I reached the bottom, my vision blurred, and consciousness slipped away faster than I could grasp it.
***
JAYDEN’S POV
I had to come up with a plan—quickly. Flora couldn’t leave, not yet. I had already instructed two guards not to let her out of the estate unless I gave the green light. But honestly, everything was unraveling faster than I could manage. Control was slipping through my fingers like sand, and for the first time in a long while, I had no clue how to stop it.
Melissa was pregnant with my child, and her father—well, let’s just say he wasn’t the type to be thrilled about an out-of-wedlock situation. That meant Melissa had to stay here, in the estate, until we figured out how to deal with this. I had never even considered having a kid with Flora. Not that I was against it, but it just never crossed my mind. And now, Melissa, my ex-girlfriend, was carrying my child. An heir. That had to mean something, right?
I sighed, leaning back in my chair. Flora would get over this whole divorce thing. She always bounced back, didn’t she? She wouldn’t risk her sister’s education or her mother’s health just because of this... minor hiccup.
Who am I kidding? I dropped my pen and exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples. This wasn’t a minor hiccup. This was a full-blown disaster. My phone buzzed on the desk, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I was about to call Blake—the guy I had stationed to make sure Flora didn’t try to sneak out. Dr. Frank’s name flashed on the screen.
Dr. Frank, the family doctor. My mother must have taken Melissa to see him for a checkup. She couldn’t stop gloating last night about the baby. Not because Melissa was pregnant with my child, but because she was thrilled knowing that my heir would come from the Pembroke family.
Her happiness wasn’t about Melissa getting pregnant for me; it was about the connection that came with it. But she wasn’t happy with me, because if this got out, it would be bad PR for Kensington.
“Hey, Doc,” I said, picking up the call, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Good day, Mr. Kensington,” Dr. Frank’s voice came through, calm as ever. “I’m calling about Mrs. Kensington’s appointment today. She was supposed to come in at 10:00 regarding the pregnancy, but it’s already noon and she hasn’t arrived. Is everything alright?”
I blinked, thrown off. Mrs. Kensington? Was Dr. Frank already referring to Melissa like she was my wife? Has my mother been that quick to appoint names?
“Uh, yeah. My mother was supposed to take her in today. But, uh... it’s not my wife, it’s... Melissa Pembroke,” I clarified, though the words felt like they barely made it past my lips. The reality of it still felt too strange.
There was a pause at the other end, a long one. Finally, Dr. Frank spoke again, his voice serious. “I’m actually referring to your wife. Mrs. Flora Kensington. She came in a few days ago, and we confirmed she’s about six weeks along. But, there is a complication we need to address.”
His words hit me like a freight train. Flora... pregnant?
I pulled the phone away from my ear, my heart hammering in my chest. Flora was six weeks pregnant. My wife was pregnant. How did I not know this? How had I missed this?
And now, on top of that, my ex-girlfriend was also pregnant with my child.
This was officially a shitstorm of epic proportions.
I bolted out of my office like my life depended on it, barely pausing to acknowledge the baffled stares from the employees as I sped past. I must’ve looked like a man possessed, but I didn’t care. Flora was pregnant. Flora—my wife—was six weeks pregnant, and I had no clue how I had missed something so monumental. This could mend us, and I needed to start talking to Flora.
In record time, I was in the garage, throwing myself into the driver’s seat and tearing out onto the road. The estate wasn’t far, but every second felt like an eternity. By the time I screeched into the driveway, I was running on pure adrenaline. I barely registered that my mother’s car was still parked there—odd, but there was no time to think about that now.
I rushed inside, ready to confront whatever situation I had gotten myself into, but the sight that greeted me nearly stopped my heart. Flora lay sprawled at the bottom of the stairs, her skirt soaked with blood. My mother and Melissa stood frozen at the top, staring down with wide, horrified eyes.
Panic surged through me. I glanced at my mother, my mind immediately jumping to the worst conclusion. Her eyes met mine, and she shook her head, her face pale. She didn’t have to say a word—she knew what I was thinking, and the silent denial was clear: I didn’t do this.
But right now, I couldn’t think. Everything around me blurred as I sprinted toward Flora, my heart pounding in my chest, praying—begging—that she was still alive.
I knelt beside her, gently cradling her head, my hands trembling. “Flora,” I whispered, panic threading through my voice. “Flora, please, stay with me.”
“Oh my God,” my mother muttered, her voice shaky. “Is she... is she dead?”
FLORA’S POV The harsh brightness of the room hit me the moment I opened my eyes, making me wince and squeeze them shut again, waiting for the ringing in my ears to settle. For a brief moment, I felt like I was floating, weightless, but my entire body ached like I had been thrown down a ten-story building. Something warm touched my arm, and then I heard a voice—a voice I knew too well. “Oh my God, you’re awake. You made it.” I blinked a few times, staring up at the ceiling, slowly piecing together where I was. My head felt heavy, but I managed to turn it to the side and saw my mom, her bittersweet smile tinged with tears. She rubbed my arm gently, like she was trying to ground me back to reality. “Mom?” I croaked; my throat dry. “What are you...?” My voice trailed off as memories flooded back. The last thing I remembered... I glanced down at my body, panic creeping in. Then I looked at my mom, her eyes silently pleading with me to stay calm. She nodded, trying to reassure me. “Yo
FLORA’S POV I had forgotten what it felt like to be free. For two days after I left the hospital, I stayed in bed, weighed down by the ache of losing my baby. That child had been my anchor, giving me the courage to finally stand up to the Kensingtons and ask for a divorce. But what hurt even more than the loss was Jayden blaming me for what happened. Since we left, he hadn’t stopped calling. At first, I answered a few times, hoping for—well, I don’t know what I was hoping for. Closure? An apology? But instead, Jayden just spewed his usual nonsense, giving me “chances” to come back and promising to “forget everything” if I did. When I didn’t respond, he switched tactics, sending increasingly threatening texts about how I would regret it if I didn’t take him up on his offer. The audacity was truly something else. How could he not see that he was only making everything worse? It was like he thought this was all just some negotiation and not my entire life falling apart. Last night
FLORA’S POV One thing about the Kensingtons—they believed money could buy anything. I had heard Lisette say it countless times: Everything and everyone has a price, if you know the right one. It was one of her many reasons for treating me like a temporary accessory rather than her son’s wife. To her, I wasn’t Flora, a person with feelings—I was a commodity her family had “purchased.” They never accepted that I had married Jayden for love. From day one, they had slapped the “gold digger” label on me. That’s why they never saw the divorce coming. As Lisette stood there with her two bodyguards, one of them holding a briefcase like we were in the middle of a corporate meeting, I exchanged glances with Sasha and Mom. What “deal” was she planning to offer? Curiosity got the better of me, so I gave Mom and Sasha a subtle look, telling them to stay calm. Then, I moved to the couch and sat down, facing Lisette. “Alright, let’s hear what you’ve got,” I said, trying to sound more casual
FLORA'S POV I had spent nearly the entire day in the kitchen, sweating over a stove. This wasn’t just any meal; this was the Kensington family memorial feast. Cooking was my therapy, my happy place—unless I was doing it for people who saw me as the human equivalent of a smudge on their designer shoes. But this time, I was determined to blow their heads off, even if they would probably still complain that the soufflé wasn’t fluffy enough. Jayden’s family began to file into the dining room, taking their places around the long, intimidating table that looked like it belonged in some Gothic castle. Today marked the first anniversary of Mr. Kensington’s passing, Jayden’s grandfather. The old man had died of heart failure, though, knowing this family, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had faked it just to escape their company. The Kensingtons were loaded—like, "buy a small island without blinking" loaded—and they had never accepted me as anything more than the gardener’s daughter
FLORA’S POV The next morning, as soon as I opened the door, there he was—Jayden, standing like an angry statue by the doorway. His face was twisted in fury, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might crack. Before I could even say a word, he barged into the room, slamming the door shut behind him. “What was the meaning of that last night?” he barked; his voice sharp enough to cut through steel. I stared at him like he had just sprouted a second head. Seriously, had he finally lost it? Folding my arms across my chest, I raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, Jay. Why don’t you tell me?” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “You left the party and locked yourself in here just because you saw me and Melissa in the room?” I couldn’t help the sarcastic chuckle that escaped my lips. “Oh, you make it sound so simple, Jay. I walked in on you and your ex making out on our matrimonial bed. What did you expect? For me to hand you both a round of applause?” “If you had let me exp
FLORA’S POV "Well, well, if it isn’t the Kensington housewife," Melissa sneered, leaning against the wall like she owned the place. Her designer outfit screamed sophistication, and that smug expression plastered on her face made me want to disappear into the floor—or better yet, shove her into a broom closet. "What are you doing here, Flora? Delivering Jayden's lunch like a good little servant?" I clenched my fists, mentally counting to ten. Reacting to Melissa was like giving a toddler a sugar high—she thrived on it. "I’m here to see my husband," I said, my voice calm and composed, though inside, I felt like a shaken soda can ready to explode. Melissa’s eyes gleamed with malice as she straightened from the wall. "Husband?" she scoffed, her tone dripping with contempt. "Oh, honey, is that what you call him after you trapped him in that pathetic excuse of a marriage? Everyone knows you’re nothing more than a glorified nanny in his life." My cheeks burned with embarrassment, b
FLORA’S POV “What the fuck!” Jayden’s voice sliced through my sleep like a sharp blade, jarring me awake, but I kept my eyes closed, hoping if I stayed still long enough, he would go away. But he started tapping my leg, each tap more insistent than the last. With a sigh, I finally opened my eyes and met his gaze—his face was a mix of fury and disbelief. “You’re still sleeping?” His tone was harsh, almost accusatory, like I had committed some great crime by daring to stay in bed by this time. “Mm-hmm,” I mumbled, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow. “What is it, Jay?” I asked, even though I knew exactly why he was waking me up. “You should be awake, picking out my outfit for work.” His words were clipped, the frustration evident. “I told you I’ve got an important meeting today, Flora.” I propped myself up on my elbows, feeling a knot tighten in my chest. I knew what I was about to say wouldn’t go over well, but I was done letting it slide. “You didn’t tell me an
JAYDEN’S POV ‘I want a divorce.’ Those four words had been running laps in my head all morning, like some mental marathon I didn’t sign up for. Since Flora dropped that bomb on me, I couldn't shake the thought. How? How could she want to walk away from everything now? I paced my office restlessly, trying to piece together what the hell went wrong. This wasn’t just a personal mess—it was a business nightmare waiting to happen. If things got ugly, it would blow up in our faces, and the company would take a hit too. I couldn’t afford a scandal at this moment. My mother would disown me before she let that happen. And, honestly, I wasn’t ready to lose Flora. She had grown on me, like an old habit I didn’t know I would miss until it was gone. I hadn’t exactly been eager to marry her at first, but after three years, marriage does something to a man. Flora—well, she’s a good woman. Obedient, hardworking, humble. She’s never in my way, never seeking the spotlight, and most importantly