FLORA’S POV
I was downright baffled when someone from Le Jardin—one of the most expensive restaurants in Rockshire showed up at the Kensington estate with a food delivery. Apparently, it was my husband’s order. Now, I had never had the pleasure of tasting their gourmet meals, though I had always been curious. Maybe I even daydreamed about it.
I almost texted Jayden to ask why the servants were suddenly arranging and decorating the dining table like we were hosting royalty. And why he felt the need to drop a small fortune on restaurant food when we had a fully staffed kitchen. But then I remembered—he stopped replying to my texts ages ago. Honestly, why bother?
For all I knew, it could’ve been another Kensington family dinner, where everyone gets together to blatantly judge the rest of Rockshire. Frankly, I wasn’t up for it tonight. I was already preparing to fake an illness, maybe something dramatic enough to keep me locked away in the bedroom while they critiqued the world one forkful at a time.
But it was barely evening when Jayden stood at the entrance of our living room, clutching a bouquet of flowers in one hand, a gift bag in the other, and a grin that deserved to be in a toothpaste commercial. My confusion was immediate. What on earth was this about? The man didn’t usually come home this early, let alone with flowers.
“How was your day, honey?” he asked, strolling in and kissing me lightly on the forehead. “I brought you these.” He held out the bouquet and the gift bag, all charm and smiles.
I took them, still completely bewildered, feeling like I had missed some major memo. I peeked inside the gift bag and pulled out a box. Opening it, I found a diamond-encrusted necklace glimmering back at me. A diamond necklace? Jayden had never given me anything this extravagant before. Everything I owned came from the monthly allowance his mother deposited into my account, which was barely enough to match the Kensington lifestyle, but I managed. Besides, they were paying for my sister’s college tuition and my mother’s medical bills, so I didn’t complain. Plus, I made most of my own clothes—nothing spectacular, just simple designs with whatever fabric I could afford.
“This is... nice,” I said, trying to muster some enthusiasm but sounding more like someone who had just received socks for Christmas.
“Don’t you want to try it on, honey?” he asked, stepping closer, his hand outstretched for the necklace.
Reluctantly, I handed it over, and he moved behind me, carefully fastening the clasp. His fingers brushed against my neck, a gesture that used to give me goosebumps but now just made my skin crawl.
“It looks perfect on you,” he said, coming back around to admire his work.
“Thanks,” I muttered, doing my best to sound appreciative.
“We’re having dinner tonight—”
“Oh, about that." I scrambled for my pre-planned excuse. "I’m sorry, I won’t be able to make it. I’m feeling a little under the weather,” I said, adding a small sigh for dramatic effect. “I’ve got this headache, and I don’t want to intrude on your family time.”
Jayden raised an eyebrow. “Babe, it’s just the two of us.”
I blinked, completely thrown off. Just the two of us? When was the last time that had happened? Usually, his mother was there, looming over us like a grumpy headmistress, making sure I didn’t eat anything that might inch me closer to her disapproval zone of caloric intake.
Before I could protest further, Jayden gently took my hand and led me toward the dining table. I felt a small pang of anxiety. What was this all about? I couldn’t help but feel like I was being set up for some elaborate prank.
A few minutes later, we were seated across from each other, with the servants dishing out the extravagant meal from Le Jardin. Jayden kept staring at me with an intensity that made me squirm in my seat. I could feel his eyes on me, and it wasn’t flattering—it was unsettling. Like he was waiting for me to say something, do something, be something that I wasn’t sure I could be.
Once the servants finished dishing out the food, Jayden eagerly urged me to start eating. I picked up my fork and began to eat slowly, more out of politeness than hunger. Jayden mirrored my actions, clearly excited about whatever fancy dish he had ordered.
“This is my favorite cuisine, and I just know you’ll love it,” he said, smiling confidently.
But something felt off. My throat started to itch, and my eyes watered as if I were sitting in a field of ragweed. Then, my nose began to run, and panic gripped me. I blinked rapidly, trying to fight back the sneeze that was now threatening to explode.
Jayden noticed my discomfort and frowned. “Are you alright?”
“No!” I blurted out, feeling like my airway was slowly closing off. “Is there shrimp in this?”
Jayden looked between me and the dish in front of us, confused. “Well, yeah, of course. Don’t you like shrimp?”
“Damn it, Jay. I’m allergic to shrimp!” I stood up abruptly but only managed to sneeze—twice, back-to-back, like my body was putting on a show. I waved frantically at one of the servants. “Get my Claritin, please!” The poor woman bolted off as if her life depended on it.
Honestly, it was mind-boggling how even the servants knew I couldn’t tolerate shrimp, yet my husband of three years was clueless. Typical. Jayden’s face flushed with embarrassment and a hint of defeat as he sank back into his chair. I sighed, relieved that my reaction was mild this time—no need for a full-blown ER visit. When the servant returned with my medicine, Jayden reached for it like he was suddenly the caring husband.
“No, it’s fine,” I muttered, taking it from the servant myself.
Jayden, visibly rattled, barked, “What are you all staring at? Clear the table!” The servants scrambled to obey, not wanting to get caught in his sudden storm of frustration.
Just as I popped the pill, the front door swung open with a bang, and in walked two men carrying ridiculously expensive-looking suitcases. Following closely behind them, with an air of smug entitlement, was Melissa. Of course. Because what would a perfectly disastrous dinner be without her?
Is she here for a vacation, or has she decided to officially move in? I thought dryly. At this point, nothing would surprise me.
“Melissa, what are you doing here?” Jayden demanded, stopping the men in their tracks.
“Moving in, obviously,” Melissa said with casual nonchalance, like she was announcing the weather.
“Why?” Jayden’s voice grew taut as he walked toward her, the muscles in his jaw tightening. “You can’t move into my home—our home,” he corrected, throwing me a quick glance as if that made it better. His words practically hissed through gritted teeth.
“Well, not when I’m carrying your child,” she replied sweetly, flashing a smug smile and then glancing at me as though she had just dropped a winning hand in a game of poker.
I couldn’t help but chuckle, watching the blood drain from Jayden’s face like someone had pulled the plug. His eyes went wide with shock, and Melissa, ever the drama queen, pulled out a test result from her purse and handed it to him. Tears prickled at the back of my eyes, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the absurdity of the situation or the lingering allergy. Maybe both.
This was the same woman he had brushed off, telling me their make-out session was “a mistake.” Now she was standing here, pregnant, claiming my husband as hers. What a circus. I wasn’t even sure why I felt the sting of tears. Was I actually hurt by this, or was my body just reacting to the sheer ridiculousness of it all?
Jayden stammered, clutching the paper like it was some foreign object. “This... this can’t be... How did this happen?” He turned to me, then back to Melissa, completely lost for words.
I couldn’t bear to listen to whatever pathetic excuses were about to spill from his mouth. I had no interest in watching their little drama unfold. Without a word, I turned and walked toward the stairs. I had already packed my bags earlier; I was planning to leave first thing in the morning anyway. The only reason I hadn’t walked out already was because it was late, and I wasn’t ready to face my mother’s inevitable lecture.
I had barely made it to the first step of the stairs when Lisette walked in, her sharp eyes taking in the chaos of the room. Of course, she had impeccable timing.
“What’s going on here?” she demanded, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. “And why are you walking away when I’m speaking to you?”
I stopped, turning slowly to face her. Typical Lisette. She thrived on these little power plays, always tossing her weight around the house as if she owned everyone in it. And for the longest time, I let her—kept my head down, stayed quiet, played the good wife. But not today. No, today I was done playing the doormat. I couldn't even contain the anger brewing inside me.
“Why don’t you ask your son?” I replied, my tone sharper than they had ever heard from me before. The look of surprise that flickered across both their faces was almost worth it. “I don’t want to be a part of this mess anymore. After all, I’m not really family, am I?”
Jayden’s eyes widened. “Flora, please. Don’t escalate things.”
Oh, now he’s worried about escalation. Before I could retort, Lisette pounced, her voice dripping with disbelief. “What has gotten into you? What’s giving you the nerve to talk back to me like this?” She turned to Jayden, her tone demanding. “And what exactly shouldn’t she escalate?”
Jayden looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “Mom, it’s nothing—”
I cut him off, unable to hold back the frustration bubbling up inside me. “Nothing? Nothing?” I crossed my arms, glaring at him. “Getting your ‘business partner’ pregnant is nothing?”
The room froze. Lisette’s head whipped from me to Jayden, then to Melissa, who was standing there, twirling her hair around her finger like we were all just having a casual chat about the weather.
“What have you done, Jayden?” Lisette’s voice trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief.
Jayden’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. “It was... it was a mistake. This—”
“A mistake,” I muttered, shaking my head. “So much for keeping the Kensington name squeaky clean. What a joke.” I barely finished the sentence before Lisette’s fiery gaze zeroed in on me.
“What did you just say?” she barked.
“She didn’t say anything, Mom,” Jayden jumped in, trying to put out the flames before they turned into a full-blown wildfire.
But I wasn’t backing down. Not anymore.
“How dare you stand there and judge my son for a simple mistake? You think you’re any better?” Lisette’s voice rose, her usual air of superiority in full force. “Do you even realize the stress it takes to keep you, and your family clothed, fed, and housed? Who do you think pays for everything?”
I let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Well, you won’t have to worry about that anymore,” I snapped, enjoying the way her eyes widened with shock. “Because I’m divorcing him.”
Lisette’s face fell into stunned silence. Jayden looked like someone had just slapped him across the face. “Flora, please,” he said, his voice now panicked, as if he could still control the situation.
“What?” Lisette managed to sputter, her voice a little weaker now, the authority draining out of her.
“You heard me,” I said, meeting her gaze with a level stare. “I’m divorcing your ‘golden boy,’ so you don’t have to feed any more extra mouths.”
Without waiting for another response, I turned on my heel and marched up the stairs, leaving them to stew in their stupidity and denial. They could have their perfect little Kensington drama. I was done playing a part in it.
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
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