Adaline checked her watch for the third time that morning—8:15 AM. She had sent Michael a terse text the night before: "Courtroom 3B. 9:00 AM tomorrow. Be there." No pleasantries, no explanations needed.Justin had arranged for his driver to take her, as promised. Martin, a tall man with kind eyes and a quiet demeanor, had arrived precisely at 7:30, giving her ample time to prepare herself mentally for what lay ahead."We're early, Ms. Adaline," Martin said as they pulled into the courthouse parking lot, the imposing stone building looming before them. "Would you like to wait in the car a bit longer?"Adaline shook her head, clutching her leather portfolio containing the divorce papers. "No, thank you. I'd rather be inside." The sooner this was over, the sooner she could begin rebuilding her life from the ruins Michael had left it in."Very well," Martin replied, opening her door. "Would you like me to accompany you inside?""That won't be necessary," Adaline said, smoothing down her
Her mother sniffed. "Marriage isn't about romance, Adaline. It's about building something lasting. Michael made a mistake, but he's still a good provider. You always were too sentimental.""Your Honor," Adaline spoke clearly, rising from her seat, "this marriage has been loveless from the start. An arrangement my mother made to secure her financial future." She turned toward Michael. "He's abused me emotionally for years. When I couldn't conceive, he blamed me entirely, despite never getting tested himself. When his business failed two years ago, he took it out on me. When Evelyn pregnant, they made sure I knew about it."She laid a medical report on the judge's desk. "I've been seeing a therapist for the past year due to the emotional trauma this marriage has caused. I'm asking the court for a divorce on grounds of mental cruelty and adultery."The judge, a woman in her sixties with shrewd eyes, reviewed the documents before her. "Mr. Anderson, if an heir is your primary concern, it
Evelyn's lips curled into a sneer as she watched Adaline turn to leave. "Running away again? Just like you ran from your responsibilities as a wife." Her voice rose, deliberately drawing attention from passersby on the courthouse steps. "No wonder Michael came to me. At least I can give him a child."Adaline stopped mid-step, her body tensing. She turned slowly, facing her former friend."You know nothing about my marriage," she said, her voice low and controlled."I don't?" Evelyn cocked her head, eyes glittering with malice. "Did you think Michael kept your little secrets? Those nights you cried into your pillow? The way you'd flinch whenever you saw a baby?" Adaline's breath caught. "Stop it, Evelyn.""Why should I? Everyone should know what a fraud you are. Perfect Adaline Watson, with her fancy degree and family name, can't even do what women have done since the beginning of time."Evelyn laughed, a harsh sound devoid of humor. "I know everything, Adaline. Michael told me all ab
The Westfield Children's Home was a sprawling Victorian building set back from the road, its grounds well-maintained with bright flower beds and a modern playground. As they pulled up to the entrance, Adaline felt a familiar warmth spread through her chest. This place had always been her sanctuary."I'll only be an hour or so," she told Martin."Take your time, Ms. Adaline. Mr. Justin didn't specify when to return."Inside, the home bustled with afternoon activity. Children's laughter echoed down hallways decorated with colorful artwork. Adaline signed in at the reception desk, explaining she was a former volunteer."We're always happy to have extra hands," the receptionist smiled. "The younger children are in the east wing playroom if you'd like to help there."Adaline found herself sitting cross-legged on a carpet surrounded by toddlers, helping a small girl with pigtails build a tower of blocks. The child giggled as Adaline made exaggerated expressions when the tower wobbled."High
The elegant teacup shattered against the wall, porcelain fragments scattering across Melanie's living room floor. Evelyn didn't flinch, merely arching a perfectly groomed eyebrow as she rubbed her swollen belly."That was Limoges, Melanie. Worth more than your monthly rent, I'd imagine.""I don't give a damn about the cup!" Melanie hissed, her face contorted with fury. "You were supposed to play the part! 'I'm so sorry, Adaline. It was a mistake. I was weak.' That's all you had to say!"Evelyn rolled her eyes. "I couldn't do it. The moment I saw her face in that courtroom, looking all righteous and wounded... I just couldn't stomach it.""Couldn't stomach it?" Melanie's voice rose dangerously. "This was the plan! Get her to forgive Michael, bring her back into the fold, and then we'd all have access to what we need!"Michael emerged from the kitchen, a tumbler of whiskey in hand. He looked exhausted, his suit jacket discarded, tie loosened. "It's over, Melanie. She's not coming back.
Adaline wiped the sweat from her brow as she surveyed the busy kitchen. The clatter of pots and pans, the sizzling of oil, and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables created a symphony of culinary activity around her. As the newly appointed head cook, she felt the weight of responsibility bearing down on her shoulders. Tonight's party wasn't just any gathering—it was a statement, a demonstration of her capabilities."The sauce needs more seasoning," she instructed one of the new recruits, a young woman whose hands trembled slightly as she stirred the large pot. "Remember, we're cooking for discerning palates tonight."The kitchen doors swung open, and Justin entered, his presence commanding immediate attention. His tailored suit contrasted sharply with the white uniforms of the kitchen staff, a stark reminder of the different worlds they inhabited."How are preparations coming along?" he asked, his eyes meeting Adaline's."On schedule," she replied confidently, though her heart skipped a
The kitchen was a flurry of coordinated chaos as the evening of Justin's sister's homecoming party approached. Steam rose from pots, the aroma of herbs and spices filled the air, and Adaline moved with practiced efficiency between stations, checking sauces and inspecting plated appetizers."Perfect. These look absolutely stunning," she praised one of the assistants who had artfully arranged canapés. The young woman beamed with pride.The kitchen doors swung open, and Adaline expected to see Justin or perhaps Grecia checking on their progress. Instead, her blood froze. There stood Melanie, her mother, dressed in the uniform of a kitchen assistant, her eyes widening in shock as they locked with Adaline's.For a moment, neither moved. The bustling kitchen seemed to fall silent around them, though in reality, the work continued, unaware of the tension crackling between mother and daughter."Mother?" Adaline finally managed, her voice barely audible over the kitchen's din.Before she could
Melanie Waston's fingers tightened around the kitchen knife as she chopped vegetables, cursing under her breath. The humiliation of being put in her place by her own daughter burned like acid in her stomach. "That girl will never get away with this," she muttered, the knife coming down with unnecessary force on an innocent carrot. "Never." The young kitchen assistant working beside her glanced over nervously. Melanie noticed the look and forced her expression into something more pleasant. "So," she began, her voice honey-sweet, "how long has my daughter been working here? I've been... away, you see. Family matters." The assistant seemed hesitant but eventually replied, "I just saw her for the first time this morning. But everyone respects her already." "I'm sure they do," Melanie said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "And... the Westfields? How do they treat her?" The assistant's face lit up. "Oh, Mr. Westfield—the CEO—he really likes her skills. Might even like her too, if yo
Michael watched as Justin's penetrating gaze bore into Evelyn, who seemed to be fading under the scrutiny, he knew they were moments away from their scheme getting exposed completely. Stepping forward, he placed a protective hand on his wife's shoulder."My wife is pregnant," Michael interjected, his voice softer but still carrying authority. "She's been experiencing unusual cramps all day, perhaps it was something specific in her meal that triggered a reaction, pregnancy makes women's bodies react differently to foods."Justin's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't immediately challenge the explanation. Michael could see that Justin wasn't convinced, but was calculating something in his mind."I see," Justin finally said, his tone measured. "Dr. Hanson, would you continue to monitor Mrs. Anderson's condition?""Of course," the doctor replied.Justin turned to address the gathered guests. "Ladies and gentlemen, please continue enjoying the evening, it seems it was just a simple misun
"Your food," Michael accused loudly, pointing at Adaline. "It's been poisoned, my wife and our unborn child is in danger!"As all eyes turned to Adaline, a slow, calculated smile spread across Michael's face. This was the opportunity he had been waiting for, Adaline cornered, her reputation at stake, and Justin watching it all unfold.The room fell silent, all attention focused on the drama unfolding before them, confused glances passing between guests as they looked down at their own plates, then at Evelyn who continued to writhe in apparent agony."Poisoned?" an elderly woman whispered loudly. "But we've all eaten the same food.""Yes, and we're fine," another guest added.The murmurs grew louder as guests tried to make sense of the situation. If the food was indeed poisoned, why was only Evelyn affected? Several guests were already on their second serving, clearly enjoying the meal without any ill effects.Adaline stood frozen, her chef's whites stark against the elegant evening we
"Adaline?" Olivia whispered, her eyes wide with recognition.Once the formal introduction was over , she rushed towards where Adaline had been standing, but she wasn't there anymore. The chef had vanished as quickly as she had been spotted, Olivia scanned the room looking for her, memories flooding back of their time together years ago.Justin approached his sister, confused by her sudden distraction. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.""I think I just saw someone I know," Olivia replied, still searching the crowd. "Adaline Watson, we were friends in college, she saved my life back then.""Saved your life?" Justin asked, surprised to the new information. Olivia nodded. "At a carnival during our sophomore year. I ate something that gave me severe food poisoning, she recognized the symptoms immediately and got me to the hospital, the doctors said if she'd waited even a little longer, I might not have made it." She paused, her mind filled with questions, “but what could s
I took the lead in the kitchen, tasting the remade sauce one final time before nodding with satisfaction. Our hopes were getting restored after the disaster with my mother's sabotage, I was proud of how quickly we were able to get the situation under control and recover from it. The new sauce was beaming with perfection, even better than the original. "More thyme in the chicken marinade," I instructed one of the sous chefs, moving to the next station, “and please check the temperature on those potatoes."The staffs followed my directions without hesitation, as I'd earned their respect, especially after turning around what could have been a complete catastrophe in less than 50 minutes. My throat still felt raw from tasting the excessive chili powder my mother had dumped into the original sauce, but I pushed the discomfort aside."Everything's back on schedule," I told Lisa, my assistant. "We'll be ready to serve on time."I caught movement at the kitchen door and glanced up to see Jus
Adaline moved through the kitchen with practiced efficiency, checking each station as the clock ticked closer to service time. Everything had to be perfect for Justin's sister's homecoming.As she approached the sauce station, a peculiar sensation prickled at her nose—something sharp and fiery in the air. Her instincts, honed through years in professional kitchens, immediately signaled that something was wrong."The main sauce doesn't seem right," she murmured, leaning over one of the large pots. The rich aroma she had carefully developed hours ago had been overtaken by something else—something aggressive and pungent.Following her chef's instinct, Adaline took a small spoon and dipped it into the sauce, bringing a tiny sample to her lips. The moment it touched her tongue, her mouth erupted in flames. Her eyes widened in shock as the burning sensation spread across her palate, scorching her throat as she swallowed."Water!" she gasped, her voice barely audible as she doubled over, cou
Melanie Waston's fingers tightened around the kitchen knife as she chopped vegetables, cursing under her breath. The humiliation of being put in her place by her own daughter burned like acid in her stomach. "That girl will never get away with this," she muttered, the knife coming down with unnecessary force on an innocent carrot. "Never." The young kitchen assistant working beside her glanced over nervously. Melanie noticed the look and forced her expression into something more pleasant. "So," she began, her voice honey-sweet, "how long has my daughter been working here? I've been... away, you see. Family matters." The assistant seemed hesitant but eventually replied, "I just saw her for the first time this morning. But everyone respects her already." "I'm sure they do," Melanie said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "And... the Westfields? How do they treat her?" The assistant's face lit up. "Oh, Mr. Westfield—the CEO—he really likes her skills. Might even like her too, if yo
The kitchen was a flurry of coordinated chaos as the evening of Justin's sister's homecoming party approached. Steam rose from pots, the aroma of herbs and spices filled the air, and Adaline moved with practiced efficiency between stations, checking sauces and inspecting plated appetizers."Perfect. These look absolutely stunning," she praised one of the assistants who had artfully arranged canapés. The young woman beamed with pride.The kitchen doors swung open, and Adaline expected to see Justin or perhaps Grecia checking on their progress. Instead, her blood froze. There stood Melanie, her mother, dressed in the uniform of a kitchen assistant, her eyes widening in shock as they locked with Adaline's.For a moment, neither moved. The bustling kitchen seemed to fall silent around them, though in reality, the work continued, unaware of the tension crackling between mother and daughter."Mother?" Adaline finally managed, her voice barely audible over the kitchen's din.Before she could
Adaline wiped the sweat from her brow as she surveyed the busy kitchen. The clatter of pots and pans, the sizzling of oil, and the rhythmic chopping of vegetables created a symphony of culinary activity around her. As the newly appointed head cook, she felt the weight of responsibility bearing down on her shoulders. Tonight's party wasn't just any gathering—it was a statement, a demonstration of her capabilities."The sauce needs more seasoning," she instructed one of the new recruits, a young woman whose hands trembled slightly as she stirred the large pot. "Remember, we're cooking for discerning palates tonight."The kitchen doors swung open, and Justin entered, his presence commanding immediate attention. His tailored suit contrasted sharply with the white uniforms of the kitchen staff, a stark reminder of the different worlds they inhabited."How are preparations coming along?" he asked, his eyes meeting Adaline's."On schedule," she replied confidently, though her heart skipped a
The elegant teacup shattered against the wall, porcelain fragments scattering across Melanie's living room floor. Evelyn didn't flinch, merely arching a perfectly groomed eyebrow as she rubbed her swollen belly."That was Limoges, Melanie. Worth more than your monthly rent, I'd imagine.""I don't give a damn about the cup!" Melanie hissed, her face contorted with fury. "You were supposed to play the part! 'I'm so sorry, Adaline. It was a mistake. I was weak.' That's all you had to say!"Evelyn rolled her eyes. "I couldn't do it. The moment I saw her face in that courtroom, looking all righteous and wounded... I just couldn't stomach it.""Couldn't stomach it?" Melanie's voice rose dangerously. "This was the plan! Get her to forgive Michael, bring her back into the fold, and then we'd all have access to what we need!"Michael emerged from the kitchen, a tumbler of whiskey in hand. He looked exhausted, his suit jacket discarded, tie loosened. "It's over, Melanie. She's not coming back.