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Third Person’s P.O.VCamille had never been overly fond of attending big social events where people made it evident that they had lots of money and many connections. The evening was rather bland, with nothing much going on. Most of the night consisted of her keeping her eye on Miranda, who didn’t seem enthused to be there more than her. She was just about to fall asleep in her seat when suddenly the music got more upbeat, and couples began to occupy the dancefloor.Like the gentleman he is, Jason offered her to dance and she happily obliged. He wasn’t exactly the best dance partner out there, but he wasn’t a complete dud on his feet either. It was a distraction that she very much needed if she was going to last an hour or more at the party, which she wished she had ditched instead of attending. But Michael had insisted that she attend, for the sake of reconnaissance. So far, she had gathered little information on Miranda, or Davien, whom they both suspected were somehow romantically i
Miranda’s P.O.VAfter what happened last night, I have been avoiding Davien which is no easy feat. I mean, we live under the same roof, and we work at the same place, so you can imagine how badly I am failing at this. We came back last night, and the car ride was extremely tense and awkward. I was fidgeting the whole way, and from the corner of my eye, I could see that Davien was calm as always, but his grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles white, which made me think he was just as uneasy about this as I was.I won’t lie, kissing him was probably the best thing I have ever experienced, and it made me feel alive. I liked it so much that I didn’t want him to stop; I want it to go beyond that. I had to remind myself that a) I’m still technically a married woman, albeit getting a divorce and b) he is also technically my boss. For a moment, I let myself get carried away by these weird hormones and emotions that get activated whenever I am around me. I knew it was wrong, but damn, he
Miranda’s P.O.VMichael was finally able to sign the divorce papers and today, we would be meeting in order to make settlements concerning how we would split our assets in a fair proportion. I’d told my self to be calm, because there really was no point in me meeting up with him and his lawyer if I was a nervous wreck. I’d gotten the day off from work thanks to my somewhat lenient boss.Speaking of my boss, the last couple of days have been extremely awkward. We hadn’t spoken much as he was completely swamped with work, now being the full time CEO, his duties had in creased tenfold. He had to make sure that every department of the company was functioning optimally, having several meetings with stakeholder and various potential investors. Also, there was the fact that he was thinking of expanding to Europe, which would involve a lot of travelling. Right now, there were talks of buying a marketing firm in France, and that was his main preoccupation.My meeting with Michael and his attor
Miranda’s P.O.VI used a back exit in order to avoid Christian seeing me. My mind was too clouded with anger for me to see anyone that I know, and as such, I knew that Christian would notify Davien of my upset behaviour. Let’s just say I wasn’t in the right frame of mind, and I was a little embarrassed from how I’d handled the situation back there. It was so unlike me to have such a violent outburst but lately, Michael had been pushing me into a tight corner. It would only be normal for me to react that way, or at least I think it was. I should have at least knocked him out in the process…I needed some air, hell, a lot of air so I opted to walk around aimlessly for as long as my legs would allow. Good thing today I’d worn flats otherwise I’d have looked like a complete idiot, wandering in the streets with stilettos. When I’d married Michael, I’d never thought that he’d be the type to hurt me this much, and a part of me that still loved him was utterly disappointed. Let’s face it, you
“Can’t you move any faster?” I spoke in impatience, literally on the edge of my seat.Donovan gave me the side eye before training his attention back on the road ahead. “You need to relax. I can’t control the traffic with my mind and you know damn well how bad it can be at this hour. It’s rush hour, dude. Why don’t sit down, and keep your mouth shut otherwise I’ll throw your ass out of my car,” he seethed in utter annoyance.Rolling my eyes, I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms, to keep me from fidgeting with them. I just wanted to get to the pub and make sure Miranda was okay. Heaven only knows what kind of people she was currently surrounded by and what they were doing to her. She certainly didn’t belong with that kind of crowd and if anything, I was really upset with her for even stepping foot in such a shoddy establishment. We’d been on the road for almost an hour now, due to the flow of traffic that seemed to be more stagnant than anything. I’d have taken my own car, but Ch
Miranda’s P.O.VI woke up with an unfamiliar sensation pulsating through my head. It was akin to a sledgehammer being repeatedly smashed against my skull and I almost screamed out loud at the intensity of the headache I was currently having. With my eyes still closed, I sat up straight and held my temple with both my hands. I groaned out loud as the intensity would not subside. Maybe a shower would help ease the pain, I reasoned mentally and then slid out of the bed ever so slowly. I opened my eyes and was greeted by the lovely (not) sun’s rays, making me squint them until they adjusted to the luminosity before I went into the bathroom.I didn’t immediately go into the shower but searched the cabinets for some pain medication or a first aid kit, and thankfully I found a bottle of Tylenol. Taking a glass from the same cabinet, I popped two tablets into my mouth before washing them down with water. After, I looked in the mirror and finally noticed just how unkempt and discombobulated I
Miranda’s P.O.VThis morning I could sense a shift in the atmosphere for one reason, and one reason alone. Davien had instructed me to head to the office alone with Christian, whilst he said he would be driving himself to work from now onwards. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to keep up this façade of us not actually living together or he was still mad at me for what I said to him the other day. It was probably the latter.After the lunch with Giorgia, where I was all fake smiles and forced laughs, we barely interacted. He mostly kept to himself, and I only saw him during mealtimes. This morning, I made breakfast for the both of us, but he hadn’t come down and instead sent me a text message to go on to work. An effing text message! Can you believe that? We were under the same roof and yet he found it sensible to communicate via texts. It was both childish and unbelievable, that the entire car ride to work I was basically fuming.Angrily sauntering into the lobby of the building, I mar
Miranda’s P.O.V“Are you sure about this, Miranda? You really don’t think that you must do this because you are literally giving him the upper hand. He will get away with exactly what he wants,” Donovan muttered lowly disdainfully, giving me a pleading look. I had already made up my mind. I had to do this otherwise that evil man would follow through with his threats, and heaven only knows that he does follow through with his malicious motives. I nodded my head with a grim expression on my face. Michael sat across from me with his hard-headed and equally hard-faced lawyer, Ms. Jenkins. I blew out an uneasy breath before picking up the pen and scrawling my signature on the divorce papers. Next, I slid it over to Michael who happily added his impression and smirked triumphantly, knowing that he had very well accomplished exactly what he wanted…get a taste of the money he never ever worked for using dirty means.Ms Jenkins picked up her huge binder and arranged it noisily on the table. “