THE AFTER-PARTY was winding down and Piper was more than a little tipsy. She leaned heavily on Jeremy, her bubbly personality even more vibrant after a few too many glasses of champagne. Jeremy sighed, his arm steady around her as he led her through the crowded room.“Come on, Piper,” he said while rying to sound patient. “Let’s get you home.”Piper let out a laugh as she rolled her eyes. “Oh, Jeremy, you’re so lame! Why didn’t you drink anything tonight? There were bottles of wine that cost more than you’d make in a month! You could’ve at least had one!”Jeremy shook his head, guiding her carefully through the doorway. “I don’t drink much. Besides, someone had to be responsible for you,” he said in a calm voice. She threw him a mock offended look, then smirked. “Oh, please. Responsible? You’re missing out! Once-in-a-blue-moon kind of party, and you’re just standing there, drinking water. So boring.”He just nodded, too tired to argue. He knew she was half-joking, half-serious, but
GENESIS SPOTTED VERA sitting alone on the bleachers, looking lost in thought as she watched Vince at his soccer practice. She was unusually quiet, her small frame slumped forward, and her chin rested on her hands. Genesis found this strange. Usually, Vera was energetic and loud, always cheering for her brother or chatting away.With a grin, Genesis walked over and sat down beside her. “Hey,” he said, nudging her gently. “Why do you look so sad? Thinking too hard?”To his surprise, Vera’s lip started to tremble, and before he knew it, tears spilled down her cheeks. She let out a small, choked sob, and then it came—all the tears she had held back, spilling out in big, messy drops.Genesis's eyes widened and he instantly panicked. “Whoa, hey, hey—what’s wrong, Vera?” He fumbled, trying to figure out what to do. He’d never seen her cry like this before. “Did something happen?”Vera shook her head but kept crying, covering her face with her hands. Feeling helpless, Genesis reached over
VINCE WAS SITTING alone in the school canteen while he was lost in his own thoughts. Unlike his twin sister, he wasn’t worried at all about having a new sibling. In fact, he was excited. He couldn’t wait to have someone younger around to teach things to, especially about computers and coding. He’d already planned it out in his head that he’d show their new sibling all the basics, and someday, they’d be able to talk about complex stuff too. Just the thought of it made him smile.As he stared into space while planning all the lessons he’d someday teach, someone placed a small box in front of him. Vince blinked when his train of thought was interrupted. He looked down at the box, noticing it was wrapped neatly with a bow on top. Then he looked up and saw Maesei, the little girl he, Vera, and Genesis had helped when she was being bullied a while back.Maesei was standing there, looking shy and nervous. Her cheeks were red and she avoided his gaze, looking down at the table instead.Vin
EZEKIEL NEVER THOUGHT he’d feel so nervous, yet here he was. He couldn’t help but pace back and forth in the hospital room while Vivienne lay on the bed, breathing deeply as another contraction hit. His palms were sweaty and his heart was racing so damn fast. He couldn’t even sit down for a second. This was nothing like the business meetings, nothing like the deals he’d spent his life preparing for. This was something else. He’d missed the birth of the twins, and he knew he couldn’t miss a second of this moment with Vivienne.He’d missed the birth of the twins, and he knew he couldn’t miss a second of this moment with Vivienne. Back then, he hadn’t been there to hold her hand, to see the twins take their first breaths. This time, he’d promised himself he’d be present, no matter how terrifying it felt. Vivienne noticed his restless pacing and reached out to catch his hand, tugging gently. “Zeke, calm down,” she said, chuckling despite her pain.He stopped, looking down at her, his
VIVIENNEAs I sat in the conservatory of our mansion, I heard the distant babble of the home staff drift away. I had given them the rest of the day off.Today was my birthday, but I was waiting for Zeke alone once more instead of celebrating.I glanced at the small gift box on the glass table, accompanied by a bouquet of flowers which was delivered by Zeke’s assistant saying it was on my husband’s behalf.The box was the same size as the ones I received over the years with no surprise.I didn’t bother to open it. I bet it was the same gift he gave me last year and the year before that—a luxury car, just a different brand.I was perfectly sure that it was only Zeke’s assistant doing his professional job. I did not even know whether Zeke remembered my birthday or if he just intentionally ignored my birthday for some reason.I sighed and forced a bitter smile. Why was I still expecting? Ever since that incident happened, everything took a sudden turn for the worse between us.Maybe, I ju
VIVIENNEZeke had disappeared after that day, and I chose not to contact him immediately, needing some time to calm down and think things through. Now, I was finally ready to talk to him calmly about the divorce.Just when I was about to call him, I found pictures of Zeke and a woman all over social media. The woman’s face was hidden, only her back visible. My heart pounded as I stared at the images, recognizing the familiarity in their closeness. It was clear that that woman was important to him, and the sight made my stomach churn.There they were, smiling and surrounded by friends who teased them mercilessly.“Get back together already!” one comment read.“You two are perfect for each other,” another one commented.Then, I saw the comment from Andrew, one of Zeke’s friends: “You’re always better with her, bro.”“Oh God.” I gritted my teeth as my heart broke.In every photo, I could see the love in Zeke’s eyes as he looked at the woman. It was a look he had never given me, not once.
VIVIENNEI took one of my husband’s cars and drove to his company. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anger and despair fueling my determination.I just couldn't let myself stay still while my husband was disrespecting me. However, deep down in my heart, one of my reasons was that I wanted us to fix this too.When I arrived, I stormed into the building. My steps were hurried and resolute. I even gained attention probably because of the evident anger in my expression but I didn't give a shit anymore.I walked into Zeke’s company building, my heart pounding with determination. No one recognized me; Zeke had never brought me here or introduced me as his wife officially. Gathering up my courage, I approached the front desk, trying to keep my voice steady.“I need to see Ezekiel Harrington. I’m his wife,” I said, meeting the receptionist’s skeptical gaze.The receptionist raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.“Sure you are," she said sarcastically. "We get people like you every day.
VIVIENNEI kept replaying the things that happened after my birthday but the doorbell rang. Wiping away my lingering tears, I hesitated before opening the door. To my horror, it was Alex standing there, looking as composed and confident as ever—the last person I wanted to see."What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice barely hiding my shock and resentment."We need to talk, Vivienne," she replied firmly. Her tone wasn't harsh or degrading, but it carried an air of finality that made me uneasy.I didn't intend to let her in, but something in her expression made me step aside. She walked inside, glancing around the house with a nostalgic smile."The house is still the same," she muttered, her voice softening. "So many memories here. And the tulips in the garden... They're still my favorite."Was she doing this on purpose, or was she just clueless that saying those things would hurt me?Clearly, she had a special bond with Zeke, one that I could never compete with. The way she talked