VIVIENNE“I found the best shell today,” Vince said, holding up a small, shiny shell he had placed on the nightstand. “It’s so smooth, and look at the colors. You won’t find anything like this back home.”As we tucked the kids into bed, Vince and Vera were still overflowing with excitement about the shells they had found. Vera, not wanting to be outdone, crossed her arms and pouted. “Yeah, but mine is way cooler. Look how big it is! And it has all these little ridges on the side. You didn’t find anything like this.”Vince rolled his eyes. “That’s because yours is broken on one side. It’s not even rare.”Vera frowned but then grinned cheekily. “Doesn’t matter. It’s still prettier than yours.”“Is not,” Vince shot back, but he smiled too, clearly not that bothered.I smiled, watching them bicker lightheartedly. "Alright, you two, time for sleep. You can argue over whose shell is the best tomorrow."Vince and Vera giggled, still whispering about their shells as they started to drift o
EZEKIEL“Dad!” Vera’s voice was the first thing I heard. I woke up to the sound of tiny footsteps and hushed voices. My head was resting on my desk, and the soft light filtering through the window told me it was already morning. I blinked a few times, realizing I must have fallen asleep while working.“Daddy!” Vera called me again and when I glanced at her, she pouted, her arms crossed in front of her. “We looked for you in your room, but you weren’t there!”Vince stood beside her, looking a little more relaxed. “Yeah, Mom said you were probably still in your office, so we came here.”I rubbed my eyes and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my neck from sleeping in the chair. “Good morning, you two,” I said, giving them a sleepy smile. “I’m sorry, I had to stay up all night to finish some work.”Vera’s pout softened, and she smiled at me. “It’s okay, but we missed you! We’re supposed to have breakfast together.”I chuckled and ruffled her hair. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. So
VIVIENNE“Dad, throw me higher next time!” Vince shouted, wiping water from his face.Vince and Vera clung to Ezekiel as the waves gently lapped around them. Vince was laughing hard. Ezekiel grinned, lifting him up. “You sure? I might throw you all the way to the moon,” he teased, pretending to struggle with Vince’s weight.Vera giggled from his other side. “Me next! Me next! Higher than Vince!” she squealed, holding onto Ezekiel’s arm tightly.Ezekiel tossed Vince gently into the water, catching him before he could go too far. “Alright, princess, your turn,” he said, lifting her up high. Vera screamed in excitement, kicking her feet in the air before Ezekiel brought her safely back into his arms.“Again! Again!” Vince demanded, already swimming back to Ezekiel.“Guys, be careful, okay?!” I shouted since I was kinda worried about what they were doing. Gosh, what if Ezekiel makes a wrong move?“Chill. Trust me,” Ezekiel said as he smirked. With his wet hair, he looked so hot righ
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
EZEKIELVivienne’s lips curled into a bitter smile as she looked at me. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter anymore, Zeke.”A dry laugh escaped my lips."Are you serious?" I asked, finding her words absurd. "Are you expecting me to believe that you might be pregnant?"She flinched, the color draining from her face.“This is a joke. A bad one. If you really are pregnant, then whose baby is it? We both know it can't be mine, not with the precautions we've taken."Her eyes widened, a mixture of hurt and fury flashing across her face. I could tell she would be a great actress."You think I'd lie about something like this? You think I'd cheat on you?" she snapped, her voice laced with deep disappointment rather than anger.I shook my head, a mocking smile playing on my lips."Oh, come on, Vivienne. Really? This is your big play? Pretending to be pregnant to keep me around? It's pathetic."Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her entire body trembling, but it wasn't rage that I saw in her