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VIVIENNE“Can you tell us what you were doing on your computer?” Ezekiel asked our son again gently. Vince swallowed hard, looking up at his father. He seemed scared like he didn’t know what to say. I wanted to rush to his side and hold him, but I knew that wouldn’t help him now. He needed to speak for himself.“I… I wasn’t doing anything bad,” Vince said with his voice barely above a whisper. “I was just… m-messing around.”Leonardo scoffed. “Messing around? That’s not what it looked like.”I glared at the old man since he seemed pretty convinced that my son was lying. Plus the way his wife, the old hag beside him, nodded was irritating me to the full extent. My patience was wearing thin. First, there was the meal earlier, where Ezekiel’s parents couldn’t have made it clearer they were in favor of Caroline. Not that I was looking for their approval — I couldn’t care less about winning them over. But the way they openly praised her, subtly comparing me to her, was infuriating. It’s
EZEKIELAs soon as the door shut behind my parents, I let out a long sigh. The house was quiet again, but my mind wasn’t. Guilt ate up my whole system. Had I been too harsh? I’d defended Vince, of course, but my dad and mom were still my parents. Maybe I should’ve handled things differently, maybe talked it through better instead of letting it blow up the way it did.But then I thought back to how my dad had yelled at Vince. The way Vince had looked, terrified, standing there, trying to explain himself while being accused of something he probably didn’t fully understand. I clenched my fists. No, I’d do it all again. I’d stand up for my son, no matter what. No one, not even my own parents, had the right to hurt my kids, whether with words or actions.I shook off the guilt. It was the right call.As I turned back in Vivienne’s direction, I noticed how she still looked furious even after my parents left. I could see the tension in her face and the fire in her eyes. I knew this wasn’t
“IT WAS ME.”Ezekiel felt his stomach drop. His own son had hacked into his company’s website. He couldn’t believe what he just heard, but at the same time, a strange sense of understanding settled in. Vince was smart—brilliant, even. Ezekiel had always known that. But he never imagined Vince would do something like this."Why?" Ezekiel asked, trying to keep his voice steady. "Why would you do that, Vince?"Vince hesitated, clearly struggling to explain himself. Then he finally broke down. Tears started streaming down his face. His small body shook as the weight of everything he had been holding inside finally came crashing down. Ezekiel’s heart ached as he watched his son cry, the sight almost unbearable. Vince had been holding it in for so long, and now, seeing him so vulnerable, Ezekiel realized just how much his son had been struggling.He knelt down in front of Vince, not saying anything at first, just letting him cry. The confession had come out, but Ezekiel hadn’t reacted yet
VIVIENNEIt was a long day. After Ezekiel and Vince talked about something, Vince fell asleep. It might be his inconvenient way of dealing with what his grandfather did to him. My son was not the type to cry so he must have slept to calm himself. I was worried the whole time. As I sat on the couch, I could feel the weight of everything that had happened today pressing down on me. The house was quiet now, but my mind was anything but calm. I couldn’t help but think about Ezekiel’s parents, especially the way Leonardo had yelled at Vince. Even though they had left hours ago, I still couldn’t rest. I glanced at the clock. It was late, and I should have been home by now. I didn’t plan on staying here this long, but after everything that happened, I couldn’t bring myself to leave. Vince and Vera were supposed to spend the night here with Ezekiel, as we had agreed, but after seeing how upset Vince was earlier, I felt uneasy about going home. What if Ezekiel’s parents came back? What i
VIVIENNE“So,” Ezekiel said, breaking the silence, “have you decided where you’re sleeping tonight? Guest room or... somewhere else?”As soon as the kids were finally asleep, his house grew quiet. I stood in the hallway with Ezekiel, both of us facing each other. My eyes met his, and there was a silence between us. As far as I could tell, the familiar pressure that seemed to surface when we were alone together took the place of the day's stress.Ezekiel leaned casually against the doorframe, his gaze flickering down to my lips. It was subtle, but I noticed it right away. He was thinking about kissing me. I could see it in the way his eyes lingered, the way he stayed just a little too close, his body language betraying the calm look on his face.I raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what he meant by “somewhere else.” He wasn’t being subtle at all, and part of me found it amusing. I glanced away for a moment, pretending to think about it. But when I looked back at him, I couldn’t help
VIVIENNEWhen I woke up, Ezekiel's arm was around my waist, providing me with a comforting warmth. The morning light peeked through the curtains, hinting it was already morning. I remained motionless for a brief period, sensing his calm breathing beside me. Memories of last night flooded back, warming my heart. It had been so long since I felt this way. Ezekiel and I, cuddling together, as if the years apart hadn’t happened. The way he kissed me, held me... it felt familiar, like something we had once had but lost. Being with him again, like this, made me realize how much I missed it—us.I glanced over at him, still sound asleep, his face peaceful. It was strange, waking up next to him again after all this time. Most of the time when we ‘hook up’, I’d wake up with him already awake or vice versa. My mind drifted back to when we were married. There were mornings just like this, where I’d wake up in his arms, feeling safe and loved. But that was years ago, before everything fell apa
EZEKIEL“Where are the kids?” Mr. Ronaldo, Vivienne’s father, asked as he shifted in his seat and turned to me. His voice was calm but curious.Sitting in the grand living room of my house, I couldn’t help but feel a little bit of irritation washing over me. Vivienne sat across from me with her parents, Ronaldo and Alice, and then there was Jeremy, sitting comfortably as if he had every right to be here. The guy’s audacity was unbelievable. He had no business being in my house, especially under these circumstances. Couldn't he read the room? I clenched my jaw, trying to maintain my composure. But the mere sight of him was starting to grate on my nerves.“They’re still asleep,” I replied to Vivienne’s father while forcing a neutral tone. I didn’t want to give away the annoyance I felt. The last thing I needed was more tension in the room, especially with Jeremy here.Vivienne’s mother, Alice, however, wasn’t as laid-back as her husband. She eyed me with suspicion as her lips pursed.
EZEKIELI felt my stomach drop when I saw Caroline step forward. She smiled sweetly at me. “Ezekiel,” she said warmly.I blinked, trying to process the situation. Why was she here? This was not the time, not the place. My parents must have invited her—probably to stir up trouble. It wasn’t a coincidence that she was here, not with everything going on. You know what’s a coincidence? My parents had brought Caroline just like Vivienne’s parents had brought Jeremy. Nice!This was starting to feel like the universe was conspiring against us. “Caroline,” I said stiffly, forcing a polite smile. “I didn’t expect to see you.”She gave a small laugh, completely oblivious to the anxiety I was feeling. “I’m here with your parents. They thought it would be nice for us to catch up. We didn’t get to see each other yesterday so I thought of coming back today.”This was going to be a nightmare. Having both families in the same room, Caroline thrown into the mix—I could only imagine how much worse