Three months earlier..... (Evelyn pov) I couldn’t stop smiling. Humming gently, I placed the new bouquet of roses in the crystal vase, fine-tuning each stem to reach perfection. The fragrant scent of lilies and roses permeated the air, mixing with the cozy scent of vanilla candles dancing on the dining table. Everything needed to be perfect, just as our love. In two nights, Sebastian and I will be celebrating our anniversary. Our fifth year of celebration. Five years filled with love, joy, and common aspirations. I ran my fingers along the exquisite silverware, imagining how his eyes would sparkle when he walked in, how his lips would turn into that unique, sincere smile, the one he saved just for me. But that wasn’t all. This anniversary was going to be even more special. I softly placed my hand on my abdomen, a warmth radiating within me. Sebastian was about to become a father. The mere idea flooded me with warmth, blending feelings of excitement and anxious an
(Evelyn pov) I ended up the call with Vanessa, but something about her tone lingered in my mind, an implicit reluctance, a forced lightness. Had I imagined it? I dismissed the discomfort and reminded myself that this evening wasn’t focused on Vanessa. It was about us, Sebastian and I. Our anniversary was nearing, and despite my husband being distant recently, I was set on reminding him of what we shared. I inhaled deeply, pushing aside the rising uncertainty, and headed downstairs to see how the maids were doing. The home was already immaculate, the atmosphere fragrant with fresh roses from the arrangement I had set in the foyer earlier. The team had performed excellently, as usual. In the kitchen, Maria, our head maid, was putting away the last of the dishes. She turned when she saw me. “Ma’am, do you need anything?” I smiled, even if it felt constricted. "You all can retire for the evening." "I'll handle dinner." Maria took a moment to think. “Are you sure, ma'a
“ Evelyn?” Sebastian called my name once more. The sound sent shivers through me, and I gripped the doorframe tighter while struggling to breathe. I needed to behave normally. He had no way of knowing that I had been standing there, eavesdropping. Stepping forward as if I had just arrived, I angled my head, pretending to be puzzled. "Yes?" I heard you called my name. Did you fall? “Are you in need of anything?” His expression remained unreadable, but a flicker appeared in his eyes, caution? Guilt? It disappeared just as quickly, replaced by a practiced calmness. “No, I’m fine. I just needed something from you.” His eyes scanned the room before settling back on me. “Where are the maids?” “I sent them off,” I answered calmly, my heart pounding. His brows furrowed slightly. “Why is that?” I paused for just a moment . "Nothing," I replied, but the subtle shake in my voice gave me away. He examined me with his piercing eyes, as if stripping away my layers, attempting to u
“Vanessa?” Her name escaped my mouth, but it felt strange, acrid, like very poisonous. The woman in front of me wasn’t just my best friend. No, she was more than that. She was my sister. Not by blood, but by everything that mattered. Vanessa and I were raised together in our grandfather’s home, united by a childhood rich in whispered secrets, collective dreams, and an inseparable connection. From the moment we learned to walk, we were always together, chasing fireflies on warm nights, building forts with old blankets, and sneaking into the kitchen for midnight snacks. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, wept in each other's embrace during life's hardships, and stood strongly together, shielding each other from the world's harshest blows. She was more than simply my cousin; she was like a sister in every significant aspect, the one person l I relied on to consistently back me up. When everything in the world felt against me, Vanessa was my safe haven, the only person I
(Evelyn pov) The divorce paper shook in my hands, the ink blurring as my vision swam. My chest constricted, and my breathing came in brief, agonizing breaths. The atmosphere in the room was stifling, weighing on me like an invisible pressure, yet I would not allow them to witness me break down Not here. Not in front of them. Sebastian stood across from me, his expression unreadable, making it seem as if this moment, the end of everything we created, was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. Vanessa, on the other hand, crossed her arms, her gaze sharp and expectant, like she was waiting for me to surrender, to sign without a fight. But, I would not. Not without answers. I swallowed hard, forcing the tremor out of my voice. "How long?" Sebastian’s eyebrow knitted together slightly, but he didn’t ask for clarification. He knew exactly what I meant. Vanessa released a dramatic sigh, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Eve, does it actually make any differ
(Evelyn pov) A sharp, rhythmic beep pulled me from the abyss. Cold. The room was cold, yet my body burned from the inside out. My eyelids felt like lead, my limbs heavy, weighted down by an unseen force. The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to the air, sharp and suffocating. A harsh glare pressed against my closed eyes, forcing me to acknowledge the blinding reality waiting for me. Where…? A groan slipped past my dry lips as I shifted slightly, only for a dull, aching pain to radiate through my skull. It was nothing compared to the hollow emptiness clawing at my chest. Then it all came crashing back. Sebastian’s cold voice. Vanessa’s triumphant smirk. The divorce papers. The suffocating pain. I tried sitting up, but a firm hand pressed against my shoulder. "Take it easy," a soft voice murmured. "You're in the hospital." I blinked, my vision swimming until it settled on a nurse adjusting an IV drip next to me. "The hospital?" My voice rasped, throat raw.
(Evelyn pov) The knock on my hospital door was sharp. Cold. Like him. I didn’t say come in. Didn’t acknowledge it at all. But the door opened anyway. Sebastian entered, his tall stature filling the area, projecting elongated shadows in the softly lit room. The atmosphere changed, growing denser, bearing down on me with a nearly choking heaviness. He remained silent. Did not go past the entrance. He just stood there, observing me. His facial expression was inscrutable, a flawless facade of apathy, but I observed the nuances he couldn't entirely conceal. The rigidity in his shoulders, the manner in which his jaw tightened just a bit. And his hands, fingers curling by his sides, as if preparing for collision. Like he expected me to explode. Like he knew he deserved it. He was uncomfortable. Good. I avoided looking at him directly, keeping my eyes fixed on my lap, where my hands were held so tightly that my nails almost broke through my skin. The quiet lingered between us, end
Evelyn’s POV "Peter." I smiled softly as I turned toward him. His presence felt like a warm blanket after being left out in the cold for so long. Peter was Sebastian’s cousin, but over the years, he had become something of a quiet confidant. He never liked how Sebastian treated me, and he hadn’t been shy about saying it either. Now, seeing him here, my heart clenched with mixed emotions—relief, comfort, and a bittersweet ache I couldn’t quite name. Peter’s eyes softened when he saw me, concern etched into his handsome features. He held a brown paper bag in one hand and a bouquet of white lilies in the other. "I came as soon as I heard." He walked in, placing the flowers on the small table beside my hospital bed. "I brought your favorite—chicken soup from that little café you love." The simple gesture tugged at something deep inside me. No one had done something so thoughtful in a long time. "You didn’t have to—" I started, but he cut me off with a warm smile. "I wanted to. You
Sebastian’s POVThe drive to school was quiet. Too quiet.The kind of quiet that Was not peaceful but unsettling. Crawling under my skin like an itch I could not scratch.My fingers gripped the Steering wheel. My Knuckles White as My thoughts tangled into a mess I couldn’t unravel. The call. The nagging doubts. The questions that loomed without answers.Beside me, Vanessa talked. Her voice was light, animated. Filling the silence with talk of Princess, the dress, the shoes, something about a tiara. Normally, I’d nod along, maybe even throw in a comment to show I was listening. But today, her words barely registered. Drowned under the weight pressing against my chest.“Seb?”Her voice cut through the fog, followed by a gentle nudge against my arm.I blinked. The road ahead had blurred for a moment, the lines smearing together before snapping back into focus.“Hm?” My voice came out lower than I intended, rough around the edges.Vanessa sighed. “I said, should we get her the pink one or
(Sabatine pov)My finger hovered over the answer button, but I didn’t press it.Not yet.A bitter taste lingered on my tongue, a mix of betrayal and something far worse, realization. If Vanessa had lied about something this big, what else had she been hiding? What other secrets had she so effortlessly buried beneath that sweet smile?I clenched my jaw, my grip tightening around the phone. The screen glowed in the dim light of my office, her name flashing insistently.Vanessa.My pulse pounded in my ears, each ring fueling the storm brewing inside me. I wanted answers. No, I needed them. But I wouldn’t be fooled again, wouldn’t let myself fall into the same trap.Not this time.The phone buzzed again, vibrating against my palm like a silent challenge. I exhaled sharply, steadying myself. Proof. I needed proof before I faced her. Because if my suspicions were right, then Vanessa was capable of far worse than just a simple lie.And I refused to be the fool who found out too late.Her nam
(Sebastian’s POV) The soft hum of the air conditioner pulsed through my office, blending with the rhythmic clatter of my fingers against the keyboard. The glow from my dual monitors bathed the room in an artificial bluish hue, casting long shadows over the towering stacks of documents cluttering my mahogany desk. Numbers blurred together on the screen, but I kept my focus sharp, filtering through reports with the precision drilled into me over years of discipline. Then..buzz. The sudden vibration of my phone shattered the quiet. My fingers froze above the keys, my gaze flicking toward the screen. Unknown Caller. A slight frown tugged at my brow. I wasn’t expecting any calls, certainly not from an unlisted number at this hour. A part of me considered ignoring it, letting it go to voicemail. But something, instinct, curiosity, a nagging pull I couldn’t quite place, made me reach for the device. I hesitated. Then, inhaling slowly, I swiped to answer and brought the phone to my ear
( Evelyn’s POV) The city hummed beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a living, breathing force of ambition and power. Lights flickered in the distance, a constant reminder that somewhere, someone was always chasing success, just as I had been for years. But now, I wasn’t just reaching for it. I was standing in it. Yet, the weight of the journey still clung to me. Every betrayal, every sacrifice, every tear, I had carried them like stones in my pockets, dragging me down, threatening to drown me. But instead of breaking me, they had sharpened me, reforging my spirit into something unbreakable. I let out a slow breath, my fingers grazing the rich mahogany surface of the desk. My desk. The reality of it was still sinking in. Mr. Alberts had built an empire, brick by brick, deal by deal. And when the time came to pass it on, he hadn’t chosen his bloodline. He had chosen me. “You’re family now, Evelyn,” he had said, his voice calm but firm. “This company… it needs someone with vision, s
(Evelyn’s POV) The city lights streaked past the tinted window. neon reflections smearing across the glass like a painter’s reckless brush strokes. I sat motionless in the Backseat. My fingers absently tracing the Seam of my dress as the adrenaline still pulsed beneath my skin. The rush of power. Of dominance. Clung to me like expensive perfume, heady, intoxicating. I made my move. And it was a bold one. My phone lay face down on my lap, its screen dark, but the words I had sent still burned in my mind. I don’t play games with babies. A smirk curled my lips. It had been the perfect response, sharp, final. A statement that left no room for doubt. I imagined the sting of my words sinking in, imagined the moment of hesitation on the other end, the quickening of breath, the anger coiling behind clenched teeth. The thought alone sent another thrill through me. Then, my phone buzzed. Once. Twice. A violent, repetitive hum against the smooth leather seat, shattering my momentary sat
The cheerful giggle of a baby resonated in the small apartment as Evelyn skillfully held two bottles of milk in one hand and repositioned the high chair with the other. The twins, just a few months old, made up her whole universe. Maya's deep eyes shimmered with intrigue, as young Mason laughed at the sound of the wind chimes near the window. Their arrival brought a happiness to the small apartment that Evelyn had never experienced before. Yet today, a darkness hung over Evelyn's heart. She received another email from the graphic design company she freelanced with, a proposal to move to a larger city if she wished to handle more distinguished projects. It was a chance that could transform her profession, yet the idea of dismantling her small, meticulously built haven frightened her. Once she laid the twins down for their nap, Evelyn settled by the bay window with her laptop. She had always hoped to provide Maya and Mason with a better life, one free from the burdens of her history.
Evelyn rose to a serene morning, with gentle sunlight streaming through the curtains, creating warm golden rays on the ground. The quiet of the apartment, the tranquility she had discovered in recent weeks, provided solace. However, the burden of her choice regarding Sebastian still remained in her thoughts. She had dedicated numerous hours in the past few days contemplating everything: Sebastian’s apology, his efforts to connect, and the way he had constantly assured her that nothing would separate them. However, following his betrayal, she questioned whether those promises were merely hollow phrases. Was he genuinely remorseful, or was he just attempting to mend something damaged, not entirely grasping the extent of the pain he had inflicted? While sipping her tea by the window, the gentle buzz of the city beneath reminded her that life kept progressing, even when she felt trapped in her own reflections. The only sound that filled the room was the rhythmic tapping of her fingers o
Evelyn found herself contemplating the heaviness of Sebastian's words for days. He approached her, exposed and defenseless, conveying his remorse and his wish to seek forgiveness. However, Evelyn was uncertain whether it was sufficient. Is it possible for him to really change? Could she really rely on him enough to offer him another opportunity? Her heart was pained by the doubt, yet she would not make any choices without first reflecting on her emotions, and the truth of their circumstances. The next day, following Sebastian’s visit, Evelyn tried hard to resume her usual routine. She worked remotely, concentrated on her design assignments, and went to her prenatal check-ups. Yet, even during the silent times, the resonance of his presence lingered. His apology lingered in her mind, yet she couldn’t overlook the intricacy of her feelings. Whenever she believed she had control over the situation, she ended up questioning herself. At night, with the gentle murmur of urban noise coming
The days that ensued were marked by a delicate feeling of equilibrium. Evelyn maintained her schedule of work, medical visits, and peaceful nights by herself in her flat, yet the emotional struggle between her history with Sebastian and the current life she aimed to build was growing harder to overlook. Sebastian’s efforts to be included in her life were constant, nearly overly constant. He called frequently, visited at least weekly, and brought small presents for the baby, a plush toy on one occasion, a baby blanket on another. He was making an effort, and Evelyn sensed it, yet the question remained: was he genuinely regretful, or was he merely attempting to atone for his past misdeeds? One afternoon, while she was at her small desk in her apartment creating a new design for a client, Evelyn's phone vibrated. It was a note from Sebastian. May I drop by later? I need to discuss something significant. Her heart raced, and she placed her pen aside, gazing at the message for an exten