KIAN’S POVI didn’t see her approach us until she’s standing right beside me. If the expression on Beverly’s face was the same one on mine when I first saw Leslie, then Leslie was right to ask if I’d seen a ghost. But unlike how my shock left me spellbound and unable to string together a meaningful
LESLIE’S POV I watch every single detail, every single twitch of both their faces as they try to make sense of my words that I intentionally kept vague. The entire five minutes of engaging with them both has left me with a series of feelings ranging from fulfillment at their reaction to seeing me,
KIAN’S POV Before the arrival of the Hanson Group’s chairman, I already had my fingers bunched up in a fist, ready to send it flying in my uncle’s face in a frenzy of rage that had been brewing since the night I saw them together at that restaurant one month ago. I was ready to give it all up–my
“With all due respect sir, she is Leslie Winston, my wife and I do no–” “Then who is the woman beside you, Mr Winston?” He cuts me off and he stares at me knowingly while I struggle to find the right answer to his question. Deep down, I can tell he already knows the answer and I feel the tingles o
KIAN'S POV The ride home that night was just as suffocating as the ride to the plaza earlier that evening. Only this time, it wasn’t because of Beverly’s never ending talks. In fact, she barely said a word during the ride, didn’t even complain about how I almost left the gala without her because I
LESLIE'S POV Today is officially my first day as the new head designer at Hanson's Fashion Company. The day I take on a responsibility that has always been my lifelong dream and it really still feels like a dream. Sometimes, I pinch myself and expect to wake up in my gloomy room, 5am in the morni
BEVERLY’S POV I drum my fingers on the steering wheel as I wait, impatience and annoyance coiling inside of me all at once like a venomous snake. It’s dark, eerily so. I hate the dark but I couldn’t care less at this moment since all my senses are busy catering to my pent-up rage to give a damn abo
KIAN'S POV Amidst my mother shoving the idea of another marriage down my throat every chance she gets, and coming home everyday to Beverly who is constantly in my face and even taking up the role of a wife in my home, work is the only way I have been able to cope in the past few days. It’s 8 o'clo