Breakfast was torture. Not because of Grandma Blackwood—she was as sweet and oblivious as ever—but because of Hunter. Evelyn could feel his eyes on her. Watching. Waiting. As if he expected her to slip, to react, to—what? Fall into his arms like a fool? Not happening. She focused on her food, answering Grandma’s questions with polite enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Hunter played the perfect, doting husband, chiming in at just the right moments. His hand occasionally brushed hers, his arm rested behind her chair—it was all for show, of course. But her body refused to believe that. By the time breakfast was over, Evelyn was exhausted. Hunter helped clear the dishes, chatting easily with Grandma as if nothing was amiss. Meanwhile, Evelyn sat frozen in her seat, replaying that moment at the table. The way he had looked at her. Like he meant it. Like they weren’t pretending. Her chest tightened. She needed air. --- Escape to the Garden Evelyn retreated to the backyard, ta
Evelyn sat on her couch, staring at the untouched cup of tea in front of her. Edwin had been talking for the past ten minutes—about how toxic Hunter was, about how she needed to cut him off for good—but her mind was elsewhere. She could still hear the sound of Hunter’s car speeding away, could still picture the flicker of something dangerous in his eyes before he left. Jealousy. Possession. Something she shouldn’t have cared about. But did. “Evelyn?” She blinked, snapping back to the present. Edwin was watching her, concern etched across his face. “What?” He sighed. “Were you even listening?” Evelyn rubbed her temples. “I’m tired, Edwin. Can we not do this right now?” His jaw tightened. “Fine. But at least tell me you see it now. He hasn’t changed, Evelyn. He never will.” She swallowed. “It’s not that simple.” Edwin scoffed. “It is exactly that simple. He’s a selfish bastard who only cares about himself. You don’t owe him anything—not your time, not your pi
Hunter sat at the head of the long, sleek conference table, staring at the financial reports spread in front of him. The numbers blurred together, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand. The room was filled with the low hum of conversation, the occasional shuffle of papers, and the faint click of a keyboard. But Hunter wasn’t listening. He was supposed to be focused. This meeting was important—his company was finalizing a major acquisition, and every executive in the room was waiting for his decision. The deal was worth billions, and the stakes were high. But his mind was elsewhere. Evelyn. Edwin. The way she had looked at him last night, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and defiance. Like she had moved on. Like she didn’t care anymore. The memory burned in his chest, a slow, smoldering fire that refused to be extinguished. A sharp voice cut through his thoughts. “Mr. Blackwood?” Hunter’s head snapped up. His CFO, Marcus Reed, was watching him expectant
Hunter’s grip on the steering wheel was like iron, his knuckles white against the black leather, as he pulled into his driveway. The moment he killed the engine, the low hum of the car fading into the evening’s quiet, his phone buzzed again, a sharp, insistent vibration against the console.Sophia. Again.He ignored the call, a flicker of irritation sparking in his chest, and stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary. The evening air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and distant honeysuckle, but his blood was boiling, a hot, turbulent current beneath his skin.Evelyn and her stupid lover boy Edwin.The two names were on repeat in his head, a relentless, torturous mantra, feeding the jealousy that gnawed at his insides, a ravenous beast consuming his peace of mind.She was with him right now.Probably laughing. Probably smiling while looking into each other’s eyes.Had she already let him touch her the way she used to let him? The way she us
Next day, Sophia was waiting for Hunter to come down for breakfast. She was standing by the dining table, dressed in a pristine white blouse and a tight pencil skirt, her blonde hair falling in soft waves over her shoulders. To anyone else, she looked calm. Her fingers fidgeted at her sides. She was nervous. And Hunter hated secrets. “What do you want, Sophia?” he asked coldly, not slowing his pace. She forced a smile. “I brought coffee. Thought you might need it after last night.” Hunter scoffed, pushing past her and sitting on the table. “Thank you.” She followed him and took a shaky breath, lowering her gaze as if she were gathering the courage to speak. “Hunter. I need some money.” “Money?” Hunter asked.“It’s not for me,” she whispered. “It’s for Lily.” Hunter’s eyes remained locked onto her, unreadable. “Lily?” She nodded quickly. “Her mother…She's in the hospital. It’s bad, Hunter. The doctors need to perform surgery, but they won’t proceed without payment. Lily has
Hunter spent the remainder of the day confined within the sterile walls of his office, attempting to drown the relentless tide of his thoughts in the demanding intricacies of his work. Spreadsheets blurred into meaningless columns of numbers, and lucrative business deals faded into the periphery of his consciousness, utterly failing to dislodge the persistent image of Evelyn that haunted his every waking moment.Each time he succumbed to the brief respite of closing his eyes, seeking a moment of fleeting peace, he was met with the vivid tableau of Evelyn’s face. The subtle nuances of her expression from the previous night – the lingering hurt in her eyes, the forced composure in her smile – replayed in his mind with agonizing clarity. And then, the memory that truly ignited the simmering rage within him: the way she had turned her back on him, her steps unwavering as she walked directly into the waiting embrace of Edwin.The very thought sent a fresh wave of scalding anger coursing th
Evelyn’s breath hitched for a fleeting moment, a primal fear momentarily gripping her, but she quickly masked it with a defiant glare. “Get out of my house, Hunter.”Hunter held her gaze for a long, tense moment, his expression unreadable, a silent battle raging between them.Then, with a sharp, frustrated exhale, he turned abruptly and stormed off, his retreating figure radiating a palpable fury.Evelyn slammed the door shut behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden silence, her hands shaking uncontrollably with a potent mix of anger and a lingering, unwelcome fear.She hated him. She hated that he still thought he had any right to dictate her life, to interfere in her choices. But more than anything, she hated the undeniable truth that, despite everything he had done, he still possessed the power to affect her so deeply, to stir such a volatile storm of emotions within her.Evelyn stood frozen for a moment longer, her heart still pounding erratically in her chest as she stared at
The city exhaled the last vestiges of daylight, the transition sharp and sudden as the sun dipped below the horizon. Now, only the artificial glow of streetlamps pierced the encroaching darkness, painting long, distorted shadows across the scarred belly of the underground parking garage.The air hung thick and heavy, a cloying cocktail of stale gasoline fumes and the damp, earthy breath of mildew that clung to the concrete walls. In the distance, the muffled shriek of tires punctuated the silence, a fleeting cry swallowed by the subterranean depths. Above, in the vibrant pulse of the city, a car horn blared, a discordant note in the otherwise isolated stillness of this lower world – a realm where secrets festered like unseen mold and danger lurked in the shadows, a patient predator waiting for its moment.Sophia’s descent into this concrete labyrinth felt like a physical manifestation of her spiraling anxiety. Each click of her expensive heels against the cracked pavement echoed unner
The lingering ghost of Evelyn’s perfume, a delicate whisper of lavender and something uniquely her own, still clung to the air around the vacated lunch table.Hunter, however, was no longer present, the imposing figure who commanded boardrooms and bent industries to his will now absent, leaving behind only the faint indentation on the plush velvet seating. He had watched her departure, a study in elegant defiance – head held high, her stride sharp and purposeful, each click of her heels against the polished floor a decisive punctuation mark on their severed connection. It was as if the years they had shared, the intricate tapestry of their intertwined lives, had been relegated to the realm of a forgotten nightmare, one from which she had finally awakened and was determined to erase from her memory entirely.A dull ache, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil churning within him, constricted Hunter’s chest.For once, Hunter Blackwood, the man renowned for his glacial compos
Few days later - The sterile finality of the signed contracts hung in the air, a tangible representation of Evelyn’s pragmatic decision to intertwine StarLink’s fate with that of her ex-husband’s formidable empire. The alliance, born of necessity and a sliver of grudging respect for Hunter’s business acumen, felt like a precarious truce, a delicate balance teetering on the precipice of their volatile shared history. The memory of his raw possessiveness in the hotel hallway, the unsettling glint of protectiveness in his eyes amidst the violent outburst, lingered in Evelyn’s thoughts, a confusing undercurrent beneath the carefully constructed surface of their professional interactions.It was with a sense of inevitability, a weary resignation mixed with a sliver of reluctant curiosity, that Evelyn received Hunter’s subsequent message. It arrived mid-morning, a curt digital summons that vibrated her phone with the familiar, unapologetic tone that had always characterized his communicat
Three days of her meticulously constructing a narrative of indifference, a fragile wall against the unwelcome pang of hurt and the surprising sting of jealousy that still dared to surface. She had almost begun to believe her own carefully crafted facade, clinging to the hope that his abrupt departure from her office would translate into a prolonged absence.That fragile hope shattered that afternoon with the arrival of a terse, demanding message on her private, unlisted number – the one only a handful of people, including Hunter, possessed.Hunter: Dinner. Hotel LaVelle. 8 PM. Don’t be late.Evelyn scoffed, her fingers tightening around her phone, her eyes blazing with a mixture of indignation and a reluctant flicker of intrigue. No polite preamble. No inquiry about her availability. Just a blunt command, thinly veiled as an invitation, delivered with the casual arrogance she had come to both despise and, inexplicably, expect. Her initial instinct was a resounding refusal. She had no
Evelyn’s heart sank, a cold, unwelcome weight settling in the pit of her stomach. “You’re kidding me,” she muttered under her breath, a wave of weary resignation washing over her. Of all the days, of all the moments for him to reappear.“Nope. Walked in here like he owned the damn place and has practically set up camp in your office. He even turned down Beatrice’s offer of a double espresso, which, knowing Hunter, means he’s not here for a polite social call. This is drama, Evelyn. Pure, unadulterated Blackwood-style drama.” Vinni’s voice was a low, urgent warning.Evelyn muttered a more potent curse under her breath, her fingers instinctively adjusting the sharp lines of her blazer, a familiar armor she donned before facing any significant confrontation. “Fine,” she said, her voice tight with forced calm. “Let’s just get this over with. Rip off the band-aid and send him back to his ivory tower.”She pushed open the door to her office, her hand firm on the cool metal handle, ready to
Three days had bled into the past since the searing image of Hunter and Sophia, bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, had burned itself into Evelyn’s memory. Three days of forced composure, of burying the unwelcome pang of hurt and a surprising stab of something akin to jealousy beneath a veneer of professional detachment. Three days of silence from him – no apologetic calls, no casual texts, nothing to acknowledge the barbed condition he had laid down for a potential partnership. And honestly, a part of her was relieved. Or at least, that’s the narrative she diligently constructed for herself, a fragile shield against the unwelcome intrusion of her lingering feelings.The usual weekday rhythm of StarLink’s headquarters pulsed around her that morning, the familiar symphony of hurried footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors, the low hum of overlapping conversations weaving through the open-plan offices. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the communal ki
“Forget him,” Vinni said with a decisive wave of her hand, her arms crossed firmly over her chest as she leaned against the edge of Evelyn’s imposing mahogany desk. Her gaze was direct, her loyalty unwavering. “Avoid that manipulative bastard for a while. He wants to rattle you, Evelyn, to see if he still has the power to provoke a reaction. And you walking in there today, composed and presenting a powerful business proposition, scared the living hell out of him. That’s why he’s resorting to acting like a petulant, jealous child.”Evelyn let out a dry, humorless laugh, the sound devoid of any real amusement. She sank into the plush leather of her executive chair with a weary sigh, the adrenaline from her confrontation with Hunter slowly draining away, leaving behind a residue of frustration and simmering anger. “He didn’t even try to be subtle about it, did he? The sheer audacity. I should have known he’d pull some underhanded stunt like that. It’s classic Hunter.”“Well, now you know
The imposing edifice of Blackwood Corp loomed before Evelyn, a sleek monument of steel and glass that seemed to pierce the very sky. Its grandeur was both intimidating and a stark reminder of the power Hunter wielded, a power she was now reluctantly seeking to tap into. She adjusted the crisp lapels of her elegant navy suit, the tailored fabric a shield against the unease churning in her stomach. Her posture was ramrod straight, her chin held high, her carefully composed exterior a mask for the turbulent emotions beneath.The proposal folder clutched in her hand was more than just a collection of meticulously researched data and persuasive projections; it was a tangible representation of her pride, her company’s precarious future resting within its sleek covers.The hushed reverence of the grand, glass-paneled lobby of Blackwood Corp felt almost suffocating.The cool, minimalist design, the silent efficiency of the staff, all contributed to an atmosphere of controlled power. Evelyn’s
The rhythmic tapping of Evelyn's pen against the edge of her mahogany desk was the only sound in the otherwise silent office, the persistent clicking a stark counterpoint to the chaotic storm raging within her.Each downward stroke was a percussive punctuation mark on the damning figures spread before her, each page of the report feeling like a personal indictment, a stark reminder of how much of her carefully constructed empire was slipping beyond her grasp. The weight of responsibility pressed down on her, a suffocating burden that threatened to crush her beneath its immensity.Vinni stood silently nearby, her posture radiating a quiet strength that belied the gravity of the situation. She watched Evelyn with a contemplative look, her usually expressive face carefully neutral, her thoughts churning with the same desperate urgency that consumed Evelyn. Then, she spoke, her voice measured, each word chosen with deliberate care.“We need a strategy, Ev,” she said, breaking the tense si
The heavy oak door of the conference room swung shut behind Evelyn with a decisive click, the sound echoing the finality of another unproductive meeting.Her expensive heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floors of the executive corridor as she walked with a determined stride toward her office, each step a metronome keeping pace with the relentless ticking of the clock counting down StarLink’s dwindling fortunes. The air in the conference room had been thick with a toxic blend of forced optimism and thinly veiled panic, a suffocating atmosphere of departmental heads desperately trying to spin disastrous figures into palatable narratives.Evelyn, however, wasn’t buying it. Years of navigating the cutthroat world of corporate finance had honed her senses, allowing her to see through the smoke and mirrors, to recognize the subtle shifts in body language that betrayed the carefully rehearsed reassurances.The reality was stark and undeniable: StarLink was bleeding money, and