What can a woman do when her husband lost his memory and was now in love with another woman? Three years ago, I lay in a coma for a year after a car accident. When I woke up, not only didn’t my husband remember me, but he loves another woman, Ashlyn. But I didn’t give up on us. Two months ago we got drunk, and we slept together for the first time in two years. But the next morning, Jayden was angrier than ever. He was convinced that he was drugged which was just another scheme of mine to win him back… I can’t forget the image of him staring at me with no emotions in his eyes and hands me the Divorce Agreement. Then I find out I was pregnant. The tiny life growing inside me made me stronger. Now it’s been three years and slowly each day got better. I started a little firm as a marketing and financial advisor, putting my education to use. My business partner, Phillip, has been helping me grow the company and we have grown very close. Phillip was so overwhelmed with emotion today since we are signing our biggest deal; his lips are on mine before I can stop him. When I turn around, the man standing at our glass door, glaring in at me and Phillip, is my ex-husband Jayden Brennan himself. Is there jealousy in his eyes? What does he want now?
View More(Jayden)Cass’s words echo loudly in my head as I stride from the kitchen. I shove the door open and step outside, breathing in cold air, letting it cool me down.But it doesn’t. My thoughts twist tighter around her words.Winona would’ve been better off if she’d never met you. Damn it, she’s right.How could she not be?Without me, Winona’s life would have been easier, simpler. She’d have gone on to make her life successful. She always had natural talent, flair and a work rate that’s second to none. Of course she didn’t need me to make her life successful.Isn’t that why two people come together as one unit? To better each other. To make their dreams and aspirations come true. To achieve and grow together and come out he the other side having learned something?But I don’t think I’ve done that with Winona, for Winona.A life free of me would have been much less complicated and dangerous for her.Free of my mother’s toxic presence and her obsessive hate, her lies and manipulations.
(Cass)I’m halfway through untying my apron after shift when I hear Jayden’s voice.“Cass.”I toss the apron onto the hook. “You’re two hours late for lunch, sorry. Kitchen’s closed.”He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t even try. “Do you know where Gabriel is?”Not this again. “If I do, then it’s none of your business.”“Just tell me where he is.”Jayden can be so damn demanding. Like he thinks the world will bend at his will. “He’s currently in a jet.”“A jet?”“Yes, you know, flying…”“Where to?”“Back to the States. He does have a business to run.”Gabriel left this morning. I’ve told him I’m not looking for anything serious. I want to focus on me. He was cool with it. Said if I needed anything to let him know.But I need to do this on my own. It’s exciting to be at the edge of something. The edge of launching my life.“I need Gabriel’s number.”“Don’t you have it?”“No. Why would I need it?”“Good question, why do you need it now?” I probe.“Are you giving it to me or not?”I reach for my b
(Mia)Don Alejandro sits in the dim light of a single, flickering bulb, looking at me like he still holds all the cards.This dingy, concrete-lined room is where he’s been relegated to. His supporters have fast jumped ship. He’s requested I meet him here which means he’s worried.He knows his ship is sinking. But that won’t stop him trying to claw his way back.“Mia,” he says smoothly. “You came. I wondered if you might join the stinking rats abandoning me.”I don’t move. I don’t speak. I just stare at him.He gestures to the chair across from him. “Sit.”I don’t.His smile tightens. “Do you have something you want to say to me?”“It’s over, Abuelo. They will be here to take you to jail soon.”He smiles that dark, evil smile. “It will never be over for me. Even from their jail, I will rise again.”I grip the gun inside my jacket pocket, my fingers stiff and cold around the metal.“Not this time.”“I thought you were smarter than this,” he continues, watching me like he’s sizing up pre
(Winona)I pull into the driveway, rubbing my eyes. Exhaustion seems to be my constant state lately.I haven’t had a proper night’s sleep in forever. Every time I go to sleep, I hear crying and wake.Work helps me get the point of crashing. But the dreams always come before I wake. Now all this with Lisa. Jayden and I just going through the motions. It feels like I can’t talk to anyone.I step out of the car and stretch my neck, already thinking about whether I have the energy to eat before I crash. Then I see her. Like an angel.Klara stands on my porch, arms crossed, watching me. I’m sure she already knows everything I’m about to say before I even open my mouth. But she will let me say it anyway.“Klara?” My voice comes out unsteady, and I hate it. I run up the steps.She steps forward her expression gentle but unwavering. “Ah, kicsim, it is good to see you.” Her Hungarian accent and endearment is music to my ears.Something in me buckles. Why didn’t I think of calling her before?S
(Cass)I stretch, rolling my shoulders as I pull my jeans on. Gabriel is still sprawled across the bed. His arms are folded behind his head. He has no shame in his naked body.No reason why he should. He’s magnificent. He’s also watching me with that smug expression that makes me want to slap and kiss him at the same time. “You’re in a hurry?” he asks as I finish getting dressed.“I have things to do before my shift.” He raises a brow. “Oh yeah? Anything more interesting than what we just did?” “That was a tension release. Chef Valois wants a new plant-based soup.” A knock at the door makes me freeze. Gabriel groans. “Tell me that’s room service. I’m starving.” I pick up a pillow and throw it at his face. “It must be Jayden. Stay put.” He shrugs.Another knock. Louder this time. Gabriel pushes off the bed, already heading for the door. “Don’t—” But he doesn’t stop. He just keeps going.“Gabriel! Put something on at least.” I run after him with a towel as he heads for the fron
(Winona)I’m brushing my hair, half-dressed for work, when my phone vibrates on the dresser. Lisa’s name flashes on the screen.I hesitate. We left things on uneasy ground. But maybe this is her reaching out to smooth things over, and honestly, I want that. I hit accept. “Hey.”Lisa exhales on the other end. “Hey. I wanted to catch you before I go to work.”“I’ll never get used to you saying you’re going to work.”“You won’t have to. I’m leaving.”“The charities?”“The charities, the city. The state. Maybe even the country.”I blink, caught off guard. “Leave?”“There’s nothing left for me here, Winona.” Her voice is steadier now, almost eerily calm. “I don’t want to run the charities. I don’t want to be a mom.”My stomach twists. “Lisa, you don’t have to leave.”“I do. I can’t hide this forever. It will be endless comments and questions. I can’t be seen pregnant and then with no baby.”“You can go and have the baby and then come back. No one has to know.” “I need a clean slate.”“Lis
(Jayden)I sit in my office, staring at my computer. Winona’s last message on my mind. We’re good. We’re not. I know deep down she doesn’t mean that right now. But this is what happens when billion-dollar business empires get involved. Hard choices have to be made and they are not always the romantic ones.Even having enough money to go do whatever the hell we want doesn’t mean we get to do that… far from it. Winona and I have both made a commitment to these respective businesses and every single employee in them.We can’t just walk away when things get tough. Like a marriage. But I know I need to fix this little bleed before it becomes a gaping wound. She’s in an emotionally fragile state now. I know that. Emotions make things messy.I’ve called Viktor in because he is the logical, call-me-on-my-shit attitude I need right now. At this point I’m not sure that downing tools and heading back to Winona is the right thing to do. But I can’t ignore that we are in crisis.I love her. I
(Lisa)Logan is waiting near my office when I walk in, coffee cup in hand. “Good morning.”“Is it?”I don’t even make it to my desk before he speaks again. “How are you?” he shuts the door behind him.I let out a sharp exhale. “If you mean, did I tell Winona yet? The answer is yes.”Logan nods, watching me carefully. “And?”I drop my bag onto my desk, resisting the urge to rub at the tension in my neck. “And it went as well as you’d expect.”“Which is?”I let out a humorless laugh. “Pretty shit. She took it like Winona takes everything—with too much feeling and too much hope. And I gave her bith barrels because I’m pissed at the world silently judging me.”“Or pissed at yourself for judging yourself.”“Whatever.”Logan doesn’t know me well enough to know when to stop. “She wants you to wait and see if you’ll change your mind.”“Obviously.” I grab a water bottle from my fridge and eye all the different packaged drinks stocked in there. “I don’t need all this crap in my fridge. No point
(Winona) My phone vibrates against the kitchen counter.Jayden’s name flashes on the screen. Not the family call, just him. I hesitate for a second before picking up. “Hey. I hope you’re still going to talk to the kids later…” His voice is low, a little tired. “Sure am. Just wanted to check in after your message. There’s something important behind that ‘miss you’ isn’t there?” Something in me softens at that. “It’s so good to hear your voice.” “You’ve been on my mind too. Okay, spill the tea.” I sit down on the stool at the island. “Lisa and I had a fight Sunday night.” Jayden is quiet for a beat. “Yeah?” I rub my temple. “It was bad. She wasn’t herself and I’m sure she never meant all she said… but she finally told me what she’s been hiding. Well, I guessed and asked her.” Jayden doesn’t rush me, just waits. I let out a slow breath. “She’s pregnant.” The silence on the line is absolute. Then, “Lisa?” “Yeah.” Jayden exhales sharply. “Wow.” “That’s not even the big part.”
(Winona)It’s been two months since I saw my husband Jayden. I’m almost positive he’s coming to ask me for a divorce right now but I’m not giving up.Three years ago, after a car accident, he lost his memory, and I lay in a coma for a year. When I woke up, all I wanted to do was see him again. All I wanted was for us to be the couple we once were. When I found him, it was like a knife straight through my heart. Not only didn’t he remember me, but he loved another woman, Ashlyn. My heart pounds and tears swell in my eyes as I listen to the husband I love speak to me over a call like he hates me more than anything else in the world.“Despite what you did, I’m coming there,” he seethes over the phone. “I want this over once and for all and I’m coming back to see that happens. I’ll be there at dinner time.”He believes I drugged him into sleeping with me two months ago. “I did nothing. This is all a mistake, if only you could remember how much we loved each other…” I beg. “Don’t start ...
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