(Winona)
This is my second night in the hotel and I’m expecting Lisa to come visit. But I need a shower because I’ve slept half the day, too sad to get out of bed. I had the hotel restaurant make her a cake and stock the mini bar.
Although I won’t be drinking alcohol, I’ll mix the drinks and pretend. I fly out tomorrow. I’m not even telling her I’m pregnant. I can’t tell anyone. Not if I want to keep my baby.
I need her to believe I’m okay because I can never have her come and visit me. We probably won’t see each other again for a while, unless I am sure Jayden’s mother won’t do anything to the child.
It’s my only hope right now. It’s fifteen minutes until she arrives. I text to say the hotel door is unlocked and to come right in, I’m having a shower. I get back a thumbs up.
The hot water cascades over me and I rub my hands over my belly. Soon enough I’ll start to show. I need to go where no one knows me or my past and reinvent myself and my story. I could stay here forever but I know I better get moving.
I turn off the water and grab a huge white fluffy hotel towel to wrap up in. I pull a thinner hair towel out of my toiletries bag and wrap it around my head. I grab the basin as I stand up because I feel like I’ll faint any second. Maybe the water was too hot or I bent over and stood up too quickly.
I can’t go to a doctor here. I’ll have to wait until I find somewhere to live in my old city, but nowhere near where I used to be. No one can remember who I am.
My other hand goes protectively to my abdomen as I hold the basin for support.
“You better not be pregnant.”
I opened my eyes in surprise. That isn’t Lisa’s voice, it’s Ashlyn.
“Oh my God, what are you doing in here? Get out!”
Her face twists into something I’ve never seen before. “The door was unlocked, you should be more careful.”
“You shouldn’t be snooping around trying doors. How did you know where I’m staying?”
“I guess I’m more resourceful than you think.” Her eyes follow my every move.
I do not feel safe right now and I’m glad Lisa will be here any minute. “You better leave before Lisa gets here.” I push past Ashlyn and go to the living room and open the door for her to leave.
“Are you pregnant?” She says as she advances.
“None of your business, is it?”
“I’m making it my business.”
I laugh to put her off her guard a little. “Feeling threatened, are we? Scared you might lose this man that loves you so, so much,” I say sarcastically.
“If you think a baby will change how he feels about you now, you are dead wrong. Jayden loves me now and I love him.” Her eyes are burning with hostility.
I could just slap her. Maybe she’s desperate enough to try anything to keep him with her. Maybe she already has.
“I’m not pregnant, Ashlyn.” I say in a bored voice. “Nothing would be worse for me right now. I just want to leave here and forget everything about Jayden. So just leave.”
She eyes me suspiciously.
“You better not be lying.” Her crazy eyes glare at me.
We’ve been friends for almost as long as me and Jayden were together. She was like a little sister to me. I taught her everything from schoolwork to relationships. Now she’s giving me strong stalker vibes.
Her family is rich too, but she seemed so different to them all. An only child like me. She wanted my friendship. I’ve never had anyone to look up to me like that.
It felt good to be a role model. We met at a cocktail evening Jayden’s mother was having. I went and said hello as she was alone in a corner. She’s three years younger than me and we talked about her struggles at high school. I offered to help her out.
She always copied me in everything. We did our makeup and hair together, we went shopping. I thought it was cute, but now I suspect she has been in love with Jayden for a long time. Probably from the start.
Since I’d recovered from my coma and been trying to convince Jayden about our love, Ashlyn was very supportive. But she was obviously shocked to see me back and they were obviously a lot closer than I was comfortable with.
She seemed so calm and loving to him, making him believe that she respects our marriage if that’s what he decided. Soon after I came back to find him, I realized they had more than a friendship and that his family, especially his mother, much preferred Ashlyn over me.
“Are you afraid of the day he remembers me?” I counter as she passes me to go out the door. “Afraid he’ll want what you and I both know we had again?”
Seeing her face turned as white as a sheet, gives me some satisfaction.
But then her face hardens. “Won’t matter if you’re not going to be alive when he remembers.” Her expression now really scares me. I stop myself from talking back because I have a baby to think of.
Unlike me, they all come from powerful families and endless money.
Without the Jayden I knew and loved, there’s no one to protect me or this child.
“Ashlyn, I’m leaving tomorrow. I’m not pregnant and It’s obvious Jayden loves you now. I accept that. Just let me go and live my life. I hope the two of you are very happy.”
“What in the hell is she doing here?” Lisa is storming along the hallway towards us in the doorway.
She grabs Ashlyn by the sleeve and pulls her out of the doorway away from me. “I should slap you silly. How dare you be here. You got what you wanted. Leave Winona alone or you’ll be picking gravel out of your perfect white teeth.”
“Lisa. It’s okay. She was just leaving.”
“Damn right she’s leaving.” Lisa has her hands on her hips.
Ashlyn goes past her and we go inside and shut the door. I lock it.
“What was that about? Why did you let her in here?”
“I didn’t. I’d left the door unlocked and next thing she was in the bathroom with me.”
“I’m telling you, she’s a strange one. I always thought that. Stage five clinger.”
“Look, let’s just enjoy our night. Forget her. Forget Jayden. This is a new start. Let me go and get dressed then I’ll pour us drinks.”
“Sounds perfect.”
I’m not going to cry but I want to. Tonight may be the last time I see my best friend in the whole world and I can’t even share the most amazing experience of my life with her. She would make such an awesome aunt.
But tomorrow is the start of the rest of my life. I’m giving up so much. My friends, my very best friend. My whole life as it was has changed. The more I think about existing here like this, the more that a change appeals to me.
There’s really nothing but reminders of a life I can never get back here. I know my foster-mom will love having me there and she’ll love doting on the baby. I can’t go anywhere else and start new. I need to rebuild myself.
Above all else, I need to fade away and not have anyone come looking, so not even a sniff of me being pregnant can get out. I’m quite sure everyone here will be glad to say goodbye to all the drama I’ve brought lately.
None more than Lisa. I’ve constantly asked her about the night Jayden and I slept together two months ago. She was there, so was Lance, but they swear they can’t remember anything. I may never find out who drugged Jayden that night or why.
But I’m prepared to let it go for the sake of the baby. Jayden and I are divorced and he is getting married to Ashlyn. That’s all the information I need right now.
I’ve never been so unsure about anything, but I’m not afraid to do it.
(Winona)Moving to the city I grew up in was a real struggle at first. It’s been three years and slowly each day got better. The tiny life growing inside me made me stronger. This wasn’t just about me.After giving birth to my beautiful girl, I started a little firm as a marketing and financial advisor, putting my education to use. It seemed being able to put forward proposals for successful marketing campaigns is something I’m very excellent at.All of my smaller company campaigns have been going like wildfire. Enough to get the attention of several larger firms. Bigger contracts really turn things around in the corporate world.I guess time does heal all wounds. It’s been the best time of my life since the divorce. Mostly because I’m a mother now and she is the most important thing in the world to me.Would I love being a complete family? Sure. But families come in all shapes and sizes and mine is my daughter and my foster mother who stepped in without hesitation and welcomed me and
(Jayden)It really is her. I saw her picture when my head of digital marketing brought this small firm to my attention. I see him kiss her and anger swells inside me and I get a flash of something. A pain in my head and Winona in a similar suit and me kissing her and wishing her luck for an interview.Then the pain is gone and the only thing I feel now is annoyance. How unprofessional of them. Aren’t they supposed to be business partners? I mean she has every right to move on but for some reason I can’t shake the anger right now.Her eyes are locked onto mine and her face reddens. I push open the door and stride in as if I couldn’t care less. I have a very lucrative contract in my hand and it will get signed today.I place it on the desk. “It’s all in there, you have twenty-four hours to sign. If you don’t sign, there will never be another offer from our company.”I remember the last time I told her to sign papers, three years ago. Divorce papers.She certainly isn’t crying this time
(Jayden)Something about Winona’s picture with her bright, warm smile and her shining, proud eyes triggered something inside of me. I had to see her again. Even if she’d been on the bottom of the list. Also I wasn’t surprised to see her at the top. For some reason I knew she would be the best at what she did.Something deep inside me told me she always was. As soon as I laid eyes on her I was not going to take no for an answer. He kissed and I saw her gently push him away. There’s a feeling inside me even now I don’t understand. Why him touching her should bother me, I don’t know. It doesn’t, it was just the shock of running into her again.I flick up her picture on my screen.Another vision flashes into my head: Winona, her smile was even brighter than the picture on my screen. She’s laughing and I’m spinning her around.A sharp pain hits inside my head. Damn, that hurts so bad. Maybe I should go see the doc. They did say I may have issues, especially if I started remembering. Am I
(Winona)He didn’t do anything but agree with me when I called him to say I wasn’t signing anything until we spoke in private. I’ve almost convinced myself to tell him about Abby. I’m certainly second-guessing why I need to convince him she isn’t his. Maybe it will all be okay.I haven’t heard anything from Ashlyn or his mother since the divorce, so I’m sure they don’t care one way or another now that the wedding is imminent. If they really wanted to find me and cause trouble, they could’ve done it.Jayden seemed a little strange when he came to my office last week. Like he was angry but then also confused. I guess he still sees me as the evil woman that wanted to get between him and his girlfriend. But the Brennans only do business with the best, so I know he can’t just walk away from me because the other business heads will want to know why.Jayden never lets his personal life interfere with his business.The probability that my business could get shut down due to some ancient hist
(Winona)When I got back to the hotel, my daughter greeted me with the most adorable smile and ran up for a hug. “Mommy!”“Hi sweety. Are you having fun?”“Puppy,” she says, holding up her favorite teddy.“Puppy is so cute.”She wriggles and I put her down. Someone rings the doorbell. Must be housekeeping. Abby clings to my leg.When I open the door, I find Ashlyn staring at me angrily. Abby is quite shy, so she runs off to probably go find Anne. Thank goodness, Ashlyn wouldn’t have gotten a good look at her face. I step outside and shut the door behind me.“Why are you here? Did you follow me?” I say and watch her eyebrows raise as she has seen a child and she must guess I’m now a mother.She pushes up closer. She is shaking, with anger or nervousness, I don’t know. But she is definitely upset. “You told me you weren’t pregnant.”“And I wasn’t. But I met a man and we went into business together and then started dating. Abby is the result of that. Not that it’s any of your business.
(Winona)It’s the day of the party. Boy, the week just flew past. I don’t think I’ve ever worked that hard, but I achieved what I wanted. I also didn’t have to lock horns with Jayden much and I never saw Ashlyn or his mother Judy in that time. All in all, it’s been a good week and the past hasn’t come back to haunt me as much as I thought it would. Maybe this will all be fine, after all. But then there’s Abby that no one knows about except Ashlyn, and she can’t have told Judy or Jayden yet as they would be all over me about it. I wonder why? I can’t keep her a secret for much longer and I still haven’t been able to talk to Phillip about the solution.To be honest there is no permanent solution once they all see her because she looks like her father so much and short of dying her hair and using colored contact lenses, the truth will come out eventually. If I can just determine when that will be it will help keep Abby out of any drama.Ideally, I’d like for Jayden to remember somethi
(Winona)I turn around. My heart is pounding and I’m trying to concentrate on keeping my breathing even. It’s unbelievable that I’m even here, about to be civil to these two. I’d never have thought it possible two weeks ago.I steel myself, paste a smile on my face and turn.Jayden is standing there smiling and he looks amazing in his tuxedo with Ashlyn by his side. They look perfect together, just like Jayden and I had looked perfect together at our senior prom. The night we’d finally made love for the first time.He was older now but no less sexy. Definitely more sexy than ever. Not that I had any right or need to notice. But deep inside, the sight of him still affected me like he always had. We should be a happy family right now instead of this absolute mess. But I can’t dwell on that fact. I smile at Ashlyn, clinging to Jayden’s arm.She’s wearing an off-the-shoulder red dress that hugs her super-slim body tightly. I wore that exact same style and shade to senior prom. She’d helpe
(Jayden)I hear screams and I see people gathered near the bathroom doors. Wait, is that Winona? I rushed over. What the hell has happened? Ashlyn is on the floor and Winona is standing over her. I see Phillip moving quickly towards them too and many eyes are interested.Damn it. It will be all over the media channels tomorrow.Now I’m close enough to hear Ashlyn’s words.“I didn’t know it was yours. I’m sorry! Please don’t push me again!” Ashlyn pleads.I see Winona roll her eyes. “Push you? I should kick your ass, is what I should do.” Winona says. “But honestly I can’t be bothered wasting the energy on either of you.” Winona glares at me.“Ashlyn? What happened?” I ask but my eyes are still locked with Winona’s.Ashlyn sobs her words. “She snatched the necklace from me and pushed me over. She’s a bitch. She hates me.”I help Ashlyn up and see the nail marks on her neck. “What the actual fuck are you doing attacking my Fiancée?” I demand.Winona looks surprisingly calm. She just s
(Winona)Lisa stares out the window, chewing on the corner of her nail—something she only does when she’s about two seconds away from a full-on meltdown.The highway stretches out ahead, I can’t stop thinking about Logan Bennett. Lance’s twin. A walking, talking ghost we never knew existed. I can only imagine how rocked Lisa must feel.I grip the steering wheel. “You good?” Lisa lets out a short laugh, but it’s hollow. “Define ‘good.’ Because if it means questioning my entire reality while also wanting to throw myself into traffic, then yeah. I’m fucking great.” I glance at her. “You’re not throwing yourself into anything except maybe a bath later with a gallon of wine.” “I think any alcohol now might result in me making myself obnoxious. You know how I get.” Lisa stares out her window again.Then she continues talking. “I seriously thought I was hallucinating, Winona. Like, actual delusions. One minute I’m faking my way through this business gig, the next I’m staring at Lance—exc
(Lisa)The lights are too bright, the sheets too crisp, and everything feels weird. I blink slowly, my head pounding. My mouth tastes like I’ve been chewing cotton balls for breakfast. Where the hell am I? Then it hits me. The office. The meeting. Lance. I sit up too fast, and the room spins like I’m on some twisted carnival ride. I feel something in my arm and see an IV. There are monitors and things stuck on me.Shit, I’m in a hospital.A groan slips out before I can stop it, and suddenly there’s a nurse by my side, her face all sympathy and no-nonsense professionalism. “Easy now,” she says, pressing a cool hand to my wrist. “You fainted, remember? You weren’t responsive for a while. But the drip has done its job.” Fainted? Right. That’s what normal people do when they think they’ve seen their dead ex-lover casually standing in a boardroom like it’s just another Tuesday. “Okay... fainted,” I mumble, rubbing my temples. “Great. That’s just... fantastic.” The nurse offers me a
(Jayden)The kids are sprawled across the living room floor, their energy buzzing like they’ve downed three bags of sugar each. Henry’s babbling as he stacks blocks, while Abbey and Sarah argue about whether they should play schools or princesses. Bobby is pretending not to care, phone in hand. Anne is at the shops.It’s noisy and busy, just like normal. I think of Winona and Lisa. I wonder how they are going with the meeting? I pat my pocket, then the other side.“Guys, I left my phone outside on the bench. Try not to kill each other and watch Henry while I go and grab it.”They all look at me and nod and keep doing what they are doing. Henry seems taken with his blocks, so I whip out through the kitchen and out the back door.I see I’ve missed a call and she’s left a message. I scoop up my phone and head back inside to listen to the message. I won’t call back yet, they may be in the meeting still.I hurry back in and check out the kids. No one has moved. Great. I listen to the mes
(Mia)Gus walks through the living room slowly, his gaze flicking over the ornate furnishings, the heavy curtains, the marble-topped tables.His fingers trail along the edge of a sideboard, and for a moment, he looks lost in thought. “You okay?” He glances at me. “It’s strange being here without her and having all her stuff still here. I’ll see that it’s all collected. There’s some valuable pieces here.” “Judy’s gone,” I say bluntly, shrugging my shoulders. “You’ll have to get used to it. This place is part of Brennan Industries now, I believe.” His mouth tightens, and he doesn’t respond. Instead, he turns his attention to the window, looking out at the street below. I don’t know what he’s thinking, and honestly, I don’t care.Gus being here isn’t my concern—what he wants is. I know he says he’s here to pick up Mama, but that doesn’t fool me.“You didn’t come here to reminisce,” I say. “What do you want?” He turns back to me, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I want to know where y
(Winona)Lisa’s body is sprawled awkwardly on the sleek office floor, and my heart nearly stops as I drop to my knees beside her.“I’m Logan Bennett.” The sound of Logan’s voice, Lance’s voice, steady but sharp, slices through the haze of my panic.I glance up at him. Neater haircut, lesser designer suit, but that is Lance Collins right there.What the actual fuck is going on? No wonder she collapsed.“I’m calling 911,” he says, his phone already to his ear. “St James Hospital is close.”“Lisa!” I whisper, shaking her gently. Her skin feels clammy, her breathing shallow but steady. “Come on, Lis, wake up.” I turn her over to the recovery position. She is breathing but she isn’t waking up.Logan lowers his phone. “Paramedics are on the way.” His gaze flickers between Lisa and me, worry etched into his expression. “Is she…?”“She’s breathing,” I say. “But she’s not waking up.”Logan crouches down, his movements deliberate and calm, and for a moment, his presence reminds me so much of La
(Lisa)I can’t breathe.Meeting this CEO is going to be the death of me. I’ve been throwing up from nerves all morning.I adjust my blazer, trying to act like I’m not about to pass out, and glance over at Winona, who’s giving me the look—the one that says she’s about two seconds away from laughing at me.I’ve never worn a damn blazer in my life. Give me a mini-dress any day.“You know, I didn’t sign up for this level of stress. I thought we were just going to grab lunch with some rich guy, not audition for a role in The Apprentice,” I mutter under my breath, trying to hide the shaky hands clutching my bag.Winona raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “It’s not The Apprentice. Just act like you know what you’re doing. And for God’s sake, don’t spill a drink on the guy.”“Drink, do you think he’ll offer some bubbles?” I deadpan.“It’s 9am, I think not, I meant coffee.”“Damn.”“You’ll survive.”“Barely. I’m not cut out for this crap.”“You know it. I’ll always b
(Winona)The soft cry of a baby envelopes me. At first, it’s faint, like it’s coming from another room. Then it grows louder, more insistent. I’m fumbling, trying to pinpoint the direction, but I can’t find it. My hands press against empty air, the cries getting louder. I’m coming, baby. I’m coming. I wake with a gasp, my chest so tight I can’t draw a breath back in. My hands grip the sheets. It’s like I’ve been running. But I’m in bed. My bed.I look over and see Jayden isn’t beside me. But bright sun is coming through the window. I must have slept late.The room is still. I finally suck a breath into my lungs. No baby crying. No baby to find. No baby.The realization twists. I sit up, forcing myself to breathe slowly, deliberately. “It’s just a dream,” I whisper, running a hand through my hair. “Just a stupid dream.” ***After dressing in a loose shirt and jeans, I decide to head downstairs. The scent of coffee and toast wafts up, warm and inviting. I can hear the kids’ chat
(Cass)I stride through the penthouse, my stiletto heels clicking against the marble floor with purpose.I know I look good—stunning, actually. This dress hugs every curve just right, and the deep emerald green makes my eyes pop.Tonight is about reminding myself that I have a feminine side and I’m not afraid to use it. Gabriel may have been part of my past, but I’m going to show him just how irresistible the present me is. But as I head towards the elevator, Viktor steps out, his tall frame filling the space and his expression hard as stone. He crosses his arms and plants himself directly in front of the doors. “Ready for your date then??” he asks, his voice low, almost a growl. “You know I am,” I reply, refusing to let him intimidate me. “Unless you plan to stand there all night.” His eyes rake over me, lingering just a second too long on the neckline of my dress before snapping back to my face. “You’re really going out with Gabriel.” It’s not a question. “Yes, I am.” I tilt my
(Jayden)I find her on her laptop. “How are you really feeling?” I ask, standing by the edge of the bed. She looks up, her eyes softening. “Tired, but okay. It’s good to be home. That makes me feel one thousand percent better. You’ve got that look.”“What look?” I ask, kicking off my shoes and stripping down to my boxers.“The one that says you’ve got something weighing on you,” she replies, her tone softer now.I sigh, running a hand through my hair and sit on the edge of the bed. “It’s Cass. She’s in danger, Winona. Real danger.”Winona shifts, her eyes narrowing with concern. “What kind of danger? How?”“Don Alejandro, he hasn’t been arrested. He’s gone underground and he’s still calling the shots,” I say, my voice low.“But Cass has nothing to do with him, or Mia anymore. Gus cleared her of anything drug-related. How can she be in danger?”“Cass went to her old apartment. To clear it up. Trying to make a clean slate, I think. While she was there, they turned up.”“Who?”“Mia fir