My grip on my purse weakened, my heart dropped, racing slightly."What does he want?" I managed to ask. Did he already find out I was with Greg? Was he stalking me?! Tracking my every move? "It must be about work, don't worry about it.""You can come with me if...""No," I replied quickly, "I still have a lot of things to do at the office," I lied.As Greg entered his car, I swallowed with the urge to say, "Please don't tell him I'm here." Instead, I stood there, frozen, watching his car gradually disappear from sight.A strange chill crept over me, and I couldn't shake the feeling that everything was happening too fast.I was mistaken, there was no thrill in defying Gavin. It felt like I was asking for his wrath instead. That I could handle, but what if he extended his wrath to Greg? I mean, he was the devil of Darion Town for a reason.I took out my phone, pacing around restlessly. My hand hovered over the screen.Finally determined, I clicked on his number. Gavin's POVMy phon
Gavin’s POVI shot to my feet, and stormed out of my office. Franklyn followed behind, I knew he was buzzing with questions, yet he knew better than to ask any of them when I was sizzling with obvious anger.As I passed my reception, my assistant hopped out of his seat, running after me with my schedule. “Sir you have the next meeting with…”“Cancel!” I bellowed, as I pulled the exit door open.“Stop and think for a moment!” Franklyn growled. I paused, turning to face him. “What?”“I don’t know where you’re going but I know you’re about to do something reckless and it never ends well.”“Stay out of it, it’s my business.” I retorted, my eyes flashing with irritation.Jessie’s text message had me reeling in anger. The mere idea that she thought she could choose being an assistant to that obnoxious jerk over our marriage was the main reason I was losing my mind. “At least let me drive,” Franklyn said, his face filled with darn concern.I tossed my key to him and hopped into the backs
Note:For better character development and story flow, I will now be using third POV for this story. Thanks for understanding!Chapter 35After the wedding— after the luxurious wedding ceremony uniting Gavin Pierre and Jessie Ford— their lives became public property.The wedding didn’t just announce their union, it invited hated hateful eyes into their home. Candace had been divorced three months ago, and you know what they say about divorces; it hurts the one who loved the most, and in this case, Candace loved most. Watching Gavin stand in his beautiful garden with the woman who tore them apart, bitterness and loneliness came pouring back. LIt struck her then— she wasn’t going to sit idle as she thought. In fact, she would be very busy— busy tearing them apart just as Jessie had done to her five years ago.Although Candace knew it wouldn’t be easy— Gavin loved Jessie, and he wouldn’t let her go easily— her plans were strengthened by Greg Benedict. She had seen him at dinner, pin
For the last four days, Gavin Pierre had cooped up himself in the house. He couldn’t bring himself to go to work, or do anything else for that matter. He couldn't even face anyone else.The text message on his phone was the only thing he looked at even though it was driving him crazy.After that night— the night Greg answered her phone, Gavin felt like he was losing his mind.He refused to believe that Jess was there permanently. He repeatedly told himself that Jess was there that night for work, and she would not just throw away their marriage.He patiently waited for her to return his call. He waited for her to come back home. He didn’t even go to work, not want to miss her when she came home.But the longer he waited, the more he lost his mind.He had gotten so tired watching his phone, expecting her call such that he buried the phone in his closet just to stay sane.On the fourth day, his phone buzzed in the closet, persistently. Reluctantly, Gavin grabbed it. Realizing it was
Jess found her way to her mother’s hospital room after saying goodbye to Greg. The familiar scent of antiseptic and beeping from machines filled the air as she stepped in. Though her mother was still unconscious, the doctors assured her that she would alright. Jess ran her fingers lightly across the bed’s edge, watching the faint rise and fall of her mother’s chest.As she went over to the counter to settle the bills, the nurse gave her a soft smile. “Your husband already paid ma’am.” Jess stood, too stunned to speak. Gavin’s hurt expression flashed through her mind and a lump formed in her chest, bringing tears welled up her eyes.“Is everything alright, dear?” Uncle Sam’s voice broke her thoughts.“Yes uncle,” she answered quickly, wiping the tears that had bean to fall.Uncle Sam nodded even though he didn’t believe her. Offering her a bottle of water, he said, “You look pale, Jess. I will take care of her, you go back home and rest.”Jessie turned to Uncle Sam, on some other
Gavin had not expected anyone in his house. Let alone Jessie. From what he remembered, she was living with Greg. She was in his arms last night. She came to the hospital with him. But when he saw her sleeping on his couch, his first instinct was to clean up since he looked like a mess. While in the bathroom, he couldn’t stop wondering why she came. “Did she come to get her things?”“Is she moving out already?”He hurried out of the bathroom, his heart filled with thoughts and questions.It was until he saw the shocked expression on Jessie’s face that he realized he had been asking the wrong questions. The right one was… “what if she had come to talk things out?”“Shit.” He cussed, as he entered the living room. The brown envelope in Jessie’s hand contained the document that would their marriage and even though he wanted to take it from her and rip it into pieces, he held his cool.He had been pathetic for the last four days, he refused to continue in that way.“Thanks for clean
On that fateful day, the very day she left Gavin’s home, Ryan kept calling her, pestering her, texting her to meet up.She had ignored them all. She didn’t want to meet with him. If anything, she wanted him to vanish from her life. But Ryan persisted, calling like she was owing him. Finally, she answered and gave him a place to meet.“He did what?!” Gavin exploded, his voice thundering the quiet house.“He… uh… proposed in a grand style,” Jessie repeated, as if the words themselves could express the embarrassment she felt that day.“When I walked into that fancy restaurant, it was decorated with a proposal theme, and I thought it was for someone else, instead he knelt down and proposed in front of every one.”Gavin could not believe his ears. He had not expected that Ryan would make good his threat, yet he couldn’t also ignore the gnawing omen in his mind that there was a reason for his behavior. “I was so embarrassed." Jess continued, "People started taking pictures of us and cheer
Gavin reclined on his car seat, seeing nothing, hearing nothing, mind blank. The question repeatedly playing on his mind was one. How could he protect Jess from the impending disaster?She probably had no idea what was happening.The internet didn’t care about the truth— they only believed whatever they wanted to believe.And now, Ryan had given them what to believe— she was his beloved girlfriend, who was snatched from him by his wealthy uncle. He could almost see the headlines boldly written on his windscreen, and he honestly didn’t care about them but… Jessie. She was just 24, she still had her life ahead of her. Would she survive the hate?Candace’s offer stood, staring at him in the face. He had flatly rejected the offer, but looking at the situation, he needed any help he could get, and Candace Remington was good at manipulating people.Gavin tightened his seat belt, stepped on the gas, and drove out of the cardboard building Ryan called his office.As if Candace had known, sh