The living room was inexplicably quiet. The guests are long gone and the servants have returned to their chambers but the members of the family are still up and gathered with solemn faces. I watch all of them, one after the other.Aiden had no guilt on his face, in fact, he looked like he wanted this meeting to be done quickly so he could continue with what he was doing.Joyceline looked nonchalant which made me understand that this was probably something that they did on multiple occasions.Andrea had a grim expression on his face. I suspected that she must have known about this but why would she allow her son to do this to me?Jessica had the same expression as her mother. At last, his cousin brother, Alan. He simply looked at me with cold eyes. I never understood why he was always acting like this.“Sydney, how dare you ruin this anniversary by ending it abruptly?” Andrea asked me.“Mother…”“Don’t call me that!” She cut me off.I hold back the tears that threatened to fall. “I’m
*** Spencer ***“Welcome to LA City, Spencer!” Max shrieked in excitement with his arms open, expecting a hug from me.I shove his arms aside and grunt. “I hate the atmosphere of this place,” I muttered.Max exploded in laughter. “Don’t worry, you’ll like it when you have a taste of the city fun!”I groan but say nothing. This is the city where I grew up but due to some circumstances, my mother and I had to leave. We went to Mexico and started a new life there. I spent twenty years in Mexico and just three years ago, I established my own company. Although it was doing well and earning profits , I had a recent backlash from the people with a lot of criticisms due to the absence of a CEO. Max is the one who has been managing my company ever since it was established but when the issue was raised, he demanded that I come back home and resolve the problem.However, my mother was able to convince me to relocate to the city entirely which means starting a new life here. I hate this place bec
My eyes are heavy as I try to force them to open fully. I stirred my body on the bed and stretched out my muscles, it has been ages since I have slept so peacefully. But last night was different, I can’t remember vividly what happened but it was a good one. I manage to sit up and yawn loudly, raising my hands and dropping them on the bed. I freeze when I feel the warmth by my side, someone was here with me and from the looks of it, whoever it was must have left early.Then all of a sudden, my memories with the lady from the club flood in. From when she walked into the club with her friend to when I approached her and we started a conversation, then to when I asked her to dance with me and then finally when I asked her to sleep with me and she agreed!It was one of the most memorable moments in my life. She was sweet and passionate and our love making was something I’ve never experienced with any woman at all. Where are you, Sydney?“Sydney…” I call her name softly. I enter the bathro
**Unknown**I relax on the couch as I watch the recently published news about Spencer. I watch the television intently, seeing as he talks about his leave from the city and his subsequent return. I blow my smoke as a hard grin crafts at the side of my lips. What a pleasant surprise to see Spencer in the city and with the revelation that he is the CEO of Spencer group, I am satisfied with the turnout of events. This proves that I can start again on my journey to ruin the man that destroyed me in the first place. Tessa enters the living room and stands by my side. After watching the news for a few minutes, she picks up the remote and switches off the television. She turns to stare at me for some time, then stamps her feet angrily on the ground.“Well, are you not going to say anything?” She asked with a plastered scowl on her face.“Say what exactly?” I asked back, knowing exactly what she wanted to hear.“So you are just going to sit back and watch the news as if it’s not raising the
** Sydney **“I can’t believe that I slept with him!” I exclaimed with a loud voice.Lydia groaned and shook her head. “It is not a big deal, Syd. It’s not like Aiden is going to know if you slept with someone else or not, he probably won’t even care if you did. Just let it go,” she said.“Not a big deal? Lydia, I can’t believe that this is coming from you!” I exhaled in frustration.I stood up and paced around the bedroom with my hands on my waist. I am feeling guilty about it and my mind is not at rest. How can I sleep with a random guy who I just met in less than twenty four hours? I am still married for goodness sake!What if Aiden finds out about Joyceline and her lies, then decides to get back together with me? This would blow up the chances that I have to reunite with my husband.“Look, Sydney. Aiden cheated on you with Joyceline, your best friend. You go to the club and sleep with someone, take it as a good scope for revenge.”“There is nothing like revenge on this one. I neve
I whistle in excitement as I get ready to go shopping for my baby stuff. Lydia was at work so I would be going alone, she was actually the one who had convinced me to do this today. I feel more fresh than ever as I step out in baggy pants and a crop top, my stomach is as flat as ever and no one will even suspect that I am pregnant. I head to the biggest baby mall in the city. It’s quite expensive but the money I have is able to purchase whatever I want from the mall. All of this is for my baby and I can’t wait to see how my pregnancy journey will be.Whistling my favourite song, I enter the mall and request for a checklist from the receptionist. The checklist helps first time mothers to know exactly what they want to buy for their babies - the necessary things exactly.Seeing that diapers and wipes are first on the list, I walk around the mall to look for their section. It took me a few minutes to locate it and I began to stock my basket with loads of diapers.Someone clears their th
** Spencer **I relax inside the walls of the magnificent office, which is decorated to my taste. There is a glass demarcation with the other small space being carved out as my personal assistant’s office. Even with the sharing of space, I am satisfied with the size of my own office. This proves how much progressive my company has made over the years of my absence. I sighed in relief that things were turning out well for me in the business industry, but the untold shadows of my past were lurking around my mind. I can feel it.While I have not been contacted by anyone from my past, I feel like it would be best if I don’t come across any of them ever again. Because right now, I can feel the rage as it burns inside me. I call myself a coward for running away in the first place. I should have stood my ground and took back what belonged to me.“Spencer?” A female voice called my name softly.The first person that comes into my mind is Sydney. I have been thinking about her ever since we h
“Max, do you think that Miriam really meant what she said?” I asked in deep thoughts.“About what?”“Getting married to me if she clocks thirty and is still single.”Max groaned in frustration. “Did you fall for that crap?”I ruffle my hair in confusion. Even though Miriam had debunked whatever she had just said, covering it up as a joke. I still have that feeling that she was dead serious about it. I got the chills because I’m aware that Miriam likes me, not just as a friend anymore. The likeness is slowly becoming more intimate but the issue is that it’s coming from her side, not mine.My heart has fluttered for only one woman and she was Sydney. The one night stand wasn’t like others that I forgot about easily. This one was still fresh in my mind and made me feel hard anytime I remember how beautiful her moans were. So even if Miriam opened several doors of opportunities for me to date her, I would choose Sydney one thousand times over her.Don’t get me wrong - I value my friendsh
** Sydney ** The day had finally arrived. The warm sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the bridal suite, casting a soft glow over everything it touched. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection in awe. The white dress I wore was a dream, elegant and simple, yet breathtaking in its detail. The lace sleeves hugged my arms, and the fabric flowed down like a waterfall, pooling gently at my feet. I could hardly believe it was me. I couldn’t help but smile, my heart fluttering with excitement. Today was the day I would marry Spencer—the man who had walked into my life at a time when I needed him the most, and the man I had grown to love more than I ever thought possible. The past few months had been a whirlwind, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just us. There was a knock at the door, and Lydia, my best friend and now my maid of honor, peeked her head in. “You ready?” she asked with a grin. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, my voice shaking sli
Elizabeth was sitting calmly in the living room, her legs were crossed and I could feel the elegance as it emanated from her calmness. My heartbeat was louder than the sound that came from the movie that she was watching in the television."Mom, you're here," Spencer said to get her attention.She turned around and smiled at him, when she looked at me, she maintained a mild expression before looking back at her son. "Yes, Spencer. I was bored at my place so I decided to come over and see you and Sydney," she replied to him.Spencer ordered a tray of fruits for his mom while we settled down to keep her company."You are looking healthy, Sydney," she complimented me."Thank you," I said with nervousness. I felt like my nervous system was going to break down any minute from now."Spencer, can you spare me twenty minutes of a private moment with Sydney?" Elizabeth asked her son.Spencer nodded and stood up, "Okay."As soon as he left, my heart sank further because I thought that Elizabeth
** Sydney**I felt his touch on my hair and earlobe and neck, his hands were all over my face but his touch was gentle, sweet and arousing. I stirred my eyes open slowly, I didn't want to wake up in the first place because the last few events have been exhausting for me.Learning the truth in the most painful manner was exhausting enough for me, I was glad that I was done with the Talker's family although it was not yet official. Aiden had really used my heart and broken it into a million pieces but in the darkest of hearts, I have found Spencer and he was willing to be my ride or die for life and nothing was going to change that forever."Good morning, sleepy head," Spencer murmured in my eyes and I giggled, that sweet feeling of being a loved woman has returned to me again."Spencer, why are you disturbing I and the baby so early in the morning?" I asked, pretending to be angry at him.He kissed my forehead and then my baby bump that was more visible now, we were almost at sixteen w
** Sydney ** I had thought about it for days before deciding to make the trip to see Joyceline. Part of me had wanted to avoid her altogether, to leave everything she had done in the past where it belonged—behind me. But there was another part, the part that needed closure, that needed to confront her, not out of anger or vengeance, but to finally put everything to rest. The drive to the jail was long, giving me too much time to think. As I parked the car and walked inside, my heart beat steadily in my chest, though I wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or resolve. It felt surreal, walking into this place, knowing that the woman who had once been my friend had turned against me in such a cruel way. They led me through the dimly lit hallways to a small room, separated by a pane of glass. Joyceline would be brought in soon, and I would finally face her. I sat down on the cold metal chair, my fingers tapping lightly on the surface of the table as I waited. When she entered, escorted by
** Sydney ** The pen trembled slightly in my hand as I hovered over the final line of the divorce papers. It was surreal to think that after everything, it was finally coming to an end. My marriage to Aiden—the lies, the manipulation, the deceit—was all about to be over with one stroke of a pen. I let out a deep breath and pressed the ink down, signing my name for the last time as his wife. It was done. I was free. I sat back in my chair, feeling both a weight lift off my chest and a strange emptiness settle in its place. It wasn’t like I was sad to see Aiden go. In fact, I was relieved. But the reality of it all—how much I had endured, how much I had fought for, only to end up here—left me feeling raw, exposed. “You alright?” Spencer’s voice cut through my thoughts, gentle but concerned. He was sitting across from me, his eyes soft as he watched me. I nodded, giving him a small smile. “Yeah. It’s just… surreal.” He reached across the table and took my hand, giving it a comfortin
** Spencer ** “Sydney, we need to talk about this now,” I said. She nodded, biting her lip as she tried to hold back more tears. “I just… I don’t know what to do or say now.” I gently took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll figure it out, Sydney. You’re strong. And whatever you decide, I’ll be here for you. Always.” She looked up at me, her eyes filled with gratitude, and for a moment, the tension in the room lifted. We sat there in silence, just the two of us, and for the first time in a long time, I felt like maybe—just maybe—things would be okay again. I stayed close to Sydney, watching as the emotions played across her face. Her eyes, once filled with hurt and confusion, softened slightly as the reality of everything settled in. I could see the exhaustion in her, both from the ordeal with Aiden and the emotional rollercoaster she’d been on ever since he came back into her life. For a moment, I didn’t know what else to say. I just held her hand, letting the sil
Spencer’s POV I lost track of time after they took Sydney in. The sterile hospital walls felt like they were closing in, and the ticking of the clock in the waiting room was deafening. I kept pacing, back and forth, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios. What if the drug Joyceline gave her had lasting effects? What if the baby was harmed? Every minute felt like a lifetime. Max had come by earlier, sitting with me for a bit before he had to head out. His presence had been grounding, but now I was alone, back to circling the room. The nurses occasionally gave me sympathetic looks, but none of them had any answers. I ran my hands through my hair for what felt like the hundredth time. I couldn’t lose her. Not now. Not after everything. Finally, after what seemed like hours, the door to the waiting room swung open. I spun around, my heart pounding as the doctor walked in, clipboard in hand. I rushed up to him before he could even say a word. “How is she? Is Sydney okay? And the bab
**Spencer** The tension in the police van was palpable, the hum of the engine the only sound breaking the silence as we raced toward the location Collins had texted me. My hands were clenched tight, knuckles white from the grip I had on my phone. The moment the message had come through, I knew this was it—this was where Joyceline was holding Sydney. A sense of dread had been eating at me ever since I found out what Joyceline had planned. I should have seen it coming. After all, she was never one to back down, especially not when it came to getting what she wanted. But this… this was insane, even for her. I glanced at the police officers sitting beside me, their faces grim and focused. They had been briefed, and they knew how delicate this situation was. Sydney was pregnant, and any wrong move could not only endanger her but also the baby. The head of the task force, Officer Richards, looked over at me. “We’re almost there. Stay calm, Martin. We’ll handle this.” I nodded, swallowin
** Sydney ** I sat at the café, stirring the spoon in my coffee absentmindedly. The tension in my stomach hadn’t eased since Joyceline had called. I glanced at the door every few seconds, scanning each new arrival. My nerves were on high alert, and it didn’t help that Joyceline had always been good at getting under my skin. I tried to recall the last time we had spoken before everything exploded. She was the person I trusted with everything, my best friend—or at least, she had been before the betrayal. And now, here I was, waiting for her as if things hadn’t completely fallen apart. The door chimed, and in walked Joyceline. She wore her signature smirk, her eyes scanning the café until they landed on me. Her outfit was immaculate as always—a designer coat draped over her shoulders, her heels clicking as she walked confidently toward my table. Nothing about her seemed different on the surface, yet there was something in her eyes… something I couldn’t quite place. “Sydney,” she gree