Eva pulled her coat tighter the moment she came out into the cold wind nipping immediately at her cheeks. She shivered, not from the chill but from the queasy feeling left in her stomach after the events that morning: tension at home, chaos at the board meeting, sharp words from her father, the endless web of complications with Ryan and Samantha. It was just too much."I cannot go back to work this way," she muttered, her breath fogging in the crisp air. Usual determination to overcome adversity weakened. Today was already bad enough; now going into the office in this condition was sure to invite questions she could not answer.A few blocks later, she found herself in front of a small café nestled at the corner of the street. That small beacon of warmth was just about opposite to the gray overcast sky. Feeling it was about time for some quiet, she pushed the door open as comforting scents of coffee and fresh bakeries enveloped her."Good afternoon," the waiter greeted her with a brig
Eva stepped into the coolness of the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind her. She stood a moment leaning against the sink, staring at her reflection. The water of her shower was so hot, nearly scalding, and yet she could still feel the chill in her bones from the emotional weight she had carried through the day. Everything had gone by now in a blur: of discussions, confrontations, and unspoken fears; the schemes and threats of Samantha and icy indifference of her father; the surprise meeting with Norman-all had at last wearied her and detached her from the world.Their encounter at the café, especially with Norman, had stuck in her head as some disturbing thought that would never let itself be dissipated. Why had he reached out after everything that had gone down? And why, despite every screaming warning in her gut, was she torn between helping him and keeping herself as far away from him as possible? She didn't know, and that ignorance weighed heavily upon her, adding to the t
The drive to her parents mansion was in total silence, with palpable tension between them. Shawn had his fingers clutched at the wheel tightly and his jaws locked in frustration. Every now and then when he looked her way, she was lost in thought gazing out of the window.“Ava." Shawn's voice was low; the irritation he was working hard to restrain filtering in. "If I did something, just tell me. I can't fix it if I don't know what's going on.""I'm not upset with you," Eva whispered back, not looking up at him. "I'm serious,” The car rolled to a stop in front of her parents' mansion. Shawn was quiet for a long, silent moment. Eva wrestled with the door and flipped the latch open."Thanks for dropping me off," she said, hardly above a whisper.Shawn turned a heavy heart-a mix between sadness and confusion-towards Eva. "Call me, and I'll be here if you change your mind," he whispered softly. "But please don't shut me out, not like this.”"I won't," Eva said, even to her ears the sound
Eva sat at the counter, staring blankly as her mother bustled about the kitchen. Honestly, nothing seemed the same anymore. She had spent the last few weeks trying to hold it all together, her relationship with Shawn, Samantha's games with the company, and now it was all starting to unravel. The weight of everything, trying to be perfect, being the person everyone expected her to be, was suffocating her."You need to eat," Eleanor said, breaking her from her thoughts. She set a plate in front of Eva-a comforting dish of mashed potatoes, roast chicken, and steamed vegetables, Eva's favorite, the one she used to request whenever she was feeling down.Eva watched the food steaming on the plate, her tummy growling, though somehow she couldn't take the meals. Being comforted by her mother was all good and well, but it did nothing for what was going on inside Eva's chest.“Mom, I don't know how to make things right," Eva said in a barely audible voice. "I just felt like everything has falle
Norman threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Relax, I'm just making an observation. You've got that look, you know? The one where a man's trying to figure out if he screwed up or if she's just being difficult.""Get. To. The. Point," Shawn growled, his patience wearing thin.Norman's smirk grew wider as he leaned against the edge of the desk. "Fine. I came to talk about us.”Us?" Shawn echoed, incredulous."Us. You know, the family dynamic. I think we have some unresolved issues we should work out," Norman returned with a healthy amount of sarcasm.Shawn snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Unresolved issues? The only issue in this room is you, Norman, you've been a pain in my butt since the day you learned how to talk.”Norman laughed; the sound sent a shiver down Shawn's spine. "Always so melodramatic. Look, I know we don't see eye to eye, but I thought maybe we could settle things. Like men."Shawn narrowed his eyes. "What are you getting at?""One on one," Norman said, his
They both sat in silence for a while before Ryan resumed his chaotic packing. Eva stared at him, trying to process his words. “And then what? You’re just going to walk away from everything you’ve built?”"What choice do I have?" he spat, frustration now at its brim. "I lied, Eva. I fudged all that I had. I have no defense, I can't redeem that." She took a step closer with the words, "That isn't true. You make errors, yes, but it doesn't put a stop to your life. There's always a solution. There's always a path forward ”Ryan laughed bitterly, then shook his head. "You sound just like your old man.”Eva tensed, ever conscious of her father, the shadow across both their lives. "What does my dad have to do with this?""You don't think he'll find out soon?" Ryan challenged, raising his voice. "You don't think he'll judge me, like he's always judging everyone else? He might be your dad, but to me, he's my freaking nightmare.Eva’s chest tightened. Their fathers, brothers by blood, couldn’
"Hope you’re ready to lose, Shawn," Norman said with a smirk as he spun the basketball between his fingers. The echo of the ball’s bounce reverberated through the empty indoor court. Shawn strode in, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable. His eyes zeroed in on Norman, and for a moment, neither man spoke. The tension between them crackled like a live wire. "I am not here to play such mind games with you, Norman, Shawn said icily, "Let us have done with this." "Ah, that cocky attitude.” Norman taunted, throwing the ball to Shawn. “But it has nothing to do with any of that, this is just because I got to your skin. Admit it." Shawn caught the ball; his grasp firmly clamped on. "You've always gotten under my skin since the day you were born, asshole. Let's do this." Norman burst into a riotous fit of laughter. "Always so serious, no wonder Ava's distant, must be exhausting to live with you since you don't know your way around having fun." Shawn's fists clenched but then he ju
Shawn was knuckling down onto the wheel on his way home. His jaws clenched as if in a vice-the rhythmic hum of tires in motion did nothing to stop the storm brewing inside his head. Norman's words replayed over and over in his brain like a broken record, their syllables wrenching the knife deeper into his chest with each ticking second that passed by.‘What really happened in Italy?’‘Ask your wife instead.’Shawn snorted under his breath and shook his head, the action an unconscious attempt to loosen the persistent voice in his skull. “It's Norman,” he tried to reassure himself, “He's just stirring trouble, like always.” But no matter how hard Shawn tried, the seed had been planted, and it began to grow far faster than Shawn was able to control.The memory of Ava telling him about meeting Norman in Italy resurfaced. She was hesitant, claiming she didn't remember because Norman didn't actually leave a mark before saying they just met at a party but didn't relate much. And Shawn had b
"Ready for another tiring day, Mrs. Darlington?" Shawn teased, opening the car door for Eva, a wide grin on his face.Eva forced a small, weak smile and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Do i have a choice.” She replied in a tired tone.She stepped out of the car, holding her purse close to her side. The air was cool that morning, though the weight inside her chest had her feeling constricted. About to return to Shawn's cheerful banter, she suddenly froze.Ava leaned against her car casually, that bright smile of hers blazing like a spotlight toward them as she stood in the parking lot."Good morning!" Ava called cheerfully, her voice as sweet as sugar as she sauntered toward them.Eva's heart quickened as she found herself clutching at her purse. ‘What is she doing here?’"Eva!" Shawn exclaimed, still blind to any of the tension between the women."Good morning. Good to see you.”"Good morning, Shawn," Ava said with her eyes dancing momentarily onto Eva. "And good morning t
Just as Shawn and Eva sat in the living room, chatting over their evening tea, the doorbell jingled. Their attention went to the main entrance as the sound came up. Madam Tess, ambled toward answering the door grumbling discontentedly with the uninvited guest. Eva's heart leaped high-she had been uptight all day, waiting for Ava's next move. She tightened her grip on the teacup while her stomach churned. “Who could this be at this hour? Are you expecting someone?”"Relax," Shawn said, chuckling at her rigid pose. "It's probably a deliveryman; someone must have sent something.” Then they heard the door open and Madam Tess's voice full of surprise: "Oh! Miss Eva, what a lovely surprise."Eva's blood froze. She put down her tea on the table, trembling; that rattling sound very loud against the stillness of the room. ‘What's she doing here?’Shawn's head jolted, a brilliant smile lighting up his face. "Eva? Really?"No sooner were the words off his lips than Ava appeared in the doorway
"Ma'am, are you all right? You've been staring at that screen for ten minutes now," Amelia, one of her employees who brought a report to her office, ventured to ask warmly.Blinking a few times, Eva forced a bright smile onto her face as she quickly minimized the open blank document on her computer that she had seemed to be working on. "I'm fine," she said, but her tone wasn’t convincing. And dismissed her.She was not okay. The storm brewing in her mind for the last couple of days crashed on her ceaselessly. Every time she met Shawn's gaze, her gut roiled with overwhelming guilt and hurt seriously gnawing at her insides. He had slept with her sister, cheated on her without realising, and she couldn't do anything.Her hands had formed into fists under the desk. “It wasn't his fault,” she reminded herself for what must have been the hundredth time. “He didn't know. He couldn't have known.”But that didn't make it one whit easier to bear.Eva thought of the weekend: Shawn had seemed ful
"They think they can control me" Ava growled low in her throat, pacing the small hotel room. Her heels clicked against the floor, her anger simmering, threatening to boil over at any moment. She came to a stop, hands clenching on the edge of the desk in front of her. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror over it, green eyes wild with frustration and hurt.And in Ava's head, those words re-echoed in her mind in an endless feedback-the words deeply engraving in her mind one word after another."You're a disappointment. You dragged the family name in the mud. You've done enough damage.”She snorted, her voice thick with resentful arguments so bitter. "I've done enough damage? Really?" Ava shook her head, the laugh that finally came out seemingly cutting her throat. "Eva stole everything from me, and I am the one that's done enough damage?It was injustice, seared in fire, and she found no room for reason. She hunched backward into her chair, shaking, her hands covering her fa
Eva slumped onto the couch in the living room. Immediately, she was convulsed by unchained sobs as her composure snapped into a thousand pieces. Hiding her face between shaking hands, that tidal wave of reality engulfed her-cold-blooded betrayal by a sister."I just can't believe it," Eva whispered, her voice breaking at last. "She's going to ruin everything… everything I worked hard to build. She'll destroy my life.”Eleanor fell on her knees beside her daughter and laid a reassuring hand on her knee. "Eva, sweetheart, don't cry; we'll work this out.”"Sort this out?" Eva's head jerked up, her tear-streaked face contorted in a grimace of anguish. "How, Mother? Ava's hell-bent on taking Shawn from me. You think she'll stop after what she just pulled? She won't!"Richard was pacing furiously beside the fireplace, hands clasped tightly behind his back. "That girl… she's gone too far this time. I should have never let her come back into this house after what she pulled.”"Richard!" Elea
Ava drove up the driveway in Eva's sleek car up to the mansion looming ahead-the Wadsley mansion. Her fingers around the steering wheel tightened with each second passing while her heart was pounding, yet not a ripple crossed her face. She didn't want to show them that she was scared. Inside, Eva stood at her window in her silk robe and watched the car pull in. There she saw her twin sister driving in behind the wheel of her car. She felt her blood boil as she stormed out of the house, heels clattering on the marble floor.Scarcely had Ava stepped out of the car when Eva descended upon her, a mask of fury upon her face.“How dare you?" Eva's voice cut through cold morning air. "You went out with Shawn and spent the night at his house, our house, and you waltz up in here in my car like nothing's wrong?"Ava got out of the car, shut the door with calculated calm, her face unreadable. "Good morning to you too, Eva.”"Don't you dare play coy with me!" Eva spat, advancing on her, her fing
Thin curtain shades allowed morning sun to streak the room in patches of gold. Ava stirred, weighed down by exhaustion, yet her mind was in a marathon leading to the opening of her eyes. And then all the pieces fit together-the way Shawn had touched her, the things he said, the manner in which he had looked at her like she was the only female on this earth.She turned her head slightly, and her gaze fell on Shawn's sleeping form beside her, with his arm possessively flung across her waist. 'It really happened' -the thought slammed her heart against her chest.The phone lying next to the bed slicing through the silence of the room. She carefully reached to get it-not wanting Shawn to wake. The screen blinked through texts and calls-all from Eva and her mom and dad."Ava, call me right this minute!""What the hell are you doing with Shawn?""Do you know what kind of mess you're putting us in?" All from Eva.“Ava please, stop this nonsense and come back home” from her mom. But the latt
"She's not coming back, is she?" Eva's voice shook, pacing the length of her parents' living room, fists clenched. She could hardly hold back the burning rage that ran through her veins. "Can you imagine what she's doing, Mom? She is with my husband at this very moment. Pretending to be me!"Her mother, Eleanor Wadsley, waved airily from the couch. "Eva, be still. Ava would do nothing to hurt you. She is your sister—"Don't say that!" Eva snapped, whirling to glare at her mother. "She is not the Ava we used to know. She's selfish, conniving, and… and she doesn't care who she hurts anymore. She left Shawn on the altar, remember? She didn't want him, and now she's back acting like she can just waltz into my life and take everything from me!"The scowl on Eleanor's face softened to concern. "She's still your twin, Eva. Whatever is happening there has to be a reason. Maybe she just-""Don't make excuses!" Eva exclaimed sharply, her voice rising. "You don't understand-she isn't just 'being
"How is she so shameless?" Ava muttered as she viewed from the second floor window of the company building. Her eyes were fixed in the parking space below, where Eva was standing beside Shawn.He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against Eva's lips. She laughed, the sound light and warm, and set a hand to his arm as she said something Ava couldn't hear. Shawn laughed at it.Jealousy, like fire, had burned within Ava as her chest felt constricted, her fists clutching into the sill. That was supposed to be her life. She should be experiencing this happiness. If only she hadn't run away on that wedding day, it would be her, he adored now.‘You gave that all up, Ava,’ said the bitter voice within her mind, ‘but that does not mean that you can't take it back.’The thought sat there, all dark and alluring. If they could convince an entire company with their resemblances and they didn't notice the switch of management, why couldn't she do the same thing with Shawn and take what was original