There was an unusual weight to the air in Jason's office. The comments from the hallway continued to ring in his head as he leaned back in his chair and carelessly tapped a pen against the desk. Though he hadn't intended to listen in on the two junior executives chatting over coffee, the things they said had stayed with him like a sore thumb.“Did you hear? Kendall was supposedly involved with someone else before she got with Jason,” one of them had whispered, a sly smirk playing on their lips. “People are saying she’s just after the family fortune.”Jason had frozen, his hand tightening around the file he was holding. The voices faded, replaced by a cold numbness in his chest. He had brushed off Emily’s subtle jabs about knowing him better, but this—this was different. His mind swirled with conflicting thoughts. Could there be truth in the rumors? It made no sense. Kendall had always seemed distant yet genuine in her own way, never showing any sign of being after his wealth. But the
Jason's signature was barely dry as he gazed at the documents stacked on his desk. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as his fingers pattered rapidly across the mahogany surface, attempting to persuade himself that he had made the correct decision. The numbers were clear—this financial decision was necessary, but the weight of it felt different now. He pushed the documents away and leaned back in his chair, already dreading the inevitable confrontation. He hadn’t told Kendall. She would find out soon enough.Jason was no stranger to pressure, but this financial setback was unexpected. He told himself that selling the property made sense; it was a strategic move. His thoughts swirled as he justified it once more in his mind. They didn’t even spend much time there—it was just a house. But he knew better. It wasn’t just a house to Kendall. She had a particular fondness for it, something about the place gave her comfort, a sense of stability in their tumultuous arrangement. And no
Seated on the bed's edge, Kendall's gaze strayed to the subtle creases on the ivory paper she was holding. Although the letter was brief, its contents were enough to give her a shiver down her spine. The few lines, written in a rushed, uneven script, carried an overwhelming weight: "He's hiding more than you think.” You deserve to know the truth.”Her fingers trembled slightly as she re-read the cryptic note. No name. No explanation. Just a warning. Who could have sent this? What truth were they referring to? The space suddenly felt smaller, as if the walls were pushing in. She could feel her heart pounding in her ears as she stood up.That morning, Jason had gone early for a conference, not realizing the storm that was building within her. Kendall had found the letter casually placed on her bedside table, like it belonged there. But it didn’t. Nothing about this felt right.Her thoughts racing, she walked the floor with the letter clenched in her palm. The enquiries were a whirlwind:
The house's air had grown oppressively dense. Jason felt its weight crushing down on him, like a hand tightening around his chest that was invisible. He couldn't get rid of the penetrating uncertainty that had crept into his head ever since the whispers began to circulate—about Kendall and her history. Dealing with the aftermath of Emily's visit had proven to be difficult enough, but this? Jason's hands gripped his phone more tightly as he read the most recent text message from an unexpected sender again. Kendall had received a disturbing message from a close friend.“You need to look closer. She's not as pure as she appears to be. I've heard rumors that she lied to me about her previous relationships. Perhaps you ought to start enquiring before it's too late. Jason's mind was racing as his jaw tightened. It was difficult not to let the doubt grow after everything that had transpired, even though he didn't want to believe it. Truth had to be known to him.—Later that afternoon, Jaso
The house had never felt so large. Every room seemed to echo with an invisible tension, thick in the air between Jason and Kendall. They had fallen into a tense silence after their disagreement, neither of them prepared to confront the other. The distance between them felt wider than the walls between their rooms, even when they passed one other in the halls and exchanged brief comments. Jason sat on his bed's edge and gazed down at his phone. Another missed call from Kendall. Despite seeing her name appear on the screen and witnessing the call come through, he was prevented from answering it for some reason. It wasn't like he was unwilling to speak with her. He was at a loss for words.---The days that followed were filled with brief, hollow exchanges. When they spoke, it was only about logistics—the bills, the schedule for the week. Anything personal felt too raw, too dangerous to touch. Their unsaid tension built up between them like a wall, brick by brick, getting stronger every
Jason was pacing in his office, feeling the weight of his crumbling personal life pressing down on him. The recent arguments with Kendall had unsettled him more than he wanted to admit. Their used to be easygoing stillness had become strained, a continual warning that things were getting out of hand. He was unable to resolve the discomfort or close the increasing distance between them. The silence was broken abruptly by a hard knock on his office door. Isabella entered the room with a confident gait, as if she was the owner, before he could reply. Her confident, almost predatory smile immediately set Jason on edge. He knew she was up to something, something risky, without even having to ask. That look on her face signaled trouble ahead. "Isabella," Jason spoke sternly, his voice tinged with distrust and irritation. "Why are you in this place?" Isabella strolled across the room without responding, and eventually took a seat in the chair across from his desk. It was a heavy mood, li
Jason was seated at his desk, the dim light in the room created by the soft glow from his phone screen. The pictures, the incriminating, cursed pictures, looked back at him, a continual reminder of the mayhem that was simmering beneath the surface. His mind raced with a thousand ideas every time he saw them, none of which solved the problem.He had been repeating this image over and over in his head for days, attempting to come up with an explanation for the inexplicable. What had occurred, or what he thought had happened, how was he going to explain it to Kendall? There were too many blanks in the night with Isabella for him to be able to claim with confidence that nothing happened. And these photos... they were damning. If he showed them to Kendall, would she believe he had been set up? That nothing happened? Would his apologies really matter to her, or would her inability to forgive such betrayal be too great? In an attempt to relieve the strain accumulating behind his eyes, he ma
Jason's thoughts were occupied by the possibilities as he gazed at his office ceiling. The pictures on his phone tasted like poison, ruining all he had worked so hard to create. Isabella’s threats, the photos—none of it made sense. Could he really have been that reckless? Or was this all a meticulously crafted lie? He was plagued by the questions, but he knew one thing for sure: he needed answers. His jaw tightened as the pressure of the circumstance weighed on him. His marriage, his profession, and his reputation would all fall apart if those pictures were ever revealed. Nevertheless, the recollections of that evening were, at most, jumbled. He was plagued by an uneasy feeling that something wasn't quite right and that Isabella might not have been telling the whole story.He had to find out.---Jason couldn’t let this spiral out of control. He required an able investigator, someone who could present the findings objectively without drawing undue attention to himself. Though he had
Jason woke up to the soft light coming in through the curtains, creating gentle shadows in the room. Looking at Kendall next to him, he glanced over and saw her resting peacefully with a relaxed expression on her face. Her being there soothed him unexpectedly, providing a peaceful reassurance that was both fresh and recognizable. He briefly observed her, feeling warmth in his chest, surprised by the sudden appearance of this feeling. Kendall awoke, her eyes opening slowly, and when she looked at him, a faint smile formed on her lips, showing how tired she still was. She whispered "Good morning," in a gentle and sleepy voice. "Jason responded, his smile soft, mirroring the warmth in his eyes, saying, 'Morning!'" “How are you feeling? Still tired?”Kendall paused to breathe, moving a piece of hair from her face. "She actually admitted she was doing better, stretching out her arms." “I think I just needed a good rest… and maybe some company,” she added with a light laugh, though her e
Jason’s laughter filled the cozy living room as he poured two glasses of champagne, his smile easy and unguarded. Kendall observed him, feeling a warmth envelop her as she noticed the uncommon, easygoing side of him. Their festive dinner was a modest yet sincere event, filled with soft dialogue, exchanged looks, and a tacit comprehension lingering in the atmosphere. "To fresh starts," Jason remarked, raising his glass in her direction. Kendall raised hers in reply, locking eyes with him, and they tapped their glasses together. "To new beginnings," she repeated, a gentle smile dancing on her lips. While they drank, Kendall started to sense a slight wave of tiredness washing over her, more intense than normal. She dismissed it, not wishing to spoil the moment. Jason inclined his body forward, his eyes fixed as he observed her expression. “Are you okay?” he inquired, his tone reflecting a hint of worry. “You seem… tired.”Kendall shook her head, smiling reassuringly. “I’m fine, just…
Jason’s office hummed with subdued anticipation, his team moving restlessly in the background, gazes glued to the phone as they waited for the official announcement. Jason was at his desk, attempting to look composed, yet his fingers drummed a constant beat on the edge, revealing his eagerness. Kendall faced him, her gaze supportive and kind as she observed him. A sharp ring cut through the room. Jason’s assistant, Jane picked up, a hint of excitement flashing in her eyes as she turned to him. “Mr. Carter, it’s the call.”He nodded, inhaling deeply to calm himself. Kendall offered him a supportive smile, silently saying, "You can do it." Jason felt a surge of comfort from her being there. He lifted the receiver, his voice calm, yet there was a hint of something else—a subtle assurance. “Hello, yes, speaking.”The conversation began with formalities, and Jason’s responses remained professional, yet Kendall noticed how his shoulders gradually relaxed, a subtle shift in his expression
When the long-awaited day finally came, the big hall was filled with happy chatter and the sound of youngsters laughing blended with soft background music. Bright balloons, animated streamers, and tables brimming with toys adorned the location. Kendall strolled next to Jason, her eyes absorbing the vibrant scene with a gentle, caring look.A little girl tugged on her dress, drawing her attention. She bent down, meeting the child’s curious eyes. “Hi there! What’s your name?”The girl blinked shyly, hiding her face for a moment. “Lily.”Kendall’s smile brightened as she offered her hand. “Well, Lily, I’m Kendall. “Could you please show me which toys are your favorites?” The girl's expression brightened as she agreed, grasping Kendall's hand and guiding her to a table filled with stuffed animals and vivid blocks. Jason observed the situation from a short distance, his face relaxing as he noticed Kendall laughing and conversing effortlessly with Lily. “You’re really good with kids,” Jas
The vibrant lights of the toy shop shimmered on the racks, creating a cozy illumination as Jason and Kendall entered. The atmosphere was infused with a mix of exhilaration and reminiscence, and Kendall's eyes sparkled as she surveyed her surroundings, beaming. Jason found himself captivated by her enthusiasm, even while reminding himself that their purpose was for the children, not for his increasing intrigue with her. “So,” he started, observing her gaze scanning the aisles in amazement, “where do we even begin?” Kendall gazed at him, determination shining in her eyes. "Okay, let's examine this." We need to pick things they’ll genuinely enjoy. Not just the fancy stuff, but toys they’ll have fun with.”Jason nodded, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Practical yet fun. Got it. "You seem like you have experience with this." She chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "I've gained some experience, whether you believe it or not." Furthermore, I desire for them to sense that
Following a lengthy day filled with meetings, Jason closed his laptop and rubbed his face with a hand while letting out a deep sigh. His phone vibrated on the table, drawing his focus. He grabbed it, noticing an email alert from “Mason & Blare Industries,” one of the top firms he had been chasing for several months. They’d sent him a formal invitation to a charity event—an opportunity he knew could solidify his company’s reputation. Yet, as he scanned the details, a line caught his eye. He needed to attend with his wife. Jason exhaled, drumming his fingers on his desk. Kendall didn’t enjoy being in the limelight. The last thing he wanted was to pressure her. The idea of going alone was appealing, but the collaboration relied on it, and he was aware they would anticipate both of them attending. When Jason got home, he discovered Kendall snuggled on the couch, a book held in her hands. She glanced up when he entered, her expression melting into a smile that, in a way, seemed as inviti
"Thane?" Dr. Sophia’s voice hardly exceeded a whisper as she observed his formidable figure, her astonishment transitioning into a slight trace of anxiety. She attempted to compose her expression, but the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. Thane's stare was icy and sharp as he moved ahead. "Surprised to see me, Dr. Sophia?" His tone had a sharpness capable of cutting through steel. Sophia's hands shook as she brought them together, trying to steady herself. "I… I wasn’t expecting you without an appointment.""I didn't believe I would require one," he answered sharply, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze stayed fixed on her, observing, anticipating. "I thought you’d be eager to see me, considering how… closely involved you are in my personal matters."Sophia swallowed, the words hitting her with a bitter irony. "Thane, if you’re here to discuss a medical matter, we should… schedule a time, maybe arrange some privacy."Thane’s lips twisted into a sardonic smile. "Oh, I believe
A cold, stony silence settled between them as Thane processed her words, his face frozen in a mixture of disbelief and dawning comprehension. “Some other Kendall… or the Kendall I know?” he demanded, his tone sharp and biting. “Jason’s wife?”“Yes,” Felicia replied, her voice barely more than a whisper, though her eyes glinted with a fierce satisfaction. “Kendall Gomez… or rather, Kendall Carter.”The name hit Thane like a blast of cold wind, the implications tearing through him with merciless clarity. Jason’s wife, “Kendall”. His mind raced, replaying past encounters, scrutinizing each one in this new, blinding light. His expression darkened, jaw clenching as anger flared behind his eyes, fists tightening at his sides. It wasn’t possible… but the details Felicia offered, combined with the smug certainty on her face, made him realize it was exactly the truth he’d feared. A tidal wave of frustration surged within him, stinging his pride, mocking his oversight.He took a step forward, l
Felicia’s heart hammered as she sat restrained in the dimly lit room, her gaze locked on the cold, calculating man who stood before her. Thane’s expression was unreadable, though the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes. She knew better than to look away; he had an intimidating power about him, the kind that commanded attention and demanded absolute respect."So,” Thane began, his voice low, dangerous, “this game you’ve been playing, Kendall—or should I say Felicia?”Felicia swallowed, but forced herself to stay calm. She knew this moment was her only chance to make him see her as something more than a pawn. "I was never Kendall," she said carefully, her voice even, though her pulse raced beneath her skin. "My name is Felicia Gina."Thane arched an eyebrow, his expression shifting slightly. “Felicia Gina,” he repeated with a faint scoff, studying her with renewed interest. “And why should I believe anything you say? All I see is a woman who’s dug herself into a pit so deep, she’s scram