I stare at the reports in my hands blankly. This past few weeks have been, to say the least, heavy. In other words, I fucking hated the last couple of weeks, especially because the board kept breathing down my fucking neck. Except for my dad, I wondered if the rest of the fuckers had nothing better
Harper My eyes land on the picture of Liam, my late husband. It’s been two years and I still miss him like crazy. Sighing, I put the broom down and picked up the picture. I take a seat on my worn-out sofa and just stare at him, lovingly tracing his face. We’re trying to move on but it hasn’t been
I stare at him, completely shocked. I immediately close my mouth just so I don’t look stupid staring at him with my jaw dropped. Never have I ever imagined that my path would cross with that of Gabriel. I assumed that the day he divorced me was the last day that I would set my eyes on him. I know
“No!” I blurt the word, shocking even myself with the ferocity behind it. He stares at me with an unnamed emotion. Within seconds, his face is blank, and a certain coldness takes its place. I swallow at the dangerous current that fills the room. This was the Gabriel I was used. The Gabriel I know.
“What are you implying?” my hands are all shaking, as a new kind of pain washes over me. He uncrosses his legs and leans forward. “Simple, I kept the company and built it back up. Of course, I renamed it and made it under my image. It’s one of my many companies now.” Anger and pain washes over me.
Fuck! Why me? Why now? Why today, of all days? Fate has already established that she hates me, but this is too much even for that bitch. Why the hell did she loathe me so much? To be honest, I’m afraid of looking up. Afraid of looking at both Gabriel and Lilly. I try my best to calm down my erratic
“You can’t be serious,” I whispered, trying to wrap my head around what he had just said. Like I said, I know Gabe and I know this isn’t an idle threat. Given that, I still needed to make sure, because after all, this is Lilly we were talking about. She’s not only my daughter, but also my life. I c
Emma. I remember the first time I saw Calvin. We were in high school, and he’d just transferred to our school on a scholarship. I was the welcoming committee chairlady, because come on, I was good at everything, and who wouldn’t want to have me show them around? Who wouldn’t want to see my face on