Kendra was still in a daze from everything that had happened to her after her weekend trip with James. Though James had tried to revive the decaying fire in every way, all he succeeded in doing was adding fuel to the fire. She had spent days trying to distance herself from him fearing it may help her sort out her thoughts better. Yet no matter how she tried, the doubts just elevated their pitch to a screaming level.James was not one to give it up just that easy.”Kendra, we need to discuss this,” he had said to her earlier that day, though his voice was not raised, not even close to angry. “You are gradually drifting away from me, but I won’t allow things get worse than it is already.”Kendra hadn’t known what to say, the truth being she didn’t know how. She had mixed feeling for James now tangled in a cord of lies, betrayal, and confusion that was her emotions.Kendra was still at home that evening when she received a buzz on her phone. It was James’ message. “I know you are angry
Kendra had found that living with James was getting to be more of a challenge with each day that passed. After the unpleasant date in the restaurant when she realizes that Philip is close with Kasey, the doubts about James only grew. Even when James attempted to mediate the situation, Kendra could not help but feel that there was something very off about their relationship.James had been trying, he really had. He began to phone her more often, came over unannounced, and took her out as though they were still newlyweds. But none of it felt right. Kendra could not let go of the deceit that he had spoken to her, the manipulation, or the feeling that James was still holding something from her.She noticed herself in thoughts about Philip, about how things were okay between them, how it was just as simple as it could be before everything went wrong.The more she compared her life with James to her life with Philip the more Kendra started to lose faith in the man she once fell in love w
Kendra knew she couldn't keep going on like this. The weight of her suspicions about James had reached a boiling point, and she was the kind of person who would not sit down and watch her life go right down the drain without going out to seek answers.James had lied to her once before, and the more she thought about it, the more convinced she was that he could very well be doing so now. Everything he had done behind her back needed to be heard from him.Determined, Kendra dialed an old friend of hers, Matthew, a financial analyst whom she was acquainted with for many years. It had been some time since they spoke, but if there was any one person to help her go further into James's dealings, it was him. Matthew had always been good at uncovering things that people tried to keep hidden-especially with finances. She did not want to give away too many details over the phone, so she explained briefly.Matthew, I need your help. It's. complicated," Kendra said in a quivering, yet firm, voi
The thought of her breakup with James weighed down on her so much like she had never felt before.The burden coincided with the feeling of guilt; the feeling of not believing Philip when he came to her to complain about James’ shady business. And she had been completely infatuated with James and the things that he was saying to her that she did not notice the obvious. Philip had told her this but she never paid heed to what he was saying. And now, things had gone worst.She knew exactly what was needed of her.Kendra though took sometime before she was able to dial Philip’s number; her hand was shaking as she held the phone. She had not talked to him for weeks not even with that short conversation they had regarding Brooks Enterprises. The phone rang twice before he answered it.“Kendra?” Philip’s voice was surprised, defensive.“Hi Philip” she whispered, feeling the amplified thumping of her heart in her chest. “I... I wanted to talk. I owe you an apology.”The silence that followed
James was fuming like a bull as he walked up and down his office. Kendra had left him, she slipped away from him just at the time that all the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle fell into their rightful places. Worse, he was seeing himself losing grip on Brooks Enterprises and the thought was unbearable to him. He had come a long way, twisted the strings too hard to let Philip be the boss again.“Not a chance,” he whispered to himself.Taking his phone, he scrolled through the contacts list, his eyebrows drawing together when he chose several contacts. If the board was starting to hedge in their support, he would have to push them into line. This was the time for some hostilities, no matter the cost of having to negotiate with those who were willing to bring down Philip.In matter of hours, James had arranged to meet several of the board members; those that could be easily bought with some promises. In return for their subordination, James had given them more power over the future of the
The air was thick in the boardroom at Brooks Enterprises. Philip sat at the head of the large mahogany table, his hands clasping the edges as he scanned the faces of the board members. James had obviously done a lot of backroom politicking. The faces of the once-loyal board members showed a range of uncertainty, and Philip could feel the weight of wavering loyalty bearing down upon him.It was the highest stake there had ever been. Philip knew that if he didn't act now, James would take everything."Thank you all for coming," Philip began, his voice steady, though his insides churned with nerves. "I know there have been many discussions lately about the future of this company, about leadership, and about trust. I want to set the record straight today."He glanced at Daniel, who nodded positively toward him, then across at Kendra seated a few chairs down from him and staring directly ahead. Her presence had kindled his strength. She had been his anchor over the past couple of days, a
James burst out of Brooks Enterprises, his chest searing with anger. Philip had blindsided him in that boardroom stunt, exposing the side deals he had worked so hard to hide. It was all unraveling.His hand shook as he fumbled for his phone. He wasn't going to let Philip win. He couldn't.James dialed quickly, his mind racing. He needed to act fast. There were still people loyal to him, people that could help him pull this off."Jacobs," he said low and tensely when his old friend picked up. "I need you to call in every favor we've got. I'm not letting Philip take this company from me."There was a moment of pause on the other end, and James could hear the hesitation in Jacobs' voice. "James, the board has already seen the documents. It is going to be hard...""I don't care how hard!" James cut him off, snapping. "We are not done yet. I still have leverage."Jacobs was silent for a moment, then let out a sigh. "All right. What is the plan?"James looked around, his mind racing. He ne
Kendra woke up to th soft voice of his son. When her vision cleared, she saw Brian standing by the edge of the bed, his small face twisted in confusion."Mum?" Brian's voice was quiet, but in it lay a heaviness as if he had given considerable thought to this question.Kendra sat up with her heart racing from motherly instinct. "What's wrong, sweetie? Did you have a bad dream?"Brian shook his head. "No, it's not that."Kendra reached out and pulled him closer, her fingers running through his messy hair. "What is it then? You know you can tell me anything."Brian seemed uncertain; his eyes were riveted to the floor, as if he didn't feel that he should ask what was on his mind. He finally looked up; his eyes met hers after a moment of silence."Is Uncle Philip... my dad?"The breath left Kendra's body. The question hit her like a wave, oxygen escaping her lungs. "What? Brian, why would you ask that?"Brian shifted his weight, fidgeting with the hem of his pajamas. "I saw a picture. At
It was a quiet, perfect morning, with Brian playing nearby, his cheerful laughter filling the room as he built an elaborate castle out of blocks. There was a serenity that lingered in the air, a peacefulness that spoke of dreams realized and hopes fulfilled.Kendra leaned her head against Philip's shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. "If you'd told me a few years ago that we'd be sitting here like this, I wouldn't have believed it," she murmured, a smile playing at her lips. "Sometimes it still feels like a dream.Philip wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close as he looked down at her. "Well, if this is a dream, I never want to wake up," he replied softly. "We've been through so much, Kendra. And to come out on the other side like this… with you, with Brian… it's everything I could have ever wanted."They sat in comfortable silence, watching Brian place another block in his castle, the furrows deepening across his little brow. Philip chuckled low in his throat at the determ
Philip fidgeted, his hands clenching and unclenching as he felt the weight of Douglas’s intense gaze. The murmur of the crowd grew louder as all eyes in the room turned to Douglas, Philip, and Kendra, awaiting a confrontation. Philip drew a breath, willing himself to stay calm, to stand his ground.Just as Kendra began to step forward, moving protectively in front of Philip, Douglas raised his hand and offered Philip a warm, unexpected smile.Philip froze, surprised, while the crowd held its breath, awaiting the worst.But then, much to the surprise of all present, Douglas reached out his hand to Philip, the smile on his face not feigned. "Congratulations, Philip," he said in that steady voice of his, his gaze clear. "You have shown bravery and true love toward Kendra. And now, you have in your life the most hardworking, creative, and beautiful woman on this earth."There was a collective expiration of breath from the crowd; a few gasps ran through the room amongst the guests. Phi
Philip's heart almost stopped as he waited, eyes fixed on Kendra's face for a reaction.Time froze, the world collapsing to just these two in that one hot instant.Then, as if time started up again in one glorious ebullient burst, Kendra's lips split into a bright, beaming smile, her eyes welling up in tears."Yes," she said in a soft tone yet full of conviction. "Yes, Philip, I'll marry you."A collective "Whoo." went up from the guests, and the balcony erupted into applause. Philip's heart soared as he slipped the ring onto her finger; the mixture of relief and overjoyed feelings mingled in a warm embrace as Kendra pulled him close. It was a sea of laughter and congratulatory shouts that filled the air, as family and friends closed in, each one swooping in to be part of the celebration.Philip leaned in close and whispered, "You've made me the happiest man alive."Kendra laughed, her eyes shining bright. "I'm the one who's lucky, Philip. I never thought this kind of happiness woul
Applause filled the room, and Kendra and Philip smiled in pride over shared success. It was after months of planning, negotiation, and sleepless nights that their companies were merged into one, something that to them meant much more than business. This was a pledge for a new future-to be together, in every word's sense.Philip inclined toward Kendra, speaking in a low tone, but the undertones of pride were unmistakable. "We did it," he whispered, the sparks in his eyes telling volumes about the excitement inside him." "I always knew we could, but standing here with everyone, seeing it actually happen, it's even better than I'd imagined."Kendra's smile spread wide, and her heart swelled big with pride and affection. "It isn't just business anymore," she whispered back."This is our life now. I never thought I'd feel this way again, hopeful, excited… like we're creating something that's ours in every way."They stood in the center of the boardroom, surrounded by team members and cl
Philip’s fingers tightened around the note, his eyes scanning the familiar handwriting once more, as if a second read would change the words scrawled across the paper. That casual, cryptic message struck a cold knot in his stomach, and he knew Kendra felt it too.Kendra's gaze darted between the note and Philip's face, her expression a mixture of concern and irritation. "Do you… do you know who this is from?" she asked, though the tenor of her tone was suggestive that indeed she did have her suspicions. She just needed him to confirm it.Philip exhaled loudly, folding the note as he met her gaze, the name catching in his throat like a bad taste. "It's… Bianca," he admitted quietly, tension lacing his voice. "It's her handwriting. I'd recognize it anywhere."Bianca's name had Kendra tense up, a mixture of anger and hurt crossing her face.What does she want now?" she asked, her voice shaking with the weight of Bianca's return weighing on her mind. "Why can't she just leave us alone?
Kendra took a deep breath across from Douglas as she felt the heaviness of their shared history settle between them. This meeting had been a long time coming; an opportunity to say goodbye to a past that once had promised comfort but had never fitted her. She looked at him now, a pang of sadness in her heart and deep resolve to shut this chapter finally.The silence was broken first by Douglas, his voice firm yet soft. "I suppose this is it, then?" he softly asked, as if he also had finally reconciled himself with what was about to happen.Kendra nodded, her lips tugging into a sad sweet smile. "Yes, I think it is," she replied, keeping her voice warm, though a part of her did feel a little bit sad. "We've come a long way, Douglas. But… it's time for both of us to move on. We deserve that."Douglas leaned back, running a hand through his hair, and gave her a faint smile. "You know, when I think back, I will always be thankful for the time we had. You helped me grow, even if it did
“Kendra, we need to talk,” Douglas said, his voice firm but almost pleading, as he caught up with her outside her office building. She'd just got to work, barely recovered from the shock of Bianca's sudden coming back into her life, and here was Douglas, pushing all that urgency she had just tried to leave behind.She clutched at her bag a bit more tightly and watched him steadily on his face while she waited for him to continue."Kendra," he started all over again this time with so much softer a tone, "I simply cannot stand by and watch you go back to Philip. You know his history as well as I do; he's proved time and time again that he can't be trusted."She frowned, clearly not in the mood to hear yet another lecture. "And I have already told you, Douglas, I know about his past. But things are different now. He has changed and we're rebuilding our life together not only for us but for Brian."Douglas exhaled and ran a hand through his hair, frustration fairly evident. "But that's j
The sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the beach as Kendra and Philip moved from stand to stand, asking every person they passed if they had seen a little boy fitting Brian's description. The fear clutching Kendra's heart deepened with each shake of a head and sympathetic "No, I'm sorry."Her voice broke each time she had to repeat Brian's description to yet another family. "He's seven, dark curly hair, he was wearing a blue T-shirt, small white anchor on the front," she managed to get out, her throat tight each time the boy's name came from her lips.The mother of the group cast Kendra a sympathetic glance at her clutches of children clinging to her sides. "I'm so sorry," she said, the softness in her voice sincere. "I haven't seen him, but I can keep an eye out. I can't even imagine how scared you must be.".Philip laid a steadying hand on Kendra's shoulder, gave it a brief, encouraging squeeze as they passed on to the next group.His own fear
Kendra's voice cracked as she yelled out Brian's name, her eyes scanning the crowds with growing desperation. She and Philip had searched most of the campgrounds already, going stand to stand and calling out, but there was no sign of their son. With each corner that turned up empty, that knot of fear in her chest pulled tighter, her breaths coming in shallow gasps."Brian!" she cried again, her voice cracking, as if the very weight of her fear might somehow will him back.Philip leaned into her and laid a soothing squeeze on her shoulder. "Stay calm, Kendra. He's around here somewhere; I know it."But she could see the concern etched across his face, his eyes darting to and fro on the beach just about as frantically as hers were.Kendra bit back the welling tears, holding it in, but the panic bubbling inside her was getting too big not to let loose.A group of families nearby glanced over at them, taking note of their worried looks. One parent was a kind-faced woman with two childr