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It was the next day, Fiona was dressed up and ready to leave for her Beckett’s enterprise, a company specializing in indoor farming techniques to produce fresh, locally grown food year-round. She wore a pantsuit with black shoes and a handbag that complimented her dress, all trying to be simple. Standing in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her light silver gray eyes sparkled. She couldn’t help but smile at how things changed for the better within a few weeks. She had almost lost hope while she was in the motel with Rowan. Her mind drifted away from that thought, now remembering the letter her father wrote to her. Telling her to rebuild his company. She gulped down nothing in her throat, swearing inwardly to fulfill what her father wanted. She wouldn’t want to disappoint him again, so she must do everything to make the company excel more than it was doing. “Mama, I’m ready for school; I don’t want to go late today,” Rowan called his mom’s attention, prompting her to
Rooted on the spot, Fiona felt sadness crept into her heart. Her shoulders slumped and her knees trembled. She felt like if she continued standing on the spot, she would fall to the ground. This wasn’t what she was expecting—being shunned by every member of the board.She clenched her trembling and sweaty hand into a fist, trying desperately to fight the turmoil within her, but it was not as easy as she had thought. Tears that had glistened in her eyes like a cloud of gloom threatened to break free, but she held them, trying not to make them think she was weak.‘Fiona, you’ve got this; don’t give them that impression that you’re incompetent. Don’t let them win with just their mean-spirited comments. Be strong like you always are,' she muttered inwardly to herself. She did a mental sigh followed by a forced smile, and just as she summoned up the courage to speak and defend her ego, another member of the board beat her to it. “Why not let the young woman grab a seat?” A member who had
While Jackson was at work, he couldn’t concentrate on the work he was meant to do, and he couldn’t leave it undone either. What was on his mind was for him to get home and confront Alaina about what he had seen earlier on his phone. Later that day, Jackson left work and went home. He stormed into the house, the air crackled with his anger. It was like a storm brewing. His chest fell and rose in annoyance. “Alaina!” he bellowed, his voice echoing through the walls of the house. There was no answer. He searched room by room, his rage growing with each empty space and also loosening his buttoned-shirt at the same time. Finally, he found her in the kitchen, busy cooking. Alaina’s head whipped around as she noticed someone making their way into the kitchen. “Darling, guess what? I'm cooking your favorite,” Alaina, seemingly oblivious to the anger etched on Jackson’s face, uttered, giving Jackson a quick glance before turning away. “Alaina!” he roared again, his face flushed with ange
Fiona read the email, feeling a bit relaxed about the content. It was everything about the contract they were to bid on and that she had to return to the company, and that’s where she would make her contract plan. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked into the house. “You need to freshen up before you come down for dinner,” Nana gently dropped Rowan on the first staircase to the upper part of the mansion.Rowan’s face twisted into a slight frown, not pleased with what Nana said. “Nana, but I'm hungry. I should eat first.” Fiona, seeing what was happening, shook her head in disapproval to Rowan. “No, you won’t do that,” she interjected, carrying Rowan to the upper part of the mansion. “Nana, we are coming down for dinner soon,” she added before she disappeared from Nana’s sight. “Didn’t I warn you to always freshen up after school?” Fiona asked Rowan as they got into the room. "I was just hungry," he pouted, his expression pitiful.“Don’t be a dirty boy, Rowan. You have
Throughout the drive to Rowan's school, a wave of dread washed over her; her mind raced with worst-case scenarios, prompting her heartbeat to quicken at intervals and fear cramping into her soul.What if her child had been in an accident? What if he was seriously injured? What if it was something worse than that? Would she lose him? As those dreadful thoughts reeled into her mind, she also mentally prayed and forbade those things she had thought about. Her vehicle's tires screeched to a halt as she pulled over and ran into the school, then down the hallway to the principal's office as her footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. She felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead as she ran. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. Once she got to the door, she pushed it open without even thinking to knock.“Where is my child? What happened to him?” Her voice shot through the office, panic painted on every word.The principal stood up as soon as she noticed her
Have you ever regretted making a decision?The decision I made seven years ago got me into this, and I regret it. The heavy prison gates creaked open, and sunlight shone a blinding white directly on Fiona Robison’s tear-filled eyes. Two years. Two years stolen and wasted on a crime she didn't commit. She has finally been released. Yet, it wasn't pure joy that filled her. It was a bitter cocktail of longing, disgust, and hatred. All of this for two different people. She clutched the worn photograph in her pocket—the image of her son, Rowan Watson, his gap-toothed grin—a glaring contrast to the harsh reality that she had experienced in prison. Taking a shaky breath, she hailed a cab, ignoring the tremor in her voice."Tanglin," she rasped, the word a foreign taste on her tongue. She highlighted in front of a sprawling mansion with a big iron gate. Despite the steely resolve hardening within her, a tremor ran through her hand as she fished out a crumpled twenty-dollar bill for the f
Fiona, recognizing the voice, swallowed hard and whipped her head around to meet the smug face of Brenda, Jackson’s mother. During the years of their marriage, Brenda was the most caring and loving mother-in-law, but right now to Fiona, she was the direct opposite of what she used to be. Fiona need not be told that things have changed since she left for prison. She turned away from her as soon as she took a glance at Brenda, who felt nonexistent with the unkind gaze Fiona shot her. Brenda seemed very shocked by Fiona’s reaction because years ago, Fiona would miss no opportunities to please her. Fiona's jaw clenched tight, but her voice remained steady. "Who am I?” She bit her lower lips, her gaze moving between Jackson and his smug accomplice Alaina. “I am the rightful owner of Veritas Holdings." She stated. She shifted her gaze to Brenda, who had just joined them. “I just put your ungrateful son in charge!” she gritted, aircoating the ‘ungrateful’. “And now I am back to claim the
Fiona stood rooted to the ground. She was expecting a divorce. If Jackson hadn’t been quick enough to demand a divorce, she would have done that first. After all, what’s there to stay in a deceitful marriage for? She turned and wore a small smile across her face, trying all hard to be strong for Rowan, who was clinging to her. She felt like a dagger was plunged into her heart, seeing Alaina and Jackson hanging all over each other, but what would she do? “Like I said earlier, Jackson, you don’t deserve me.” Her voice was firm, strong, and unwavering. Even though she felt betrayed by her husband and best friend, she wouldn’t allow them to see through her helplessness. Jackson fluttered his eyes. He'd expected Fiona to fall to her knees and beg him to take her back, knowing she had nothing to fall back on. Jackson had claimed ownership of every little thing she had. Jackson smiled wickedly, relishing in Fiona’s helplessness. He knew when she felt hurt, but he didn't care. “I wonder if