Marietta’s POV
The air in the ballroom shifted.
A murmur went through the crowd as Mr. Harris stood on the stage, his expression calm, his presence commanding. The last time I had seen him, he had been delivering Granny Lorette’s orders—orders that had shattered what remained of my world.
He was the one who had dished me the divorce papers. And right now he was, ready to hand me an award for being the best actress worldwide.
My gaze shifted across the hall. And there she was. The woman that has sent me to Paris.
And left me there to suffer alone.
Granny Lorette watched me carefully, her sharp gaze unreadable.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Mr. Harris continued, his voice smooth as he addressed the audience. "It is a privilege to stand before you tonight to honor an individual whose resilience and talent have captivated the world."
My stomach tightened.
He wasn’t talking about just anyone. He was talking about me.
"Three years ago, circumstances took her away from us. But as fate would have it, true brilliance cannot be hidden forever. And so, we welcome back the incomparable Marietta Whitmore."
A wave of polite applause filled the room, but I barely heard it.
Whitmore.
He had used that name.
Not Monroe, the name I had reclaimed. Not Davenport, my mother’s name. No—he had used his name. Michael’s name.
The name I had abandoned the night I left this city behind.
The night I signed the divorce papers.
I could see his expression as well. I knew Michael had noticed, too.
From across the room, his gaze darkened, his fingers curling into a fist at his side.
For a second, I hesitated. I had prepared for tonight. For the questions, the stares, the whispers. But this? This was something else.
I could feel the past creeping up, wrapping itself around my throat like invisible chains.
But I wasn’t that girl anymore.
I lifted my chin, ignoring my heart pounding, and took a slow step forward. If they wanted to play this game, then fine.
Let’s play.
I ascended the stage with practiced speech, every movement measured, every step calculated. Unshaken. Unbothered. Untouchable.
Mr. Harris extended a hand, but I ignored it, taking the microphone instead.
"Thank you, Mr. Harris," I said smoothly. "It’s an honor to be recognized tonight. Though, I must admit—" I let my gaze sweep across the audience, briefly meeting Michael’s stormy eyes. "—I wasn’t expecting such a… nostalgic welcome."
A few chuckles from the crowd. But Michael? He didn’t even blink.
"It’s been quite a journey," I continued, my voice steady. "And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that time doesn’t change the truth. It only reveals it."
Michael’s jaw clenched.
Granny Lorette exhaled softly, as if she had expected my words but wished I hadn’t spoken them.
Mr. Harris, ever the composed man, nodded. "Wise words, Miss—" He hesitated. Almost imperceptibly. "—Monroe."
Ah. So he had chosen to correct himself.
Interesting.
"Well, we are honored to have you back," he said, stepping aside. "I’m sure there are many here who would love a moment of your time, and we are here to give you a token–." he extended some wrapped gifts to me.
I accepted them with a smile, as the cameraman did the needful.
I smiled at the crowd. This will be the fifth gift I’ll be getting.
It’s been an honour. It wasn’t easy being a celebrity.
Stepping off the stage, I made my way back into the crowd. People approached me—directors, producers, industry elites—but I hardly heard them.
Because two people were standing there waiting for me.
Michael.
And Granny Lorette.
I exhaled, bracing myself. Here we go.
Michael spoke first, his voice quieter this time. "You should have corrected him."
I raised a brow. "Corrected who?"
"Harris," he bit out. "You should have told him you weren’t a Whitmore anymore."
I took a sip of my champagne, unbothered. "Wasn’t I?"
Michael’s expression hardened. "Marietta—"
"Enough." Granny’s voice cut between us, firm but calm.
I turned to her, waiting.
"You made quite the statement up there," she mused.
I tilted my head. "Did I?"
She sighed. "You always had a sharp tongue. But you forget—words have consequences."
"Only for those who don’t know how to handle them."
Granny studied me for a long moment before shaking her head. "You truly have changed."
I held her gaze. "And yet, you haven’t."
A flicker of something crossed her face. Amusement? Frustration? It was hard to tell.
Michael shifted beside her, his patience wearing thin. "Why did you come back, Marietta?"
"Like I said," I scoffed. "For my award. Nothing more."
But even as I said the words, I knew they weren’t entirely true.
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Marietta’s POVThe night should have ended here.I had played my part. I had smiled, I had accepted my award, and I had made my statement. I should have been able to slip into the background now, enjoy the rest of the evening with a glass of champagne and a few well-placed deflections.But fate—or perhaps something far more cruel—had other plans."Ladies and gentlemen," the host’s voice rang out, smooth and confident. "Before we continue with our celebrations, we have a special moment planned."A hum of curiosity spread through the ballroom. My fingers curled tighter around my champagne glass."As you all know, tonight is about honoring excellence, resilience, and the undeniable power of talent." The host smiled warmly, looking out over the crowd. "And what better way to mark this occasion than with a dance?"A polite ripple of applause.I exhaled quietly. Fine. A dance. Let them twirl around in overpriced gowns and polished shoes. It had nothing to do with me.But then—"And who bette
Marietta's POVThe words landed like a whisper from the past—soft, and unexpected.For a moment, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.I stared at him, still in shock.Michael Whitmore wasn’t the type to joke."You…" My voice wavered. "You made me leave. You forced me out. That morning—"The memories crashed in, sharp and unrelenting.Michael, standing in our bedroom, his face blank, his voice like ice."Pack your things.""You don’t belong here anymore.""I’m done.""We are done."And now, after all these years, he stood before me, speaking as if none of it had ever happened. As if the pain, the betrayal, the years of silence hadn’t existed.I sucked in a sharp breath, forcing myself to stay steady. "You wanted me gone, Michael. And now you’re telling me you never signed them?"His jaw tensed, a flicker of something—regret? hesitation?—crossing his face."I filed them."A bitter laugh escaped before I could stop it. "Then what does it matter?" I shook my head, incredulous. "You already m
Marietta’s POVI made my way out of the hall and headed to the hotel room I had booked before flying down to America from Paris. The moment I stepped into my hotel suite, I locked the door behind me and exhaled. The night had drained me. Michael’s words still echoed in my head, twisting and turning in ways I didn’t want them to. "You never even asked me why." I hated that those words had shaken me. Three years. Three years of silence. Three years of building a life from nothing. I kicked off my heels and walked toward the minibar, pouring myself a glass of wine. I wasn’t in the mood to drink, but I needed something—anything—to drown out the emotions clawing at me. As I raised the glass to my lips, my phone vibrated on the table. Bella Monroe. For the first time since leaving that cursed gala, relief flooded through me. I pressed the answer button. "Took you long enough," Bella’s voice came through, smooth and sharp as ever. "I was starting to think you passed out somewher
Marietta's POVI had woken up that morning and realized last night was nothing but a dream. I had dreamt of him coming to my hotel room. I just had to pass the night there. I couldn't afford going to the place Mr. Felix my manager has booked for me. I was a bit drunk and celebrities life are being monitored. Going all the way to the place given to me by the company couldn't deny my image. Just as I was about to get out of bed. Clara my personal assistant walked in. "The manager asked of you last night. And why you didn't seem to go to the house," Clara broke the silence. "And what did you say?" "I told him you have some unfinished business," Clara cleared her throat. "Good," Handing over some files to me, I scanned through and noticed that I was still in one way or the other linked to Michael. "And when did the Whitmore invest in the acting world?" "Mr. Felix included them and-" She wasn't done talking when I made my way into the bathroom. "We are going to the whitmore's h
Marietta’s POV“Cancel every meeting for tomorrow. Book a flight to Paris. Now Clara!” I ordered.“Hey, Etta. Calm down.” Elsie grabbed my face.“It’s alright,” he patted my head.Placing my head on his chest, I wept.“I promise you, she’ll be fine,” Elsie assured me.“Do you want me to come with you?” Elsie asked.“Someone needs to be here. We’ve got a movie cast in a few days to Christmas, Elsie.” I wiped off my tears.“I have to go,” I said. “I’ll always call you. If you need anything from me, don’t hesitate to let me know, okay?” Elsie shouted from behind.It took me two hours before I got to the airport. “Clara, you won’t be going with me. But please, give Elsie all the support he needs.” “Yes, ma’am,” Clara bowed.My flight was a very tiring one. I couldn’t help myself.All through the journey, I was just tearing up. Making use of my scarf to cover my face. Since I was in first class, there was less disturbance from fans.It took me ten hours to get off the plane. I didn’t was
Marietta's POVI did not realise how much I had slept until Bella tapped me on the shoulder."Hey, Etta. Have it." She handed me a hamburger and a yogurt. "Thanks," I heaved a sigh. She sure knows how to take care of me."I figured out you haven't eaten all day," she smiled at me."What about Valerie? Do you think she'll be okay? She's all I have Bella." I cried out."Don't worry. The surgery was successful," Bella smiled.I heaved a sigh and quickly munched my food.Two hours later, the doctor reached out, a smile tugged on his face. "Valerie is okay. She just needs some rest," he replied."Thank you, doctor." I cried out as Bella held me tighter.A call interrupted the moment. It was Elsie. "I've been worried sick about you. How's Valerie?" Elsie questioned. "Valerie's fine," I answered wiping my tears."Are you crying? Do you want me to come over?" Elsie asked impatiently. "No, I'm not. I'm fine." I lied."I'll be back soon. Thanks. I have to go now," I replied, before hanging
Marietta's POVI quickly rang Clara again. "Where's Mr. Felix going next?”“As we speak right now, he’s on his way to America,” Clara answered.“Please, let him know I want to have a conversation with him,” I replied.“Yes, ma’am,” Clara replied.I teared up immediately, turning to Bella.“You’ll be fine. Trust me,” Bella consoled me.“Bella, this is my career. The only thing that has fed me, and Valerie till now,” I cried out.“Could it be Katty?” I assumed.“Katty? How did you meet that witch again?” Bella asked angrily.“I found out she was one of the co-founders of the movie industry I just got signed in,” I narrated my hands trembling in fear.“I’ll take care of Valerie for you. Go save your career,” Bella patted my back.“Thanks, Bella. What would I do without you?” I wiped off my tears, reaching for my handbag.“Tell Valerie, mommy will be back.” I kissed my daughter’s forehead before racing out.Clashing into Michael at the exit, I froze in fear. But I wasn’t even ready for his
Marietta's POV"Mr. Whitmore has a daughter? How?" I heard some of my colleagues mutter."How? I thought they were divorced?" Another added.My eyes darted from Granny Lorette to Elsie. I yanked my hands off from Michael's and made my way out."Etta!" Elsie called but I didn't answer.Making my way out, Clara quickly got the car door for me. "Marietta, wait!" Elsie pulled me back. Spinning me around, I clashed against his chest. For a moment, his eyes bored into mine, and quickly I withdrew myself. "Elsie, the reporters will be here any minute. I need to leave," I answered."What was he talking about?" Elsie pointed at the door."Can we talk about this later, Elsie? I'm not in my right state of mind," I whispered.Making my way back to the car, Elsie's voice echoed from behind."Do you still love him?" He asked yet again.Over the years, one thing has kept me going. And that was Valerie. But also, I couldn't stop thinking about Michael. The more I thought about him, the more I got
Michael’s POVI had carefully sat across my reading table, watching Katty getting wedded to Elsie. She succeeded in ruining my life, and now she thinks she could get a good one? Especially with the sterling, it wasn’t going to happen.“Until I put you all under my feet!” I clenched my fist in anger, staring at the screen vividly. Waiting patiently for the assassin whom I had paid to kill both of them.Just then, a knock landed on the door. Standing at the entrance was Donovan.“Is he in already?” I questioned. Since it was Jackson who was getting married today, I was sure the security would be tight, and that is why I had sent my assassin to go a day before the wedding.“Yes, boss.”“Good.” And as we sat down to watch what was about to happen, a smile trailed off my lips.“Do you, Katty, accept this man as your husband? To love and to cherish? In sickness or in health? Till death do you part?” The priest questioned, and I smiled mockingly. Knowing fully well that this was going to
Michael’s POVI had carefully sat across my reading table, watching Katty getting wedded to Elsie. She succeeded in ruining my life, and now she thinks she could get a good one? Especially with the sterling, it wasn’t going to happen.“Until I put you all under my feet!” I clenched my fist in anger, staring at the screen vividly. Waiting patiently for the assassin whom I had paid to kill both of them.Just then, a knock landed on the door. Standing at the entrance was Donovan.“Is he in already?” I questioned. Since it was Jackson who was getting married today, I was sure the security would be tight, and that is why I had sent my assassin to go a day before the wedding.“Yes, boss.”“Good.” And as we sat down to watch what was about to happen, a smile trailed off my lips.“Do you, Katty, accept this man as your husband? To love and to cherish? In sickness or in health? Till death do you part?” The priest questioned, and I smiled mockingly. Knowing fully well that this was going to
Marietta’s POVI scoffed in disbelief because this was starting to look like an emotional blackmail, especially with the reporters being around.“What are you doing?” I gasped in shock.Should love be a do-or-die thing? Why must he go to the extent of pulling this kind of string?I was running from Aiden, my one-night stand and now I’m in front of my delusional ex-husband who has suddenly gone mad after killing our daughter because of his reckless attitude.“Hae you gone mad?!”“Yes,” he said, pulling the trigger, and raising a finger to stop his guards from interfering.“I’ve gone made because of you!” He lashed out. “And I need us to talk about this.” He heaved a sigh with the gun still placed on his head.“Please!” He shouted. “Just you and me.”“I have nothing to say to you, Michael.” I yanked his hand off me. “Clara let’s go,”“If you step a foot into this car, I’m going to pull this trigger.” He threatened.Taking off my glasses, I stared at him, my eyes devoid of emotions. “I’
Marietta’s POV I had woken up muttering my daughter's name. I squeezed the bed with my eyes still shut. “Valerie!” I lashed before opening my eyes. My whole body trembled at the sight of the Greek god lying beside me. How can a man who sleeps with women for money be this flawless?His eyes, his cute little nose–Fuck! I don't want to do this. We are done. And I don't want to see him again. It's time to get back at those who haunted me and my daughter. Love? It's already been deleted from my dictionary. Looking behind me, I noticed the wall clock was just ticking after six in the morning. I can't afford to be seen like this. I'm a public figure and I really need to keep my decency. Just then, it dawned on me that my daughter was dead. The decency thing has ended. So I don't give two fucks about what anyone says. They will always talk. And they can go fuck themselves. Everyone had pretended not to know a thing. Just because Michael paid them off. I'm human too. Being an ac
Marietta’s POV I had woken up muttering my daughter's name. I squeezed the bed with my eyes still shut. “Valerie!” I lashed before opening my eyes. My whole body trembled at the sight of the Greek god lying beside me. How can a man who sleeps with women for money be this flawless?His eyes, his cute little nose–Fuck! I don't want to do this. We are done. And I don't want to see him again. It's time to get back at those who haunted me and my daughter. Love? It's already been deleted from my dictionary. Looking behind me, I noticed the wall clock was just ticking after six in the morning. I can't afford to be seen like this. I'm a public figure and I really need to keep my decency. Just then, it dawned on me that my daughter was dead. The decency thing has ended. So I don't give two fucks about what anyone says. They will always talk. And they can go fuck themselves. Everyone had pretended not to know a thing. Just because Michael paid them off. I'm human too. Being an ac
Marietta's POV“Do some artificial respiration. She’s still breathing,” Bella yelled.I wasted no time in adhering to what she had suggested.“Did you say anything to her? I think I asked Clara to always be with her every time?” I said, breathing some air into her.I cannot lose her too. I’ve already lost a daughter.“C’mon, Marietta,” “You cannot die now, please!” I shouted.I was about to order them to get a nurse, when Etta finally breathed out.I felt a bit weak, as my legs cringed beneath me. For a second I thought I’d lost her.My heart raced faster, knowing the kind of history we both had in the past.If this happens, then the world will never look at me the same again. It’s enough for them to think we killed our daughter. I cannot have the reporters put us out there again.Laying her on the bed, and adjusting the air conditoner, I turned towards Bella.“What happened?”“She said she wanted to come pick something up at your side,” Bella rolled her eyes.Even though I’ve been
Michael’s POV“Do some artificial respiration. She’s still breathing,” Bella yelled.I wasted no time in adhering to what she had suggested.“Did you say anything to her? I think I asked Clara to always be with her every time?” I said, breathing some air into her.I cannot lose her too. I’ve already lost a daughter.“C’mon, Marietta,” “You cannot die now, please!” I shouted.I was about to order them to get a nurse, when Etta finally breathed out.I felt a bit weak, as my legs cringed beneath me. For a second I thought I’d lost her.My heart raced faster, knowing the kind of history we both had in the past.If this happens, then the world will never look at me the same again. It’s enough for them to think we killed our daughter. I cannot have the reporters put us out there again.Laying her on the bed, and adjusting the air conditoner, I turned towards Bella.“What happened?”“She said she wanted to come pick something up at your side,” Bella rolled her eyes.Even though I’ve been
Michael’s POV“Do some artificial respiration. She’s still breathing,” Bella yelled.I wasted no time in adhering to what she had suggested.“Did you say anything to her? I think I asked Clara to always be with her every time?” I said, breathing some air into her.I cannot lose her too. I’ve already lost a daughter.“C’mon, Marietta,” “You cannot die now, please!” I shouted.I was about to order them to get a nurse, when Etta finally breathed out.I felt a bit weak, as my legs cringed beneath me. For a second I thought I’d lost her.My heart raced faster, knowing the kind of history we both had in the past.If this happens, then the world will never look at me the same again. It’s enough for them to think we killed our daughter. I cannot have the reporters put us out there again.Laying her on the bed, and adjusting the air conditoner, I turned towards Bella.“What happened?”“She said she wanted to come pick something up at your side,” Bella rolled her eyes.Even though I’ve been
Marietta's POVEIGHT MONTHS LATERNine months of pain, discomfort, and struggle had led to this moment."The baby is here! One last push!" the nurse urged, her voice laced with encouragement.Drenched in sweat, I mustered every last ounce of strength. A piercing scream escaped my lips as I made the final push. Then—relief. My body slackened as exhaustion consumed me, and tears welled in my eyes.I barely registered the tiny cries echoing in the room. The baby had come early. I had been terrified I wouldn't survive this—my first childbirth, all alone in a foreign place.The nurse cradled my baby in her arms. "A healthy little girl," she murmured with a smile.With the last bit of energy I had left, I lifted my weak gaze toward the small bundle. My child. My family."Finally…" I whispered, tears rolling down my cheeks. "I have a family in this world."Then, darkness consumed me.A knock at the door pulled me from unconsciousness. My eyelids fluttered open to see a nurse standing beside