IRIS’ POV
“Let’s cheer for having a wonderful fundraiser this year,” the MC cheered and as we clinked glasses, there were rounds of applause. “My wife, Iris.” I smiled as I shook hands with the man. There were so many people who wanted to meet me at this event and I couldn’t say I was surprised. I mean, Orchard was a hot name, so, everyone wanted to meet him and his wife who he always talked about and always shouted out to in his speeches whenever he won awards. “Shall we steal your wife for a moment, Mr. Hector? Your business talks seem to bore her.” One of the businessmen’s wives asked as she slowly gilded me away. Orchard raised his brow, trying to confirm from me and when I nodded, indicating I’d be fine, he agreed to let me go. I wasn’t sure about being away from him, but I was actually starting to get bored with what the other businessmen were saying. They weren’t even having business talks. “Hello, everyone. Introducing Iris, Orchard Hector’s beautiful wife. We all have to admit that she’s beautiful. He sure has an eclectic taste.” She told the other women as she nudged at me and I couldn’t help but force a smile before nodding as I took a sip of my drink. “Nice to meet you all.” I responded. No, it wasn’t nice to meet them. Especially the ones who were staring at me with what I didn’t want to believe was envy. “I remember trying to link my daughter up with Orchard. They even went on a blind date together, but…” She clicked her tongue, flipping her hair behind her as she eyed me. “I guess Orchard had other people in mind. He seems to have good taste, I hate to admit.” “Not really good taste if he’s going for someone’s leftovers, is it?” I heard someone call from behind me as they grabbed my shoulder, turning me to face them, and, on turning, I rolled my eyes at who was behind me. “Tiffany…” She chuckled as she put her hands around me, turning me to face the others. “Doesn’t life suck? I mean, from one rich man to another, huh, Sis?” She chuckled again before taking her hands off me. “You should get an award, don’t you think? I mean, moving on so fast and—” “And what is it to you, Tiffany?” I turned to her, passing my glass to the nearest waiter. “Why do you care?” “I wonder what kind of man would even accept you. Are you just there to warm his bed?” “I wonder what kind of organization would still want to cooperate with you knowing you’ve successfully managed to make me lose interest in working with your company.” Turning, it was to see Orchard and one of his business partners. He turned to the man. “Take it from here. Make sure she’s terminated.” He walked to me as he put his hands around me. “Does anyone else have anything to say to my wife?” He asked as he stared at them and taking a look at every one of their faces, I could see the fear in their eyes. I slowly pulled him closer by the shirt before making him lean in. I scolded in a hushed tone. “Isn’t it a little too much? Getting her terminated?” As if trying to prove a point and express sovereignty, Orchard responded loudly, gaze locked with mine. “Anyone who disrespects my wife will get whatever they deserve. I won’t back down.” I sighed, knowing he’d successfully terrorized an entirety of elites. Turning to Tiffany, I tucked my hair behind me. “Don’t call me ‘sis’, because I am back for what’s mine, Tiffany. I am going to get back every single thing you stole from me and I’ll make sure I do so while you watch.” I told her before winking and walking away. I could feel the fear. They would have never expected me to be able to make such a comeback while I was away, but I did. I would get back everything that had been stolen from me and I would make sure they all paid for what they did to me. . Nervously caressing the glass, I did my best to look away. I had excused myself from Orchard because I felt he was in a very important meeting, but now I was starting to regret it as in all this time, I could feel his eyes on me. The man who had hurt me couldn’t stop staring at me and I couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. I took a deep breath. Screw it. I had to get out of here. Just as I made to walk away, I felt someone grab me, pulling me back to themselves and I gasped, the glass coming out of my hand as it crashed to the ground and raising my head, it was none other than Dave. I turned, wasn’t he on the other side just a moment ago? “What on earth are you doing, Dave?” I asked him as I pushed him away. Sizing me up, Dave chuckled with a flirty tone. “Charming dress, Iris. Did you wear it for me?” “Get away from me. I want nothing to do with you.” I said, and just as I turned, he grabbed the hem of my dress, shaking his head. “Listen, Iris. I know I screwed up,” Dave began but I cut him off. “Screwing up is signing the wrong documents, Dave! To go after my stepsister while being married to me—” I yelled—“is an act of war!” “What’s going on here?” That was Orchard, as he put his hands around me. Relief washed over me once again. “I have no idea. He just came and….” “You have no idea?” Dave got off his feet as he scoffed. “Scared of telling him I’m your husband? That….” “Ex husband,” I corrected and earned a scoff. “So, what? I ought to stay—what, ten feet away because you somehow...” I raised my hand, flaunting my ring in his face before sighing. “I’m married now, Dave. Whatever happened between us—it’s in the past. Don’t create a scene here.” “A scene? Oh, I sure as hell am going to create one if you don’t stop pretending, Iris. Don’t act like you’re happy in this marriage. You might be happy as a person, but your husband, or him being your husband, is definitely not the reason you’re happy .” Dave inched closer to me. Just as he made to speak again, Orchard stepped in, putting him away. “Take a step closer and I will end you. Respect yourself and run to Daddy, Mr. Rover,” Orchard warned and chills ran down my spine. Four years and I’d never seen Orchard this terrifying, cold steel in his voice. “Answer me, Iris. Are you happy with him? Tell me! Are you…” Dave’s tantrums were cut short as he began to wheeze. I looked up to see Orchard’s hand wrapped tightly around Dave’s neck, restricting his airflow. “I warned you, Mr. Rover. Do not test my fury.” People were closing in on us. Terrified, I ran to Orchard’s side and tugged on him to free Dave. “He won’t approach me again, Orchard. Let him go!” I got no reaction as Orchard’s hand cruelly tightened more, choking Dave further. “Orchard!” I screamed as Dave’s eyelids began to close. “You’re gonna kill him!” Orchard’s countenance shifted from cold to even colder as he dropped Dave to the ground, his bloodshot eyes terrifying as fuck. I helped him out of the scene and ushered him along as I recalled what Dave said. Was I truly happy? I was happy, but was I happy with Orchard being my husband? Lost in thoughts as I watched men drag Dave away, a reporter grabbed me from behind. “You were married before you got together with Orchard Hector?”Iris's POVI sighed, liking the ease in the tension I felt as my aching muscles were massaged by the hot water in the tub. It had been nothing short of a roller coaster coming back home from the fundraiser. The fundraiser was a capital disappointment. Aside from the couple of unpleasant faces and nothing short of a debacle that had happened right in front of me, I'd say it was a failure I was expecting to see on the news or some backwater gossip column. "Oh God," I mumbled under my breath as I sank deeper into the tub. "Are you going to stay there until the water turns cold?" My eyes found Orchard, dressed in nothing but a towel, as he entered the bathroom. "I'm going to the hotel," he said. "I have a few meetings here and there. Don’t wait up," he added, shooting me a small smile. My eyes followed him as he left the bathroom, his questions still weighing heavily on my mind. Answers I never gave. Was I a bad person?” I asked myself. I waited for about 10 more minutes until I
Iris’ PovThe drive to the hotel admin building was very quick from the apartment. Either the driver was flying, or I was simply too absorbed in my thoughts to notice by the time we got there.I was nervous throughout the elevator ride up to Orchard’s office, easily bypassing his PA and opening his office door. He was standing with his back towards me, facing the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the city of San Jose.I cleared my throat, drawing his attention."I heard you were coming," he said. He turned around and ate up the distance between us with his long strides."I had no choice," I said. “I didn’t know when you’d come back home, so I decided to meet up with you.”As the word “home” left my lips, a strange feeling welled up inside me. Perhaps it’s about the word, or perhaps it is the weight it carries.With Dave, I had no idea about what I had, but with Orchard, it was clear I had a home.“Uhmmm…” Orchard’s low murmur pierced through my thoughts, making me realize I had z
Iris’s Pov.My mind probably never played tricks on me, so I doubted it was truly Dave standing not so far behind me."Isn't this interesting," he smiled, playing with something in his hand and his pocket, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "So the rumors were true. You really are like that, huh? You are nothing more than the simple, subtle bitch drifting from one rich dick to the other."At the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Orchard squeezing his large hand into a fist, causing the bold veins to bulge. "Clearly, someone has never heard of manners in his entire life," he said, raising his eyes towards Dave.I turned around to find Dave slowly running his eyes over Orchard. "You really did get married," he said. "And to this the guy? Really? This is the best you could come up with?"He chuckled with a slight shake of his head. Condescending, I thought. A little too much."What the fuck?" I heard Orchard say in a growl. "You don’t think you’re going to talk to my wife t
ris’ Pov“What don’t you like?” I asked, staring at Orchard confusedly.He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped midway, his brows were knitted. A gesture that showed he was deep in thoughts. Then he turned towards the window, “that smell,” he muttered.My face fell at his words, an air of confusion surrounding me. The amount of weirdness I was getting from him was too much for one night.“Orchard, what is really going…” my words hung in the air as the stench hit my nose as well, temporarily knocking the air out of my longs. I followed the smell and it led me out of the car to the side of the road.There was a vehicle smashed against a tree. Its hood was bent beyond recognition, glass scattered everywhere like shattered ice. The sight took my breath away, and I could barely whisper, “Oh no… no…”My knees started to wobble, and the world spun around me. Just as my legs gave out, strong arms caught me from behind, pulling me back to reality. “Iris, I’ve got you,” Orchard’s voi
Orchard "Tell me you have something," I mumbled into the phone once I shut the door to the master bedroom behind me."It's bad," Richard, my lawyer, said. "I think it's best to call it in.""Come to the office as early as possible tomorrow. We need to have a long conversation." I stopped mid-step, and my free hand soon clenched into a fist until I felt pain in my palms from my nails digging into my skin. I shut my eyes tightly."How deep does it go?" I asked.He stood silent for a moment. "Deep," he said. "It's minutes upon minutes of slander. But that's not the main point. We have a few problems, mostly with information." He paused. "You know what? Just come in tomorrow."I let out a small sigh and continued my trip to my study. Once there, I pulled out my laptop and opened my email."I've sent you a couple of files," he said. "Take a quick look at them and get back to me. I've already initiated some lawsuits against a few people and issued some cease and desists to other influencer
Orchard.I woke up to the incessant ringing of my alarm, reminding me it was time for another day of work. Mornings weren’t usually my favorite time of the day, but my thoughts on that, became conflicted since I married Iris. Although, I stubbornly refused to admit it to myself, I loved waking up to see the sunlight caressing her beautiful face. Those faint glows on her luscious lips were enough to keep me going throughout the day. “Morning,” I whispered as I got out of bed, even though she was still sleeping. I took a quick shower and soon fitted into my work clothes. I had them picked out for me already, so I spent a lesser time dressing up. I hadn’t said goodbye to Iris when I was leaving. In fact, I left while she was still snoozing happily, her face buried into her pillow. I made a quick and quiet arc of getting dressed and heading outside, ensuring I barely made a sound until I was in the car and zoomed off to work.As promised, Richard was waiting for me in front of my of
IrisI woke up to several text messages flooding my phone, completely covering the home screen."What?" I mumbled to myself groggily. I wiped the sleep from my eyes, muttering something incoherent about waking up to too many things and having to look at my phone so early in the morning."Hey, it's Macy. I'm meeting you for lunch today. Here’s the address." Underneath was the name of a rather popular restaurant some distance away from my house. I knew it; it was where Tiffany liked to go and "flex," as she would say, with her friends back when we were in high school.I buried my head back into the pillow, mumbling, "Why me?" I asked myself, until I suddenly remembered I was married to a rich man and that, by virtue of the fundraiser I went to, I had thrown myself into the limelight as a social butterfly."Oh God," I sat up straight. That wasn’t all she had texted. I buried my head back into the pillow and decided it best to take another nap for at least two hours.My eyes suddenly snap
Iris.The hairs on my skin stood still as her ever irritating voice scarred the walls of my eardrum. I could immediately feel bile rising to my throat, sucking all the air from my throat.My eyes darted to Macy and she stared back, shaking apologetically. Showing that she had no idea Tiffany was coming.So this was a set up? I thought to myself. Wonderful.“Hello, Tiffany,” I turned around to meet her gaze, offering her a wide smile. She, and perhaps everyone else in the room could tell it was fake, but I didn’t care. “Why don’t you join us,” I gestured to a seat at the corner of the room.“No, thank you.” She batted her fake eyelashes, “I’d rather sit beside you.”The reason as to why she was invited remained uncertain, but those days I let her walk over me like I was some carpet at an ancient temple, was long gone.“Of course.” I replied. “Sisters should stick to each other, shouldn’t they?” I turned to the other women, and they each gave their nod of approval. Even the one who wou
OrchardIris made the most adorable pregnant woman ever. Maybe it was just my sentiment—I would always believe that. Maybe it was still my sentiment to want her to have another baby just because she made the most adorable pregnant woman ever. And perhaps those sentiments couldn’t be shared with her. But when it always came down to the delivery room, I found myself pacing. "It’s a normal reaction," the nurses said. "It’s normal," they said eventually. "Why don’t you come hold her hand?" the half-face-covered nurse stretched out a hand. "Are you okay?" I whispered in her ear. "Oh yeah, I’m amazing," she mumbled. "But sure, if we want to make this mountain out of a molehill, we can. Besides, I already requested an epidural," she rolled her eyes at me. "Maybe you’re just being dramatic," she waved me off. Maybe I was. Maybe I was just shy. After all, it wasn’t every day a man got to witness this perfect being born. "Okay, I feel something," she gripped my hand. The secon
Orchard Nothing, except the mild silence of the humidifier beside my bed, the steady beeping of the heart monitor, and, of course, the gentle hum of the air conditioner, filled the room. Aside from having to convince my wife—well, I wasn’t sure what we were now, but we surely were something—convincing her to go home, take a shower, get dressed, and look prettier the day after was more than enough. The same could apply to Mom. Partly, it was because of the text message I had received from Dad. “Is it all right if I come see you?” he had texted earlier. “Me telling you no isn’t going to change your mind, so why bother?” I texted back. And, as they say, speak of the devil, and he shall appear. An hour later, Dad walked into my hospital room as though he owned the place—which was mildly accurate. He was one of those with the largest holdings in the hospital. Or, well, he had some of the largest holdings in the hospital. While he didn’t own it specifically, neither did I, but he d
IrisHarold couldn’t be fast enough. Or maybe it was the fact that the speed limit was simply too slow, and Harold was dancing just at the edge. Either way, I kept pounding my heel against the floor of the car while biting my lips, and it seemed the buildings were moving apart too slowly. “I’m going as fast as I can, Mrs. Hector,” Harold said, and turned towards the rearview mirror, his eyes darting towards me. “I’m driving as fast as I can,” he said again, his eyes meeting mine this time. “We’ll be there soon.” His eyes crinkled at the edges, smiling at me. He offered little comfort, I thought to myself, as my face strangely cracked into a small smile. “Thank you,” I said, letting out a huff of air and pulling my fingers together, trying to calm them from the shaking earlier. Who’d have thought talking to the stepmother who effectively bullied you your whole life would cause some form of shakiness? Eventually, we reached the hospital in one piece—mostly. I bolted straight u
IrisPerhaps it was not just me but the entire court, but everyone seemed to let out a breath of relief. I caught sight of Karen sitting somewhere at the back of the room.Simply, I got sight of her because I was jittery, my eyes darting all over the place.Perhaps I was so eager to keep my eyes off Dave that I simply couldn’t look at the person—the wicked person—he had become. He was so unrecognizable.He was not the man I had known all my life; he was not the man I had fallen in love with. No. Buried far from those things were the sweet smiles he had given me when I was younger and the messages of conviction. *"You’re the only woman I could ever marry,"* he had said. Well, perhaps that part was true. I was the only one he married—but probably not the only one he could love. No. His love went to other places; his love had a knack for doing that, going to various places. But none of that mattered for the children. At least that chapter was closed. I raised my eyes to the prose
Iris’ Pov I got the call from the police station. They told me Dave wanted to see me. I didn’t want to go. After everything he’d done, why would I? But then, Orchard’s mum, Halle, said she’d come with me. I needed her support, so I agreed.When we got to the station, my hands were shaking. Halle held my arm gently, and we walked in together. They led us to the room where Dave was sitting. “Iris,” he said, “you came.”I didn’t sit down. I just looked at him, feeling all the anger rise inside me. “You better pray Orchard wakes up,” I said, “if she doesn’t, you’ll regret ever knowing me.”Dave smirked. “I don’t care what happens to me. If Orchard dies, I’m justified.”I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Justified? For what? Before I could say anything else, Halle held me.“There’s no use talking to a man like him,” he’s lost his mind. Let’s go, Iris.”Just as we turned to leave, a cop walked into the room. He had a file in his hand and a serious look on his face.“We found new evide
Iris’ PovI sat in the cold, hard chair outside the operating room, my breaths were shallow and uneven. It felt like I had been holding my breath the entire time.Orchard was in there, fighting for his life. The doctors had rushed him in as soon as we arrived at the hospital, I wanted to believe he would make it, but the blood, there had been so much blood. I couldn’t stop seeing it.My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. I joined them together, pressing them tightly against my lap, trying to steady them, but it didn’t work. My clothes still smelled like blood and sweat, and I hated it.“Iris,” a soft voice said beside me.I looked up to see Orchard’s mother. I had called her as soon as I arrived. She placed a hand on my shoulder.“He’s strong,” she said, though her voice cracked. “He’s going to make it.”I nodded, but I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t find any words.The hallway was too quiet, the kind of silence that only made things worse. Every time the doors to the operating room swung open,
Dave’s Pov The sound of the gunshot still rang in my ears as I stumbled back, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The scene before me felt surreal, like something out of a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. Orchard was on the floor, blood spreading around him like a dark, growing shadow. Iris knelt beside him, screaming his name, her hands pressed desperately against his chest as if she could stop the life from slipping out of him. “Orchard! Stay with me! Please!” she sobbed, tears streaming down her face. Her voice was filled with panic, raw and heart-wrenching. And I just stood there, frozen. My hand was still gripping the gun, my knuckles white. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. All I could do was stare at the chaos I had caused. What have I done? The question repeated over and over in my mind, but I couldn’t find an answer. I hadn’t planned for this to happen, not like this. I just wanted to scare them, to make them pay attention, to make her listen to me. But now…
Iris’ Pov The gun pressed against my head was a constant reminder of how close I was to disaster. I could see the anger in Dave’s eyes, the wild, unpredictable rage that told me he wasn’t bluffing. He was mad enough to do anything. The memory of the day he shot my stepsister, suddenly hit me. The look on his face then was the same as now. No hesitation, no regret. Just pure fury.I knew better than to argue with him. If I made one wrong move, one wrong word, this could end horribly. I forced myself to take a shaky breath, trying to calm the panic that threatened to overwhelm me.“Dave,”please, let’s not do this. Name your price. Whatever you want, we’ll do it. Just… just let us go.”For a moment, he didn’t say anything. He just stared at me, his grip on the gun tightening and loosening, like he was considering his options.Then he laughed, a bitter, hollow sound that made my stomach twist. “Name my price?” he said mockingly. “It’s too late for that, Iris. Don’t you get it? There’s n
Iris’ Pov My body stirred, waking me from a restless dream. At first, I didn’t understand why I woke up, but then I felt a familiar discomfort in my stomach.I sighed quietly and got out of bed, careful not to wake Orchard. The room was dark, lit only by the faint light of the moon that filtered through the curtains. I paused for a moment, listening to his steady breathing, and then padded softly toward the bathroom.The bathroom tiles were cold under my bare feet, and I shivered slightly as I finished and washed my hands. I thought I would just crawl back into bed and try to sleep again, but as I stepped out of the bathroom, I realized how dry my throat felt. My mouth felt like sandpaper, and my lips were cracked.“I need some water,” I murmured to myself, my voice barely above a whisper.The thought of going downstairs in the middle of the night wasn’t appealing, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I didn’t quench my thirst. So, I turned toward the stairs, walking as quietly