IrisI didn’t care that my dad was standing there, I was more focused on how my words affected Tiffany, and briefly glancing at her, I found her face completely pink.Oh, it was a perfect sight, I thought to myself: Tiffany’s face, utterly embarrassed. Even if I was practically calling a bluff, it was a good bluff nonetheless.By the time I was leaving the building, I simply couldn't help the giddy smile on my face, even to the point where the receptionist I'd encountered before cocked her head at me. It felt good to be on the winning side at least once in a while, I thought as I pushed the door open.Just as I was stepping out onto the street to find my chivalrous driver, I thought to myself that I couldn’t have a worse fate than the one I had now—right as a red Ferrari pulled up in front of the building, and none other than my ex slid out of the door as if he were the main character of some romantic comedy.Surely he knew exactly what he was doing, I thought, rolling my eyes at the
Iris"Oh God," I mumbled out loud, stopping dead in my tracks, as I took in the sight before me."You good?" Orchard bent to look at me, his worried eyes filling my line of sight. "You’re going to be fine," he said. "Besides, we've got some things now, don't we?" I wanted to say "yeah," but I knew my father. I knew he wouldn't understand things like this, but still, I’d give him the benefit of the doubt. I followed as Orchard led me into Tiffany's office. Tiffany initially began to smirk, but as soon as her eyes landed on Orchard behind me, her smirk fell just as quickly as it had appeared. My father turned with surprise on his face. My stepmother’s reaction was quite comical, too; it was truly a day of comical moments. In their defense, I was surprised as well, I totally hadn’t expected Orchard to show up out of the blue, beat Dave up and request for a family meeting. There had been a crazy turn of events and I still wasn’t sure what the meeting was about."What are you doing here
OrchardI rarely ever regretted things in my life. Most of my actions were done with careful deliberation. But for the first time—well, one of the first times, save for dating that girl called Cindy Crawford in high school—I regretted my actions.I regretted not punching Dave hard enough. I regretted not knocking the living daylights out of him until he begged me to stop. Maybe if I had done it well enough, he wouldn’t be so proud as to go and call the damn police on me.My eyes found her parents and then Iris. “Is this true?” Iris’s father said, rising to his feet.I should have hit him harder than that, humbled him, I thought, only within earshot of Iris herself. She, in turn, pinched me slightly on the thigh, sending jolts through my brain—not the kind that would be best discussed on a family-friendly channel, to say the least. Iris stood to her feet.“It was all for good reason,” she said. “He tried to assault me, and my husband was defending me. Last time I checked, none of that
Iris’ Pov I stood on our room’s balcony, inhaling and exhaling, as I soaked in the evening breeze. Outside, a few stars were visible, twinkling softly. Orchard had excused himself to make a call in his study, and as much as I respected his privacy, I couldn’t help the worry that gnawed at me. He had been tensed since we arrived home, which was a few hours ago. He was silent even at the dinner table, and barely said a word to me when we came back our room. I may not know him too well, but I knew something was troubling him, and it bothered me that he wouldn’t share it with me.I sat in silence, listening to the distant murmur of his footsteps as he headed down the hallway. After a few minutes, I couldn’t resist. I was curious to know what was going on. I got of bed as quietly as I could, I tiptoed down the hall to his study. I knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t stand the thought of him bearing a burden alone.When I reached his study, I saw that the door was left slight
Orchard…The drive to the restaurant was quiet, a tense silence settling between Iris and me. I kept my eyes on the road, watching the streetlights slide past in a blur of light and shadow. Iris fixed her gaze outside the window, neither of us said a word, but the unspoken tension filled the car, like a storm gathering in the distance.When we arrived at the restaurant, I spotted Dave, Tiffany, and her mother already seated by the large windows, their silhouettes framed by the glow of the chandeliers above. I turned to Iris as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Will you be okay here on your own for a bit?”“I’ll be fine,” she replied, offering me a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.I gave a nod, reaching out to squeeze her hand briefly before getting out of the car. I knew she could handle herself, but I still felt reluctant to leave her alone in this tense atmosphere. As I made my way inside, I caught sight of my uncle, sitting at the far end of a private room, his eyes immediat
Orchard…The drive to the restaurant was quiet, a tense silence settling between Iris and me. I kept my eyes on the road, watching the streetlights slide past in a blur of light and shadow. Iris fixed her gaze outside the window, neither of us said a word, but the unspoken tension filled the car, like a storm gathering in the distance.When we arrived at the restaurant, I spotted Dave, Tiffany, and her mother already seated by the large windows, their silhouettes framed by the glow of the chandeliers above. I turned to Iris as I unbuckled my seatbelt. “Will you be okay here on your own for a bit?”“I’ll be fine,” she replied, offering me a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.I gave a nod, reaching out to squeeze her hand briefly before getting out of the car. I knew she could handle herself, but I still felt reluctant to leave her alone in this tense atmosphere. As I made my way inside, I caught sight of my uncle, sitting at the far end of a private room, his eyes immediat
Iris….I was left alone in the passenger seat, tapping my fingers against my thigh, counting the seconds as they ticked by. The silence wasn’t terrible, just… dull. I let out a sigh, glancing at my reflection in the side mirror. My face looked tired, and a little boredom stretched across my features.“I’ll just take a quick look around,” I muttered to myself, pushing open the car door. My curiosity was getting the better of me. Besides, staying cooped up in that car wasn’t doing me any favors. I stretched, feeling the stiffness in my muscles ease as I stepped out. The surroundings were simple but lovely—greenery lined the paths, and a few birds chirped here and there, flitting between the trees. It felt peaceful.I wandered along the path, admiring a bed of bright flowers, bending to examine them closely. Nature always had a way of calming me down. The fresh air, the soft rustling of leaves—it was like a gentle lullaby.But soon, I started to feel tired, my legs ached from the walk.
OrchardFlashing lights may cause epileptic seizures, and "all that jazz" could best describe the exact thing I was currently facing. Flashing lights, over and over again from nearly a hundred cameras in front of me in one of the conference rooms of my hotel, nearly blinded me. I shut my eyes briefly, turning my head and finding Iris not so far off to the side. Her eyes were on me, brimming with support of some sort. If only she could come closer, I thought to myself as I shot her a small smile."Remember," I felt a hand on my shoulder and my uncle’s voice in my ear."Offer an apology, tell them...""I know what to say. I'm not a kid, you know." I shrugged his hand off my shoulder and turned once more to the flashing lights. I snapped my fingers in front of the nearest microphone, causing the flashes to momentarily stop."My name is Orchard Hector." I cast my eyes briefly towards the crowd of vigorously typing reporters. "A few things have come to light recently," I said. "A few vid
Tiffany’s PovThe night was supposed to be mine. Everything was supposed to go smoothly, and I was certain that I’d leave the event with a stronger grip on the future. But now, everything had flipped upside down, and I felt like I’d been struck by lightning.It all began when Halle stepped onto the stage. The room, which had been filled with the low hum of conversations, quieted instantly. Everyone turned to look at her. She was a commanding presence, dressed in an emerald dress that screamed elegance and authority. The stage lights glinted off her jewelry, making her look even more powerful. She was a woman who commanded respect with just a glance.I was standing with a group of businessmen, politely laughing at a joke I didn’t find funny, when Halle started to speak.“Good evening, everyone,” she began. “Thank you all for coming tonight to celebrate a new chapter in our journey. This evening is about more than just marking the move of our company to San Francisco. It’s also about t
IrisThe hall descended into chaos in an instant. What had been an event full of laughter and conversation now felt like a nightmare. Screams and shouts replaced the gentle hum of chatter.My heels clicked sharply on the floor as I dodged the panicked crowd rushing toward the exits. My first thought was Orchard. I needed to find him.But as I scanned the room, my eyes landed on a small figure crouched under a table near the far wall. A little girl. She couldn’t have been more than six years old, her tiny frame trembling as she clung to the tablecloth. Her tear-streaked face peeked out for a moment before retreating underneath the table.Pushing through the crowd, I made my way to her, crouching down so I could see her better. She flinched when she noticed me.“Hey, sweetheart,” I said softly, “it’s okay. I’m here to help you.”She didn’t move, her small hands gripped the table leg like it was her lifeline.“What’s your name?” I asked gently, inching closer.Her voice was barely above
Orchard’s PovThe applause still echoed in my ears as Iris and I stepped off the stage. Her hand was warm in mine, and the glow of the spotlight seemed to linger on her face even as we moved back into the crowd.She was smiling, no, beaming. I couldn’t stop looking at her. This wasn’t just her moment; it was our moment. I felt like the proudest husband alive.I stayed close to her, my hand never leaving hers, even as people swarmed around us with congratulations. Every handshake and pat on the back was for her, but I took just as much pride in it. Watching her shine was my greatest joy. She deserved all of this and more.“You were amazing up there,” I whispered to her as we finally found a quieter corner of the room. “Your speech was heartfelt, I could tell.”She laughed softly, the sound like music to my ears. “I was so nervous, Orchard. My hands were shaking. I forgot the anxiety that comes with going on stage.”“Nobody noticed,” I assured her. “You were perfect.”The room was alive
IrisI adjusted the hem of my dress, trying to keep myself busy as I observed the crowd. Just as I was lost in my thoughts, I felt familiar arms wrap around me from behind. The warmth of the embrace instantly grounded me, and I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.“Look,” Orchard whispered softly into my ear, his voice was full of excitement.I followed his gaze towards the stage, where Halle had just stepped up. The room quieted almost instantly, the murmurs fading into silence as all eyes turned to her.“Good evening, everyone,” Halle began, her voice carrying easily across the room. “Thank you all for being here tonight. It means so much to me to see so many friends, colleagues, and loved ones gathered together.”The crowd responded with a round of polite applause, and I found myself smiling. Halle always had a way of making people feel welcomed, even in such formal settings.“As most of you know,” she continued, “tonight we are celebrating a new chapter for my company. M
IrisI found myself frowning as I looked back towards Andrew. He had lightish brown hair with golden highlights. It was either the beach that helped him bleach it or he got those highlights from the salon. Either way, they seemed too generic to be man-made. He had cool, honey-brown eyes that seemed to twinkle in amusement, but it was his face that I couldn’t quite place. I was halfway going to bet that as a prepubescent teen or as a teenager, he might have had one of those faces riddled with pimples. He could have been a shy boy. And what was worse? He might have been one of those who had a crush on me. I was quite a looker. I nearly patted myself on the back. "We were nerds?" I raised an eyebrow. Suddenly, Andrew burst out laughing, just as the other members of his company did. "To them, yes," Andrew said. "I was into nerd stuff so bad. I loved UFOs and other funny stuff like that. I loved dinosaurs. I loved books about dragons. It set a few words to me in senior high. But
Iris"Are you all right?" I felt Orchard's hand on my elbow, pulling me gently towards him until I nearly rested my entire weight on his body. "Peachy," I said. Just slightly shaken, I wanted to say, but frankly, he didn't need to know much about the conversation with Dave, or did he? "I ran into Dave," I said. His reaction was unreadable, but it was clear he wasn’t surprised."From the ladies?" I felt his arm around me tighten just a little bit. His face remained the same, however. It was his eyes. His eyes were where the money was. "Give me the word," Orchard said. "Give me the word, and I will have him slain for coming near you. I would rip apart his skin, I would cut him into pieces, but I'd make sure he wasn't dead yet. And then serve him up on a platter for you." The worst part to me about what Orchard was saying was the fact that he said it with a straight face, save for the burning emotion in his eyes. "That wouldn't be necessary," I said as I tried to hide a smile.
OrchardThe event hall buzzed with energy, the kind that only came from a gathering of influential people all dressed to impress.I stood next to Iris, trying not to let my nerves show. This world of high-society events wasn’t entirely unfamiliar to me, but tonight felt different. Maybe it was the way people’s eyes lingered on us a second longer than usual, or the way their whispers seemed louder.I glanced at Iris, and it hit me again just how breathtaking she looked tonight. She was easily the most beautiful woman in the room. How lucky am I?Her dress clung to her in all the right ways, highlighting her elegance and confidence. Her hair was in soft waves down her back, and her makeup was subtle yet striking, emphasizing her sharp cheekbones and full lips.But it wasn’t just her appearance that made people stare, it was her presence. She carried herself with such poise, one could easily tell she was not to be messed with.Standing beside her, I felt both proud and in awe, knowing ju
DaveMy initial instinct was to bolt out of the room, get into my car, and never come back again. But suddenly, it hit me. I had paid him back, right? What the fuck did he want? I cleared my throat, patting myself on the chest. Right now, I began to walk towards the both of them. "Yes, I believe I am the wife," she said. "But what exactly do you want?" Ivan shrugged by the time I could hear their conversation. "What do you want?" I pulled Tiffany back by her arm, stepping between her and Ivan. "Ah, my friend," he said in his Russian accent. "Why is your life always stopping about you?" "Do you want to see me?" I shoved my hands into my pockets, hoping it would hide the sudden amount of sweat that had pooled there. "Yes," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder and leading me outside. I followed him to the staircase leading to the roof. The hall itself was rather built more like an observatory, with the glass ceiling being one that could be visible from where we both now s
DaveThe signature blue flashes of sirens illuminated the night outside. It clashed against everything and everyone, but even aside from that, it didn’t matter. What mattered was the smoke—high pillars of smoke moving unfettered toward the night sky, while large pillars of fire did the rest of the illuminating if the sirens weren’t enough to see. “Can you tell us what happened?” I snapped back into my mind while seated and found myself in the holding room of the police station. There was a female police officer staring at me, her arms folded across her chest. Her hair had been slicked back, making her look like a cat, I thought to myself. “I didn’t see anything,” I said. Of course, that was a lie, but they didn’t need to know that. “Look, Mr. Rover. We know exactly who you are.” She placed a hand on the table, revealing her ugly nails. No, seriously, her nails were uneven, pointing in all directions, and coupled with her terribly kept fingers, it all stirred a sense of dis