Tiffany’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, carefully brushing out my hair. Last night’s argument with Dave lingered in my mind, he hadn’t been himself, but that didn’t make the pain any easier to bear.I set the brush down on the dresser with a soft clink and reached for the necklace I’d chosen, a simple gold chain with a small emerald pendant. I was fastening the necklace when I felt a pair of familiar arms wrapping around my waist. I hadn’t heard him come in, and the sudden warmth of his embrace startled me.“Tiff,” he said softly.I froze for a second, caught off guard, then let out a slow breath. “Dave,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.He tightened his hold on me, resting his chin lightly on my shoulder. His touch wasn’t demanding; it was tentative, almost apologetic. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.“For last night?” I asked, though I already knew.He nodded, “I was out of line, Tiff. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s no excuse, but I was stressed, and…” He sighed, his breath
Tiffany “No,” she shook her head. “You wait,” she said, very firm. “You wait until everything is ready, and then you go change. I’m hoping that at least you’ll have things done before you come home.” She started to walk away from me. “Very good,” of course, that was her staple—walking away when she believed herself to be done with people or going to meet someone. So, after Mom left, I decided to go downstairs and simply get some hands-on experience. “Status?” I whispered to Bethany, Kimberly’s second. “We’re almost done with the table placement,” she said. “Of course, they’re also ready to cover the tables and set up the centerpieces. We’re having a few issues, though,” she said. “The guest list is quite muddled, and because we didn’t have a rehearsal dinner to figure out who’s sitting where, I hope the vegan table doesn’t get mixed up with the one for meat-eaters.” She widened her dark blue eyes. “This is a travesty,” she said, touching her forehead. “Shut up,” I mumbl
IRIS’ POV.As I looked around the place, I couldn’t help but smile at myself proudly. I tucked my hair behind my ear as I shifted the table a little to the left.“Better here, Miss?” One of the workers called out to me and I turned.I licked my lips as I bent my head to the side. “A little higher, please. He’s tall, so he might bump into them.” I told him and he nodded as he adjusted it like I’d asked.“Perfect.” I muttered as I smiled.I rushed back to the kitchen as I continued with the cake I was baking. I really hoped Dave would like all of this. I had put in so much effort, even baking the cake myself so that he could hopefully feel all the love I had for him as he hated it.I tucked my hair behind my ear as I grabbed the icing, blushing as I boldly wrote his name on the cake with a happy birthday and a flirty heart and kiss indicating that after the party, we would have a spicy night after.I could feel the shivers travel down my spine as I thought of this, biting my lips.“Some
IRIS’ POV.Divorce papers? No! This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t believe this.“Open this car now!” I yelled at the driver as I tried to open the door as I tried to scoot over to the front, but he ignored me as he ignited the car.“Sit tight, Ma’am,” he instructed as he continued to drive.I gasped as I turned, to see Dave still on the call, unbothered. What on earth was going on? Was I just imagining things? Could all of this just be effects of all the wine I had last night?I ran my fingers through my hair as I sat back in the car, trying to be strong. This was all a joke. It couldn’t be real. He couldn’t want to divorce me. We had been through so much together, so, it was impossible that he would want to throw it all away like this.I stared at my ring as I caressed it. I needed to have hope in my marriage and my love for him. Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding.I had been so lost in my thoughts the whole ride that I didn’t realize when we got home.“We’re here now, Ma’a
ORCHARD’s POV.“It didn’t go well.” I could recall telling my father for what felt like the millionth time.I adjusted my tie as I ran my fingers through my hair, pondering on how awful of a day I had. I was frustrated, to say the least. Everything about my life was passing me off and nothing seemed to be going right. Not right now, at least.I was trying my best to remain positive as I hoped it would all come to an end, but it just seemed to get worse as time passed.At first, I thought that if I attended just a few blind dates and they didn’t work out, my father would let me be, but I was wrong. Attending the first blind date just gave him more leverage on me and I was forced to attend more till I could no longer take it.I had just gotten back from yet another failed blind date. She wasn’t worth it. None of the ladies were. They all seemed to be the same. Rich spoilt brats that knew nothing but how to spend “daddy’s money.” While I didn’t have a problem with spending on my woman if
IRIS’ POV.“Dinner at the restaurant tonight?” I chuckled as I nodded, putting the documents aside before taking a deep breathe as I shut the laptop.“Yes, husband.” Orchard extended his hand, letting me take it in mine as I smiled at him before we walked out of my office together.Four years had passed since the night Orchard and I first met and we’d been “married” for around the same time.A lot had happened in all this time and I was surprised to see that almost everything that had happened was good.Orchard was the best thing to have ever happened to me after I lost everything and I could never stop being grateful for his existence in my life.But, it was nothing but a marriage of convenience.“I’m so grateful to have you in my life, Orchard. Trust me, I could never show it enough, so, at least let me say it.” I would usually tell him at the most random moment when thoughts of how lucky I was to have him came to mind.“I’m even more lucky to have you, Iris. I mean, look at everyth
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 admi
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
Tiffany “No,” she shook her head. “You wait,” she said, very firm. “You wait until everything is ready, and then you go change. I’m hoping that at least you’ll have things done before you come home.” She started to walk away from me. “Very good,” of course, that was her staple—walking away when she believed herself to be done with people or going to meet someone. So, after Mom left, I decided to go downstairs and simply get some hands-on experience. “Status?” I whispered to Bethany, Kimberly’s second. “We’re almost done with the table placement,” she said. “Of course, they’re also ready to cover the tables and set up the centerpieces. We’re having a few issues, though,” she said. “The guest list is quite muddled, and because we didn’t have a rehearsal dinner to figure out who’s sitting where, I hope the vegan table doesn’t get mixed up with the one for meat-eaters.” She widened her dark blue eyes. “This is a travesty,” she said, touching her forehead. “Shut up,” I mumbl
Tiffany’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, carefully brushing out my hair. Last night’s argument with Dave lingered in my mind, he hadn’t been himself, but that didn’t make the pain any easier to bear.I set the brush down on the dresser with a soft clink and reached for the necklace I’d chosen, a simple gold chain with a small emerald pendant. I was fastening the necklace when I felt a pair of familiar arms wrapping around my waist. I hadn’t heard him come in, and the sudden warmth of his embrace startled me.“Tiff,” he said softly.I froze for a second, caught off guard, then let out a slow breath. “Dave,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.He tightened his hold on me, resting his chin lightly on my shoulder. His touch wasn’t demanding; it was tentative, almost apologetic. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.“For last night?” I asked, though I already knew.He nodded, “I was out of line, Tiff. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s no excuse, but I was stressed, and…” He sighed, his breath
Orchard’s POV The evening air was cool as I climbed the steps to the rooftop. My body felt heavy, like each movement required more effort than it should. The door creaked as I pushed it open, revealing the quiet sanctuary that had always been my retreat. The rooftop wasn’t much to look at, it was a simple flat space bordered by a rusty railing. A few old chairs sat scattered around, one missing a leg, the other barely standing. The city stretched out in front of me, endless and alive. I stepped toward the edge, my boots scuffing against the uneven surface, and sank to the ground with my back against the railing. Reaching into my jacket pocket, I pulled out a half-empty bottle of whiskey. It clinked softly against the metal railing as I set it down beside me, and for a moment, I just stared at it. My fingers tightened around the glass. I unscrewed the cap and raised the bottle to my lips, the first sip burning as it slid down my throat. The whiskey was old and sharp, but it did the
Iris Pov “Mum,” I had muttered, almost to myself. Halle, who had been standing beside me, glanced over. “Huh?” I froze for a moment, then quickly shook my head. “Sorry,” I said, forcing a smile. “I meant my step mum.” I said to her. Leaving the part where she magically appeared in the same store we were. I mean, not that it was surprising, with an event like that coming up, she would certainly want to make an impression. I just didn’t want to bump into my step mum while I was out shopping with my mother-in-law whom she was yet to know about. “Iris, are you alright?” Halle asked, pulling me away from my thoughts. It was then I realized I had zoned out. “Yea, uhmm… yes.” I replied. “You know, when I said step mum, I meant she’s here.” “Oh.” Understanding dawned in her eyes, and she tilted her head slightly. “Tiffany’s mum?” I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush. I couldn’t exactly tell her I didn’t want Karen to know she was my mother-in-law yet, and despite how much of a bitch she
Orchard’s PovI was gripping the steering wheel too tightly, my knuckles white as I sped toward Richard’s house. I could barely think straight. The thought of my mother lying in a hospital bed, alone, while my father did God-knows-what with his mistress… it boiled my blood. The man had crossed too many lines, but this time, he’d gone too far.When I pulled into Richard’s driveway, I saw his car parked neatly in front, alongside his wife’s little hatchback. Their home was as warm and welcoming as always—a small, brick house with ivy climbing up one side and flower beds blooming brightly. It was the kind of place that made you forget your troubles, at least for a little while.I rang the doorbell, and a few moments later, Richard’s wife, Clara, answered the door. She was in her usual comfy clothes, a simple sweater and leggings, with a kitchen towel slung over her shoulder. Her face lit up when she saw me.“Orchard!” she said, pulling me into a hug. “It’s been too long.”Before I could
Tiffany. One would have thought that with everything my mum and I, experienced over the years, she’d be better at handling things. But it was the exact opposite.“Your father is angry,” she said. “I’m sure you could tell. It was quite tense in the car. You managed to pull your father from the comfort of his office, from the comfort of his personal space, and you took him to that place only for him to get disgraced. That is not what I taught you to do.” “Mom,” I cut her off, shaking my head and interrupting her. “With all due respect, it was in regards to Father,” I said, emphasizing the word. “He hardly did teach me much—more like some things wrong and some things about—but you’re blaming this on me? That I somehow knew that she had an allergy? That’s just wrong.” I jutted my chin out and took a step backward away from her. “If you’re not going to tell me any other thing, then that’s fine. If that’s all you wish to say, then that’s also fine. I’m going to get back to work,” I s
Iris Sooner, rather than later, I was in the office, yawning again. Luckily, this time, I had a cup of coffee in my hand as I strolled toward Halle’s office. The news was that she was fine overnight and the doctor had deemed her fit to be discharged. Of course, when Orchard found out about this in the car that morning, he didn’t take too kindly to it. "Keep an eye on her," he'd told me before I stepped out of the car. By the time I opened her office door, I found her bent over her desk, her hands moving quickly over the notepad in front of her. Finally, she looked up as I took about five steps into the room. I held up the second coffee. "I don’t even care what flavor that is—it's coffee. Give it here," she said, reaching for it. By the time she collected the cup, she had downed what I guessed was half of it in one go. "Ice cold Americano. Beautiful," she said, setting the cup down. "Sit," she added, pointing at one of the chairs opposite her desk. "I wanted to run this
Iris Victory tasted sweet. Of course, it wasn't 100% sweet given the fact that I had to accompany my mother-in-law to the hospital, get her checked in, and practically stay by her bed for most of the night until Orchard showed up, looking grumbly yet relaxed in grey sweatpants and a grey hoodie halfway pulled across his head. In his hands, he bore gifts of snacks, chocolate, and the likes—of course, all things Mom on his end was supposed to stay away from. But knowing Halle, I had a feeling those were the exact things she would want. And Orchard, well, be really knew his mum well, if anything the meeting proved, it was that.Despite how much Halle complained or glared, he simply stuck out his tongue at her and grabbed me by the arm, leading me to one of the private lounges in the VIP hospital wing. Without warning, he pulled up my feet, placing them on his lap, turned toward me with a goofy smile, and then pulled off my shoes. “What are you doing?” I reached for my feet with wi
Tiffany The limo ride back home was nothing short of chaos. At least, if chaos could come in some form of calm. Dad kept his eyes glued to the side of the road. His blues were mostly focused there, hardly considering the rest of us even worth a passing thought. Mom, on the other hand, had her hands in front of her face, going over her freshly done nails. She then raised a palm, as though she was trying to catch the nails in a new light, turned her knuckles towards herself, and clicked her tongue before running it over her teeth. She was angry, I thought. Mom only did that when she was pissed, and Lord help me, I knew Mom was stupid pissed. The last time she did it—or at least the last time I remembered—was when I brought Dave home with my arms locked over his bicep and my head pressed against his shoulder. Mom had taken just one look at me, then at Dave, and like clockwork, she raised her fingers to her face, inspecting her nails in an orderly fashion. Mom was silent, just like tha