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
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
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
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
Tiffany I stood staring at myself in the antiseptic-smelling air of the ladies' room, of course be-speckled with the scent of various perfumes and other air fresheners. Still, it left my nose powerful enough to pick out anything sometimes. This time, however, my focus had been so much on the mirror, on myself, on the dress I frankly hated, especially when compared to hers. Damn it, my sister was supposed to be living badly. She was supposed to be suffering. Her life was not supposed to be anything I wanted. It wasn't supposed to be anything I desired. So why? Why was her dress an early sub? I had seen the dress in several pictures. I'd loved it. I'd raved over it. I wanted it more than anything itself. And yet, my step-sister showed up in that dress with a billionaire dressed on her arm. She smelled impeccable. In a custody battle, I had seen the bottles. They looked almost like crystal. I'd wanted it, but frankly, the thing cost a little more—nearly as much as my car. And then