SASHA’S POVThe last few days have been the best in my life. I was so happy I partied everyday. Adeline was sinking and no one could save her. The whole world was against her now. Every comment I saw online was a hate comment attacking her. She had even deactivated her social media pages. Her company stocks were falling, and brands were canceling her. My father’s company, on the other hand, was doing well. People already seemed to forget about my failed engagement.I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone and smiling at the latest news about Adeline. The doorbell rang, but I ignored it. My phone rang next. It was Jessie so I picked up."Hey, Sasha! Are you ready for clubbing tonight?" She asked, her voice excited.I sat up, grinning. "I’m always ready for a night out. What’s the plan?""You won’t believe this! The biggest men in Manhattan are coming to the club tonight. It’s going to be amazing!" She said.My heart skipped a beat. This was exactly what I needed. "I’ll be
XANDER’S POVI got home late in the evening, feeling exhausted. The day had been long and stressful. As I walked up the driveway, I noticed the house was unusually quiet. The lights were on, but there was an eerie stillness. I pushed open the front door and stepped inside.“Xander!” I heard my mom’s voice before I saw her. She came running from the living room, her face filled with a mix of anger and concern.“Have you seen the news?” she asked, breathless. “Adeline is all over the news. I told you she was terrible and not good for you.”I sighed, already feeling a headache coming on. “Mom, I…”“No, Xander, you need to listen,” she interrupted, her voice rising. “This girl, this Adeline, she’s been nothing but trouble. You should have known better. Sasha is perfect for our family. She’s respectful, kind, and from a good background.”“Mom, can we just talk about this next time.”“She’s always been there for you, Xander,” she continued, ignoring me. “Unlike Adeline, who’s only brough
ADELINE’S POVI wanted to run away from everything. I was so tired and so done. I stared out the window of the small apartment I was staying in, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders. Everything was falling apart, and I didn't know how to fix it. The scandal, the reporters, the hateful comments. It was all too much.I wanted to run away from everything and go back to New York, back to where I felt safe.My thoughts drifted to Mama, the woman who saved me five years ago. I could still remember the first time I met her. I was wandering the streets, lost and desperate, when she found me. Mama took me in, gave me a place to stay, and showed me kindness when I needed it most.One evening, I had told her about my dream. "I want to start a jewelry business," I said.She looked at me with a gentle smile. "Why will you want to stress yourself over a business? You can have everything you want."I shook my head. "Mama, I haven’t done anything in my life. I'm happy now because of you
SASHA’S POVI moved into the Devon’s mansion just as Xander’s mom instructed. The place was still grand, with large rooms and beautiful furniture. The walls were covered with paintings, and the floors were shiny and clean. I felt a little like a princess in a fairy tale. But it wasn’t as magical as it seemed the first time.Xander’s mom, welcomed me warmly. She hugged me and said, “Sasha, you are like a daughter to me. I’m so happy you’re here.”“Thank you, Mrs. Devon,” I replied, trying to sound cheerful. But inside, I felt nervous.A few days after I moved in, I saw Xander. He looked tired and stressed. When he saw me, he just nodded and walked past without saying a word.I felt a pang in my heart. I had hoped he would be happy to see me or even be civil at least but he didn’t even smile.Later, I went to Mrs. Devon, tears streaming down my face. “Xander won’t talk to me,” I sobbed.She hugged me and patted my back. “Don’t worry, dear. He’s just stressed. He’ll come around. Give hi
AdelineI set the table for two, even though I knew better. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, its sound echoing in the silent kitchen. The aroma of roasted chicken filled the room, a blend of herbs and spices that I’d hoped would be enticing enough to lure Xander home for dinner. But I knew it wouldn’t work. It hadn’t in years. “Why do you bother, Adeline?” I muttered to myself, shaking my head. “He’s not going to walk through that door.” I took a seat at the table, staring at the empty chair across from me. I could almost see him there, his tall frame and stern expression, but it was just a trick of the mind, a ghost of what never really was. Xander had always been indifferent to me in our marriage. He barely acknowledged my presence, his attention constantly absorbed by work or his own thoughts. In the beginning, I had tried to reach out, to break through the wall he had built around himself, but over time, I realized my efforts were in vain. He didn't love me. He never had.
AdelineThe night passed in a haze of restless tossing and turning. Sleep denied me of it's embrace, slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. I couldn't bear the thought of signing those divorce papers, couldn't fathom the idea of giving up on us without a fight. After everything, despite the indifference that had always been in our marriage from the start, I still loved Xander. And I couldn't let him go without at least trying to understand why he was so determined to leave. As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, I made a decision. I would go to Xander, confront him, demand answers that he had so callously refused to give me. I needed to know why, needed to understand what had made him do this. Although he has been cold to me since marriage, he has never mentioned divorce. I need to figure out why he suddenly asked for divorce. I dressed quickly, my hands shaking with nerves. I didn't bother with breakfast, couldn't stomach the thought of food when my
Adeline “Sit down, Adeline,” My father said. Thank you to him for relieving my embarrassment. I sat mechanically on the couch with my mind blank. Sasha was seated right beside Xander, his arm draped over her. "Adeline! So lovely to see you again," she trilled. I knew it was all a performance. That sweet smile, the wide, welcoming arms - none of it reached her eyes. “Sasha, when did you come back? Xander, why are you here with Sasha?” When I finished asking, I realized that my voice was hoarse. No one can remain calm after seeing her husband and sister show intimacy. “Adeline, don’t be rude to Sasha,” Xander said. Am I rude? I just asked normally that he was so protective of my sister and neglected his wife. If he has been as cold as he has been in the past few years, I can live with it. But seeing him so protective of Sasha, I couldn’t stand it anymore. “Am I rude? She stole my husband and flirted with my husband.” I spat, unable to hold back the venom in my voice. Sasha ga
AdelineAs I stepped through the front door of the house that Xander and I once shared, a chill swept over me. The place now felt like an empty shell.I wandered through the rooms. The silence was deafening, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen. I found myself standing in front of the dining table, my fingers tracing the grain of the wood.It was here that I had spent countless evenings waiting for Xander to come home, dinners growing cold.I sighed. "This isn't my home anymore," I whispered to myself.I moved to the bedroom, the room we had once shared. The bed, neatly made. I sat on the edge."Why did it have to end like this?" I asked the empty room. There was no answer, of course. There never was.The closet stood half-empty, Xander's clothes noticeably absent. I pulled open a drawer, finding it filled with my things – neatly folded, untouched. It felt like our marriage, my presence carefully contained and largely ignored.I wandered back into the living room