(ARIELLE'S POV)I stood, frozen, my mind still reeling from Jared's revelation. The hell? Jared Smith, the ever-composed billionaire, suddenly broke and homeless? It didn’t add up. Especially not with his influential family in the wings. What kind of game was he playing this time?The toothbrush still dangled from my mouth. And then I managed to regain composure and turned to Maverick, he was too young to overhear whatever nonsense Jared was about to spew next."Hey, baby, why don't you go introduce your new puppy to Milo? I'm sure he'd be happy to have a puppy sibling," I said sweetly.Maverick’s face lit up. Without a word, he clutched the squirming dog and bolted inside, leaving me alone with Jared.The moment the door clicked shut, I turned to face Jared again, with my arms folded.“Cut the act, Jared. What’s really going on?”“I told you the truth,” he insisted, his tone maddeningly calm. “I sold my shares in J&S. I’m homeless, Arielle.”I studied his expression, said in a sure
(ARIELLE'S POV)As I watched Jared and Maverick walk ahead, Jared's suitcases rolling behind him, I decided that now was not the time to be overwhelmed. This was temporary. I had to brace up and tough if I wanted to scale through this.Maverick’s chatter filled the hallway as he beamed up at Jared, clearly delighted by his father’s presence."Traitor," I muttered under my breath. The moment his dad shows up, I might as well be invisible.But just then, my mother appeared in the hallway, stopping dead in her tracks as she stared at Jared, sizing up the loads in his hands. Then her surprised face trailed past him to dwell on me, screaming "what's going on?"I tried to make a calming gesture, but she frowned. She was obviously not having it."Kitchen. Now," she ordered, before spinning around and stomping off.I sighed and brushed past Jared and Maverick, trailing behind her. As I entered the kitchen, she was already pacing."Arielle, what is he doing here?" She demanded, pausing to fac
(ARIELLE'S POV)The next day was a Saturday, and Maverick was not going to school. I woke up early, feeling a mix of anxiety and uncertainty. It would be my first time leaving Jared alone with Maverick for the day, and I couldn’t shake the nagging worry that he might—well, not exactly cause trouble—but stumble into it somehow.Still, I had little choice. Mom was leaving for her trip, and taking Maverick to the restaurant wasn’t an option, because I didn't want him in public eyes these days.After getting dressed, I walked into the living room. Jared and Maverick were on the couch, watching CoComelon, their laughter filling the space.“Morning,” Jared greeted, his gaze flicking to me."Morning," I replied, taking a seat beside Maverick.Maverick grinned up at me, his cheeks bulging with what looked like a candy bar."Mom, can I go for a walk with Dad later?" He asked."Not today, dear," I said, and turned to Jared."I need to talk to you," I said, my tone serious so I could drive home
(ARIELLE’S POV)So this was it—The Velvet Fork, our rival restaurant.“We’re going deep undercover,” Stephen declared, adjusting his fake mustache and patting down the ridiculous green wig perched on his head.I sighed, already regretting agreeing to this. “Are you sure that disguise won’t just make you more obvious?”“Obvious? Ha! You’re the obvious one!” Rebecca retorted, tilting her enormous sunhat so low it practically swallowed her face. Her oversized sunglasses weren’t helping her blend in, either.I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Neither of you can talk. We all look like a bad comedy sketch.”“Speak for yourself,” Stephen said with mock indignation, twirling his fake mustache. “I’m a method actor. This is art.”I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head at their antics. Once inside, I managed to steer us toward something resembling a logical plan. “Let’s get a table, place an order, and observe their operations,” I suggested, adjusting my own dark shades.Stephen straightened
(ARIELLE'S POV)Exhausted from the day’s chaos, I pushed open the front door, desperate for the comfort of solitude. Between the rival restaurant’s sabotage and Stephen and Rebecca’s antics, my nerves were frayed. All I wanted was to collapse in peace.But the sight that greeted me was nothing short of surreal.The space has been transformed to a cozy haven. The fireplace that was barely in use now crackled with fire, casting a warm and comfortable glow over the room. The dogs, looking freshly bathed and groomed, lay by the fire, looking content.As if that was not enough, a nice smelling aroma of food sailed into my nose. Nose flared, I traced its source to the kitchen. Once again, I was thrown off balance by the sight before me.Jared and Maverick, moving around the kitchen in what looked like a team effort to prepare dinner. Jared, effortlessly cool as always, flipped a steak with the precision of someone who’d been doing this for years—except I knew better. Meanwhile, Maverick, sp
(ARIELLE'S POV)The rest of the dinner passed in an uneasy silence, heavy and suffocating. I focused on my plate, determined to avoid Jared’s gaze and suppress the memories threatening to rise.It was the scene—the warmth of a family dinner, the kind of moment I’d once dreamed of—that had unraveled me. My defenses had cracked under the weight of it. I couldn’t let it happen again. I wouldn’t.This should have been a reminder of what I could have had back then and a stark warning of what I now needed to protect.About twenty minutes later, Jared excused himself, leaving me alone with Maverick. I stayed, absentmindedly picking at the food as Maverick watched me with his curious, innocent eyes.“Mom?” His soft voice pulled me from the tangle of my thoughts.“Yes, sweetheart?”“Why don’t you talk to Daddy?” he asked, his tone careful but direct. “Did I do something wrong? Is it the food? Did it make you unhappy?”His question hit me like a punch to the gut. I forced a smile, even as my
(ARIELLE’S POV) I froze in place, hands instinctively flying to cover my mouth as if that would somehow undo what just happened. My eyes squeezed shut for a moment, though the damage was already done.My mind went blank, like an error screen flashing in my head. My body froze, but my face? That betrayed me entirely, heating up faster than I could regain control.Jared looked just as startled as I felt. His hands flew to cover himself, his face a mix of shock and frustration as he avoided meeting my gaze."I was just trying to ask... if you were going to use the hot tub first. If not, then I—" He stuttered, his words tripping over themselves like his brain couldn’t quite catch up. He blinked rapidly, flustered. "Why did you come in?"My face burned with embarrassment, and my words refused to cooperate. "I—uh—sorry! I didn’t know!" I stammered, spinning on my heels so fast I nearly tripped.What was I supposed to say? That I’d been so distracted on a Facetime call with Dwayne—a friend
(JARED'S POV)It was another perfect day for a professional house husband.I stretched, feeling refreshed as I swung my legs off the bed. Habit had me glancing at the other side where Maverick usually curled up, but it was empty.Right. He’d been sleeping with Arielle these past few nights. Ever since those nightmares started, he hadn’t left her side.I sighed to myself. I’d grown used to his small frame tucked beside me, his soft breaths lulling me back to sleep whenever I woke during the night.Another thing that’d feel even more natural? Waking up to both him and his mother next to me.That thought earned a self-deprecating chuckle as I shuffled into my flip-flops. A man could dream, sure, but I knew better than to hope for the impossible—at least for now.Slipping my legs into my flip-flops, I began my routine for the day. Brushing my teeth and splashing water on my face, I headed to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. Cooking was something I’d gotten better at recently. I r
(ARIELLE’S POV.) His words hung in the air. He leaned in a little closer, his expression intense. I could feel my cheeks flush, and I hated myself for it. His words were like an emotional punch to the gut, stirring up feelings I wasn’t ready to face.I watched him carefully as he waited for my reaction, searching my eyes like he was looking for some sign of hope.Finally, I exhaled, a deep sigh escaping me. “If that’s all, Jared… You can leave now.”I was stunned by the calmness of my own voice. But my reaction pales in comparison to Jared’s look of confusion. He was in utter shock. He narrowed his eyes at me as if focusing on me would wake him up from an ugly trance.His face was the literal picture of shock, his eyes wide as saucers, his lips hanging apart from each other as he stared at me.His eyebrows knitted in frustration. “Why? What do you mean, Arielle? Did you hear a word of all I just said? I explained everything clearly!”I nodded as impassively as possible, my hands clas
(ARIELLE’S POV.)I could feel the heat of both Stephen’s and Rebecca’s gazes on me. “Is any of that really necessary?” I asked, a frown pulling at my lips. Mixing business with personal life was a line I didn’t like to cross. Especially not with Jared, who clearly had an agenda.Jared straightened his tie, not missing a beat. “What’s more relatable than real life?” he replied smoothly, eyes flicking to me for just a second too long. “Of course, the examples I gave are purely hypothetical,” he added, the subtle emphasis making it clear he knew exactly what he was insinuating.Sometimes it’s just that hard to resist the urge to snap. Everyone here knew what he was indicating when he talked about marriage! “Let’s break it down.” he continued, ignoring my killing glare, “In any successful marriage, there’s a constant ebb and flow of communication—much like any thriving business. If one partner isn’t speaking up about their needs, or worse, if they're not listening, the entire foundation
(ARIELLE’S POV.)The air around grew awkwardly thin and very silent. Neither of us knew how best to react to the situation. I looked around the parking lot for no reason in particular, marking the time until it was okay for me to leave without looking any silly than I felt for walking up to their car to begin with. Tiana looked even more flustered than I imagined I’d appeared before them. Jared’s lips were drawn in a stiff line.“Arielle.. we umm.. I .. Good morning,” he managed to find his voice with a terrible stutter.“I guess we’ll just continue this conversation when you return,” Tiana shrugged with a placating smile.Jared ignored her comment and climbed down from the car. He had a stern face when he spoke up again. “I’ve just ordered you a ride, Tiana. Go back home.”I took the hint and excused myself from the side of the car. Jared fell into stride beside me as we walked across the parking lot to the entrance of my restaurant.“...Hi,” Jared tried to start a conversation. But
"Mommy, you seem really happy about work lately," Maverick said, his voice filled with curiosity. "What's going on?"I blinked, taken aback by his sudden observation. We were in the car, on the way to school, and I hadn’t expected such an out-of-the-blue question from him.I hadn't even realized that I'd been so obvious, but I guess it was hard to hide my happiness. I'd been feeling enthusiastic and optimistic since my meeting with Jared these days, and it seemed like Maverick had picked up on it.Do these two have a father-son psychic link or something?Hesitating, I tried to decide on how much to say and reveal to him because the young man wouldn't let me be unless I gave him an answer. He was already staring at me expectantly with those large innocent eyes."Oh it’s just business stuff, sweetie," I said casually, trying to brush it off. "I’m working on some new projects, and they’re going well."But he didn't look convinced, his eyes piercing into mine, as he tried to probe more i
(ARIELLE'S POV)After Stephen blushed and promised he wouldn’t disrupt the class again, Jared finally let him go with a scowl that could melt steel.I tried to keep it together while Stephen showered me with compliments. Honestly, it was nice to hear, but after a while, it started getting a little embarrassing.I glanced at Jared, who was practically fuming at Stephen's over-the-top behavior. He looked like he might explode at any second."Okay, let’s focus," I said quickly, cutting off Stephen mid-praise. "Jared, please continue.""Right, of course," he muttered, clearly trying to pull himself together. "So, Arielle, what are your goals for the restaurant?"I hesitated a bit, feeling a flutter in my chest. I hadn't expected him to ask the question as it seemed somewhat personal to me. "Well, my goal is to make the restaurant successful, of course," I said, a little weary.His brow arched as he gave me a pointed look. "That’s a pretty general answer. Can you be more specific? What do
(JARED'S POV)I smirked inwardly as Arielle gave in. I shouldn’t be so quick to admit it, but her reluctant response was like music to my ears.Of course, my real motive was far from what she thought it was. It was far simpler than she could ever guess.I just wanted to be close to her again. To create chances for us to be alone, to feel that spark between us once more.Yeah, I knew. I’d always been a little silly that way.Even seeing her irritated face, the way her eyes flashed with that familiar fire, made something warm spread through me. There was a certain comfort in it. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed seeing that side of her—the side that wasn’t guarded, that wasn’t numb from years of hurt. The side of her that used to laugh at my dumb jokes and argue with me about everything, even the smallest things.I almost forgot that I hadn’t slept all night.I’d been stewing over every misunderstanding and every word we’d exchanged these days, all night. And in the end, I realized
(ARIELLE'S POV) After a complicated, chaotic day, I finally managed to get some barely decent sleep and was ready to start the new day with a solid dose of confidence. No more chaos. No more emotional turmoil! At least, that was the plan… Until... “Explain. This.” That was the first sentence out of my mouth this morning, my teeth practically grinding as I stared at the scene in front of me. There, on my desk, was a bunch of lavender. And sitting in my chair, my ex-husband. After our encounter yesterday, I had assumed that that would be the last I'd see of him until Maverick's Open house party in two weeks! "What the hell are you doing in my office?" No wonder Rebecca had given me that smug smile on my way in earlier, and now I understood why! Jared glanced up from the business reports he was casually flipping through, looking annoyingly cool and too handsome for his own good. "You're late," he said simply, like he belonged there, behind my desk. I took a deep breath, try
(ARIELLE'S POV)As I approached my car, I couldn't help but scan my surroundings, half–expecting to see Ashley lingering nearby. But she was nowhere to be found, and I didn't blame her. With her encounter with Jared earlier, staying back was not exactly a good option.As I slipped into the driver's seat, I made a mental note to call her as I got home, just to make sure she made it to hers safely. I started the car's engine afterward, and began my drive home. The roads were quiet, the only sound emanating, that of my car's engine, and the occasional passing cars. I tried to focus on the road ahead, but my mind kept drifting back to Jared.His words still stung, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt every time I thought about it. Why had he said he loved me, only to call it bluff moments later? I replayed the conversation in my head, trying to make sense of it all. I sighed, my head a myriad of emotions. When could he stop being so childish?I was angry at Jared for toying wi
(JARED’S POV)I looked into Arielle’s eyes intently, my chest rising and falling heavily with effort as the rest of the world went silent around us. She looked at me, her breathing matching mine—barely existent, all withdrawn because of the shock of my outburst. All I could hear were my own thoughts, racing."Sorry," I muttered quickly. "It just... came out.""Why apologize for saying you love me?" she asked, her voice quiet but sharp. "And for real—why do you suddenly love me now?"I was taken aback, choked with confusion. What was she saying?But then, she averted her gaze, refusing to meet my eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself, as the cold evening breeze swept over us. I looked up at the sky, realizing just how much time had passed since we started this conversation."Look at how much time has passed," I said softly, then quickly took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders.“No, thank you.”Her honest rejection stung, but I forced a smile, nodding in understanding.