"Believe me, Gray, I didn’t do any of this," I pleaded, grabbing my husband’s hands, desperate for him to see the truth. But without sparing me look, he shoved my hands away, his touch as cold as ice. "Enough!" he shouted, thrusting a document into my hands. I looked down to see the word ‘Divorce Agreement’ printed on the top of the page. My vision blurred as tears welled up in my eyes, and I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what was happening”. ******** Although, their marriage didn’t start on a good note, Sylvia Hanson has put in her best effort to make her marriage with Grayson Lockwood work. Just when the couple grew attracted to each other, a photo of Sylvia in bed with a man surfaced the internet and a secret of her past life is revealed. Shattered and devastated by the news, she hurries home to her husband to deny the accusations but she only meets the cold glare of him. He didn’t want to get involved with a ‘’. He throws divorce papers at her and drives her away from his home. Broken, she swore to never love any man again no matter how hard it is to double up as a single mom and a breadwinner. Six years later, she returns back to her old city as a renowned business woman, and the first person she runs into is her ex-husband, Grayson Lockwood. On his knees he said, “ Forgive me ex-wife, make me yours again”. With her hands, slightly covering up her shiny teeth, Sylvia chuckled mockingly and responded “ Darling, forgiveness is of the Lord, as you can see, I’m just a mere mortal and I am nowhere him”
Lihat lebih banyakGRAY'S POV
I stared at the news, my eyes glued to the screen as the images replayed over and over. "What is this?" I whispered, barely able to contain my anger. My grip on the TV remote tightened until my knuckles turned white. Sylvia, my own wife, was there on the screen, entangled with another man. The betrayal hit me like a punch to the gut.
"Why would she do this to me now, after all the time we have spent growing closer? Look at her, fooling herself with another man, my own wife Sylvia. To think I might actually have started to fall in love with—" I cut myself off, realizing too late that I was speaking my thoughts aloud.
"I knew it, that Sylvia was up to no good," Jocelia said as she entered the room, her voice dripping with vindication. "She was only here for your money. You need to chase her out, divorce her for embarrassing you and your family." She stepped closer, laying her hands on my chest in a bid to console me.
Before I could respond, my phone rang, dragging my thoughts back to the present. "Who is it?" Jocelia asked, her voice edged with impatience.
"It's an unknown number," I replied, picking it up reluctantly. I had a feeling it wouldn't be good news.
"Hello, I'm calling from Juicy Gossip to confirm if this video on the internet about your wife's infidelity is true," a voice on the line said.
The blood pounded in my ears, and I saw red. "Ahhhh, don't call my phone again!" I screamed, throwing the phone to the floor with all my might. It shattered, pieces scattering across the room.
"Gray, calm down," Jocelia said, stepping closer. She placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to ground me.
I shook her off, pacing the room. "How could she do this? We were doing so well. We were happy. Or at least, I thought we were."
Jocelia came close to Gray again. "I am here, I will never break your heart or your promise, take her off your mind, she doesn't deserve you Gray, she's not worth your love".
I pulled away from Jocelia my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. I couldn't believe that Sylvia, the woman I had given my heart to, could betray me like this. I had let my guard down, allowed myself to feel something real for her. And now this.
SLYVIA'S POV
"Ahh, yes! Oh my God, it's finally happening! Gray will be so happy," I murmured, my excitement bubbling over. Memories of our wedding day flashed through my mind. Gray wouldn’t even look at me back then, let alone speak to me. But now, after years of marriage, it feels like we were meant to be after all. I realized I was sheepishly giggling out loud when I noticed the cab driver glancing at me through the rearview mirror, a smile playing on his lips.
"I’m sorry, was I shouting?" I asked, embarrassed.
"No worry, Mrs. I am very happy for you. Your husband is a lucky man," he responded kindly.
"Thank you," I said, my face warming. "It's just that I just got confirmation news of my pregnancy, and I wanted to surprise my husband. He'll be so happy."
As I leaned back into the seat, basking in the joy of the moment, a female voice on the radio caught my attention.
"We have exclusive news of the video circulating online of none other than the wife of Mr. Gray Lockwood in bed with another man," the reporter announced.
"Can you please turn that up?" I asked the cab driver, my stomach tightening with sudden dread.
"It is rumored that the man in the blurred video is Mr. Lockwood's stepbrother. And everyone, get this, Mrs. Sylvia Lockwood was a stripper before she got married to Mr. Gray, and their whole marriage was just on paper as Mr. Gray Lockwood only agreed to marry Sylvia due to the wishes of his grandfather... Stay tuned with us for more exclusives on this story," the reporter continued.
"What? William and I are just friends. I haven’t even been to his house," I said aloud, my voice breaking. "I only became friends with him when Gray wasn’t talking to me after we first got married. What is happening?" Tears threatened to spill as the car pulled up to the Lockwood mansion. I quickly paid the cab driver and rushed inside, heart pounding with anxiety.
As I stepped into the house, the atmosphere was thick with tension. Jocelia stood nearby, a triumphant smirk on her face, dragging my bags and luggage out.
"You slept with her! You slept with my wife, William!" Gray’s shout echoed through the hallway, each word a dagger to my heart.
"Yes, it's us in the video. I didn’t want it; it was her. She persuaded me to sleep with her. I’m sorry, Gray," William confessed, his voice wavering.
My world came crashing down. "What was happening? What’s all this?" I managed to say, feeling the ground shift beneath my feet.
Jocelia stepped forward, her face a mask of disdain. "I don't know what Gray's grandfather, Maxwell—God bless his soul—was thinking when he made Gray marry a whore like you. Clearly, a tiger doesn't change its stripes," she said, her tone icy.
"What?" was all I could muster, my voice a fragile whisper. I looked around, desperate for some semblance of understanding, but all I found was Gray, his eyes filled with a rage I had never seen before.
"Believe me, Gray, I didn’t do any of this," I pleaded, grabbing Gray’s hands. "You have to believe me."
Jocelia smirked softly. "Pathetic," she said, enjoying every moment of my downfall. "Get out of our lives, Sylvia. You’re nothing but trouble."
I turned to Gray, my last hope. "Gray, please," I pleaded. "Give me a chance to prove my innocence. We can figure this out together."
"You dirty little slut, you seduced William to sleep with you, didn’t you? I wouldn’t be surprised if you drugged him to do it. Gray should have never married you." Jecolia, spat once more as she approached me with a triumphant smirk. I wouldn't be surprise if she was the one that orchestrated all this after she had spent the last few years trying to drive a wedge between Gray and me, and now it seemed she had finally succeeded. That bitch thinks because she and Gray were childhood sweetheart I should be gone so she can have h again.
"Believe me, Gray, I didn’t do any of this," I pleaded, grabbing Gray's hands, desperate for him to see the truth. But he shoved my hands away, his touch as cold as ice.
"Enough!" he shouted, thrusting a document into my hands. I looked down to see the word "Divorce" printed at the top. My vision blurred as tears welled up, and I struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what was happening.
SYLVIA'S POVThe music filled the room, a soft melody that perfectly matched the elegance of the moment. I stood with the crowd, cheering as Raymond and Beverly cut their wedding cake, the sweetness of the day mirrored in the layers of cream and sponge. I felt a tear slip down my cheek as I watched them share a kiss, a symbol of the love they had found in each other. It was a love that had grown stronger despite the odds, and seeing them now, so happy and so in love, filled my heart with an overwhelming sense of joy."Cheers to the newlyweds!" someone called out, raising a glass of champagne. The room erupted into applause and laughter, and I joined in, lifting my own glass before taking a small sip. The bubbles danced on my tongue, but the real celebration was in my heart. Two of the people I cared about the most had just vowed to spend their lives together, and I couldn't be happier for them.I watched as Grayson approached me, his smile wide and warm. He slipped his arms around me
SYLVIA'S POVI pushed my cart to the checkout line, trying to ignore the hum of the supermarket's television broadcasting the latest news. The report was a grim reminder of the chaos that had overtaken my life these past few weeks. Alice had managed to evade capture, despite the police's best efforts, and now her escape was dominating the headlines. The screen showed a grainy image of Alice from a surveillance camera, her face partially obscured as she slipped away. Todd Marlon and his wife, the couple who helped her, were also being sought, but it was clear Alice was the priority.My fingers tapped impatiently on the shopping cart handle as I waited for the cashier to finish scanning my groceries. I could hardly focus on the small talk she tried to make. My mind kept drifting back to the kids—Zenith and Zendaya—and the constant fear that loomed over us. As long as Alice was out there, nothing felt secure. My chest tightened just thinking about it.I paid for the groceries, my movemen
ALICE'S POVI could hear the buzzing of news reporters and paparazzi as my car came to a stop. The flashing cameras and shouted questions were almost deafening. I adjusted my black pantsuit, the fabric feeling too tight and heavy as I prepared for the day ahead. This wasn’t how I had envisioned my court hearing. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of stress and paranoia. I’d been so engrossed in my schemes that I failed to notice the net closing around me.Taking a deep breath, I tried to steady myself. The reality of the situation was sinking in—I hadn’t managed to cover my tracks as thoroughly as I’d thought. The thought of being caught off-guard was infuriating. My only real ace in the hole was the fact that I technically owned Lockwood; it’s hard to embezzle from a company you own. The charges against me were primarily about being an accomplice in the kidnapping of Zenith and Zendaya. But I was confident there was no solid evidence linking me directly to the crime. Beverly was
GRAYSON'S POVI stood in front of the mirror, struggling to get my tie just right. No matter how many times I adjusted it, it wouldn’t stay in place. The knot seemed to mock my efforts, slipping just out of reach of perfection. As I fumbled with the silk, I felt Sylvia’s presence behind me. Her gentle touch on my shoulders was a comforting contrast to my frustration.“Let me help,” she said softly. Her hands moved with practiced ease, guiding the tie into place. I felt her warmth as she adjusted the fabric, smoothing it down and securing it. When she finished, she gave a reassuring pat on my shoulders. Her eyes, usually so full of confidence, held a hint of worry. I could tell she was anxious about the upcoming meeting, about what this day might bring.“It’ll be okay,” I said, turning to face her. “Everything’s going to be fine.”Sylvia gave me a small, but hopeful smile. Her hands lingered for a moment before she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. I kissed her back, trying
GRAYSON'S POVStepping off the private jet, the crisp New York air hit me with its familiar bite. I inhaled deeply, a mix of relief and anticipation washing over me. My eyes wandered to the tarmac where Sylvia and the kids were just stepping down the jet’s stairs. Zenith and Zendaya, holding onto their mother’s hands, looked up at me with wide, curious eyes.Paul and Stewart stood nearby, their faces lighting up as they saw me approaching. I broke into a smile and headed towards them. Paul extended his arms in a welcoming gesture, and I embraced him warmly. “Good to see you, Paul,” I said, giving him a firm pat on the back. I turned to Stewart, giving him a friendly hug as well. “And you, Stewart. It’s been too long.”As we pulled apart, Stewart nodded. “We have much to discuss. I’m glad you’re back.”Paul and Stewart greeted Sylvia next, and Paul’s eyes softened as he looked at the kids. “Look at you two! You’ve grown so much,” he said, making Zenith and Zendaya giggle and smile shyl
ALICE'S POVI sat at my desk, staring at the email on my desktop screen. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. This was a game-changer, a lifeline that I desperately needed. Another company, completely out of the blue, was willing to buy 72% of the shares in Lockwood Corporation. Lockwood’s value had been steadily climbing, and at present, those shares were worth around 96 billion dollars. My heart pounded with excitement and fear. This was my chance, my way out. The risks were enormous, but so were the rewards.The document of ownership for Lockwood Corporation was a ticking time bomb. I knew that. It was only a matter of time before it was contested. Taking Lockwood public was out of the question, not with the shadows looming over its ownership. But with this offer, I wouldn’t need to go public. I wouldn’t need to worry about the document anymore. Once the sale went through, I could embezzle the money, and by the time anyone realized what had happened, William and I would be long go
SYLVIA'S POVThe night sky was a canvas of flickering lights as I stood there, taking in the beauty of it all. The warm, balmy air of Rio wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, and the sound of music and laughter filled the air. It was a perfect night, a celebration of everything we had worked so hard to achieve. The lighters—thousands of them—filled the sky, their soft glow reflecting the joy and camaraderie that had blossomed within this community.I spotted Grayson on the dance floor, moving with a rhythm and grace that made me smile. He was in his element, completely at ease with the people around him, people who had once been strangers but had now become like family to us. I watched him for a moment, content to observe, to bask in the happiness that radiated from him.But then, as if sensing my gaze, Grayson turned and caught my eye. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he began to make his way toward me. I knew what was coming before he even reached me."No, no, no
ALICE'S POVAs I leaned back in my office chair, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as I signed off on yet another large sum of money being transferred to one of my offshore accounts. It had become a routine by now—a safety net I’d meticulously built over the past year, in case things ever went south. With each transfer, I felt a little more secure, a little more prepared for any surprises that might arise.It had been over a year since anyone had seen or heard from Grayson, Sylvia, or her children. They had vanished without a trace, leaving behind a wake of speculation and rumors. I had my theories about what happened, of course. Perhaps they were hiding, licking their wounds after the disaster that was Sylvia’s trial. Or maybe, just maybe, they were plotting their return, waiting for the perfect moment to strike back. That last thought always sent a chill down my spine, but I quickly dismissed it. They had been gone too long, and I had taken too many precautions to wor
SYLVIA'S POVI stood in the living room, my eyes locked on the bags Grayson had packed for us. They just sat there, lifeless and heavy, like the weight pressing down on my heart. This wasn’t how I imagined our lives would turn out—sneaking away in the dead of night as if we were fugitives. But this wasn’t about starting fresh anymore; it was about survival, about protecting my children from Alice and Konrad. Grayson had made it clear: we had to leave, and we had to leave now.I paced back and forth, anxiety gnawing at me with every passing second. Where were my children? They should have been here by now. My mind raced, pushing away the worst-case scenarios that kept creeping in. What if something had gone wrong? What if we were already too late?A hand touched my shoulder, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts. I turned to see Raymond standing there, his expression calm, yet concerned. “They’ll be fine,” he said, his voice steady, trying to reassure me.I nodded, even though I wasn’t
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