GRAY'S POVI 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
SLYVIA'S POVI felt my hands shaking as I stared at the papers Gray had just handed me. Divorce papers. My heart sank as the weight of his actions crashed down on me. "Why would you give me this, after... after everything?" I managed to ask, my voice trembling with a mixture of hurt and disbelief and tears streaming down my cheeks.But before Gray could respond, Jocelia came striding towards me, her presence like a storm brewing. She pointed an accusatory finger at me, her words cutting through the silence like knives. "We don't need you here. We don't want you. A stripper like you has no place in this house. Now go away like the vermin you are."I flinched at her words, feeling the sting of her hatred sear through me. It was as if all the years of resentment she had harbored towards me were finally boiling over, unleashed in a torrent of venomous words.And then Alice joined in, her voice dripping with feign disgust as she accused me of the unthinkable. "I know you drugged my boy to
SLYVIA'S POV "And this is why we need to expand," I said, concluding the meeting with my team. "So remember, everyone, I will only be gone for a few days. I trust you can handle the clients until I return with more partners for the expansion of the company." It's been six years. I didn't know how, but I did it. I took the money from the scholarship fund Maxwell had set up for me, finished my education, and started a real estate company focused on affordable housing. Now, we were successful, and with this new initiative, I could reduce homelessness by 30%. It was a dream coming to fruition, and I was proud of what we had achieved. As I walked to my office after the meeting, my assistant, Lisa, approached me with a concerned look on her face. "Ma'am, the babysitter canceled. Something about a family emergency," she said. I sighed, feeling a twinge of frustration, but quickly shifted gears. "You know what, book a flight for the kids too. They’re on holiday anyway, and I don’t have
SLYVIA'S POV I flew back to Houston in a bid to get away from Gray, the event of last time was still playing over and over again in my head and I don't even know how to approach it, that very morning, my phone buzzed with a call from my assistant, Lisa. "Good morning, Ma'am," she said, her voice bright and chipper. "Morning, Lisa," I replied, still feeling the weight of yesterday's encounter with Gray. "What's up?" "Great news! We’ve secured a potential partner for our expansion project. They’re very interested in your proposal and want to meet you in the office at 10 AM." I frowned, confused. "I didn’t get a chance to speak to anyone last night. Are you sure about this?" "Yes, absolutely. They reached out to us. It’s all set," Lisa confirmed. "Alright, I’ll be there," I said, ending the call. My mind was racing. Who could it be? And how did they find out about my proposal? I spent the rest of the morning trying to keep my mind off the upcoming meeting. The kids were my u
SLYVIA'S POVI was jolted awake by the gentle tapping on my shoulder. "Hey, hey, wake up," Gray's voice whispered."Yeah?" I mumbled, my eyes barely open, still heavy with sleep."I brought food. You have to eat," he said softly."That was nice of him," I thought as I glanced over at Zendaya, who was sprawled across the hospital chair, sound asleep. I leaned over and gently tapped her. "Hey honey, wake up and have some dinner.""Uh, mummy?" Zendaya mumbled, stirring slowly.I couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness. "Come on, Gray brought McDonald's. You like them, right?" I said, watching her face light up at the mention of McDonald's.She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and nodded eagerly. "Yes, mummy, I like McDonald's."Gray handed over the food and a soft smile formed on his face as he watched Zendaya dig into her meal. I looked at him, feeling grateful by his mere presence, "Thank you, Gray. For everything." I said inwardly as my pride would not let me voice allow me voice it out. Th
SLYVIA'S POVI woke up to the chirping of the morning birds outside the hospital window. I looked over to see Grayson sleeping in the hospital chair. I carefully placed Zendaya back on the bed so as not to wake her. Grayson groaned, stretched his arms, and gave a little yawn."Morning," I said to him softly."Morning... how's Zendaya?" he asked, glancing at her as she slept."She's fine... Grayson, um, thanks for being here," I said, as my pride finally paved way for me to express my genuine gratitude in spite of everything."You don’t have to thank me," he replied, his eyes sincere."Look, I really want to be a part of yours. I want us back together," he began, his voice earnest."Oh god, Grayson, not this," I sighed, already feeling the weight of the conversation."Wait, wait. I am willing to look past what you did years back" he said, and his words hit me like a nail.Did he still think I slept with William? Did he still believe that lie? Suddenly, the affection I had recently sta
"Mom?" I heard Zenith say in a whisper as he woke up."Oh, I am here, baby," I said, moving closer to his bedside. Zendaya followed me, and we both sat on the hospital bed with him. I held his small hand gently, careful not to disturb the cast. "You're okay, baby. The doctor said you're ready to go.""You were sleeping for almost the whole day," Zendaya chimed in, her eyes wide with the amazement only a child could muster."No, I wasn't. You're lying," Zenith retorted, his voice stronger than I expected.I couldn't help but chuckle at their exchange. It was comforting to see Zenith's personality shining through even after everything he'd been through. It was a small sign that things were returning to normal, or as normal as they could be in a hospital room.I turned to look at the doctor who was standing nearby. "Where's the paperwork? I'd like to get everything settled so we can leave.""Of course, Miss Hanson," he responded with a professional nod. "I'll get the discharge papers rea
GRAYSON POVI got back on my private jet and made my way back to New York. The thoughts of Sylvia lingered in my mind, and as much as I tried, I couldn't shake it off. Every detail of our recent interactions played over and over, and I found myself questioning everything I had said and done. “Was I doing too much? Could she see desperation written boldly on my face? Has she caught on to the fact that ever since she left I longed to see her again?” These unanswered questions welled up in my all day long. As soon as we landed, my driver, Paul, was there to pick me up. He took my luggage and opened the car door for me."Hi, Paul," I said, trying to sound casual."Good morning, sir," he responded, his tone professional as always.I settled into the back seat of the car, watching as Paul loaded my bags into the trunk. The familiar surroundings of New York felt strangely different, almost foreign, after the intense encounter I had just experienced in Los Angeles. As we drove through the