ChristianAs I listened to Bernice pour out the truth of what had happened all those years ago, a myriad of emotions swirled within me. Shock, anger, heartbreak - they all battled for dominance as the pieces of the puzzle finally fell into place.When she finished speaking, Bernice lowered her head, as if afraid to meet my gaze. I could see the shame, the self-recrimination etched into every line of her face, and it broke my heart.I stood there, stunned into silence. All this time, I had believed that Bernice had married Fed because she had forgotten about me, about "Charlie." It had never crossed my mind that the very identity I had hidden from her would be used to manipulate her, to trap her in a life of lies and deceit.Seeing my silence, Bernice's face crumpled, panic flooding her features. "It's my fault," she said hastily, her words tumbling over each other in her rush to explain. "I should have been more careful, should have seen through his lies. I was so stupid, so naive..."
BerniceAs I looked around Christian's house, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. It was almost surreal, seeing everything exactly as it had been ten years ago. The same furniture, the same layout, even the same scent lingering in the air. It was as if time had stood still, preserving this little piece of our shared history."It's a miracle," I breathed, my eyes roaming over the familiar surroundings. "Everything is just as I remember it."Christian smiled, a soft, tender expression that made my heart skip a beat. "I hired professionals to maintain the house over the years," he admitted, his gaze meeting mine. "I always hoped that one day, we'd find our way back to each other, and I wanted this place to be ready for that moment."His words touched something deep inside me, a bittersweet ache that was equal parts joy and regret.All this time, while I had been living a lie, Christian had been holding onto our love, nurturing it, believing in a future that I had thought lost."I wish..."
BerniceWell, thank God everything was just a false alarm. My heart still pounded in my cheat. Behind us stood not some bad guy. But my parents, their faces etched with surprise."Mom? Dad?" I called out, surprise coloring my voice. "What are you doing here?"They approached with curious expressions, their gazes flicking between Christian and me. "We could ask you the same thing, sweetheart," Mom replied, a hint of mischief in her eyes as she took in our laden shopping bags and Christian's proximity. "Bernie, what are you doing here?" my mother asked, her eyes wide with curiosity. "And Mr. Christ?"I felt a blush creep up my neck. Of all the times for them to show up unexpectedly... Straightening my spine, I managed what I hoped was a casual smile. "We are just doing some shopping." I glanced at Christian, who remained composed and polite. "Turns out that Christ," I said, choosing my words carefully. "He's not just our new neighbor; he's also my coworker."Dad chimed in, "Coworker? Mr
BerniceSettling into my office chair, the leather cool against my skin, my mind began to wander. I could still feel the weight of Christian’s embrace from the night before. Movie night played black and white in my mind – the flickering light from the screen casting a soft glow over his face, the cozy warmth of his body against mine.But as much as I wanted to cling to those moments, reality was never far behind. The run-in with mom and dad at the supermarket reminded me one thing. Dad company had been soon dragged through the mud, accused of negligence and corruption in my last life. The scandal had ruined our reputation, and the financial fallout had been catastrophic. I couldn't bear to watch him go through that again.If EcoBuild and Fed were still connected, they might be using the same tactics to target my father's company once again. History will repeat itself. I must act quickly.I had absolutely no doubt that Fed would take his retaliatory action faster after we had that fight
Bernice"I think we should go directly to their headquarters," I suggested, tapping my pen against the notepad in front of me. "I know the address, and we could poke around, see if we can find any information that might be useful."Christian leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed in thought. "I'm not sure that's the best approach, Bernie," he said slowly. "If we just show up out of the blue, it might raise suspicion. We need a way in that doesn't set off any alarm bells."I sighed, frustration bubbling up inside me. "But how else are we supposed to get the information we need? It's not like we can just walk in and start snooping around."A slow smile spread across Christian's face, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Actually, that's exactly what we're going to do. But we're going to make them invite us in."I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And how do you propose we do that?"Christian leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "I have a plan, but I'm going to need your help.
BerniceFed stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, a hint of anger on his face. His gaze shifted from me to Christian as we approached, his jaw clenched."What are you doing here, Fed?" I asked coldly, my voice echoing in the empty parking lot.Fed's eyes narrowed as they settled on Christian, his frown deepening. "I could ask you the same thing. Why are you avoiding me and taking the same elevator with him?"Christian stepped forward, positioning himself slightly in front of me. His broad shoulders and tall frame seemed to shield me from Fed's accusatory glare. "Bernice is my assistant, Fed. It's normal for her to be with me during work hours."Fed sneered, his lips curling disdainfully. "Right. Your assistant. Is that what we're calling it these days? I'm not blind, Christian. I see the way you look at her, the way you hover around her like a lovesick puppy."I bristled at his words, anger and humiliation burning in my chest. "Watch your mouth, Fed," I snapped, my hands c
BerniceThe bell above the door jingled merrily as Cathy, Christian, and I stepped into the high-end boutique. The scent of expensive perfume and new clothing enveloped us, I got a little overwhelmed bball these."Alright, my darlings," Cathy announced, clapping her hands together with a mischievous grin. "It's time to transform you two into the hottest new couple on the West Coast. By the time I'm done with you, everyone will be convinced you're the real deal."Christian raised an eyebrow, looking decidedly uncomfortable amidst the sea of silk and lace. "I appreciate your enthusiasm, but is all of this really necessary? We're just trying to blend in, not make a fashion statement."Cathy scoffed, waving her hand dismissively. "Blend in? Honey, please. You're supposed to be filthy rich newlyweds, remember? Trust me, if you want to sell this charade, you need to go big or go home."I couldn't help but laugh at Christian's pained expression. "She's got a point, you know. The wealthy aren'
BerniceI smoothed down the front of my designer dress. Beside me, Christian adjusted his tie, looking every bit the wealthy showy tycoon he was pretending to be."Whoa," I teased, giving him an appreciative once-over. "Look at you, all dressed up and nowhere to go. I almost didn't recognize you without your usual scowl."Christian laughed, the sound warm and rich. "I could say the same about you, Mrs. Gasly. That dress is a far cry from your usual pantsuits. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me."I swatted at his arm playfully, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "In your dreams, Mr. Gasly. I'm just playing the part of the doting wife, remember?"He caught my hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "How could I forget? But maybe we should make it a permanent arrangement."I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest at his words. "Professionalism! Let's focus on the task at hand, shall we? We have a company to investigate ."Christian
BerniceThe gentle sea breeze ruffled my hair as I stood on the balcony of our Hamptons beach house, watching the sun dip below the horizon. Ten years had passed since that first charity gala, a decade filled with more love, laughter, and fulfillment than I could have ever imagined."Penny for your thoughts?" Christian's voice came from behind me, as familiar and comforting as ever.I turned, smiling as he handed me a glass of wine. "Just reflecting. It's hard to believe it's been ten years."Christian nodded, leaning against the railing beside me. "Ten amazing years. And you know what? I have a feeling the best is still to come."As if on cue, the sound of children's laughter floated up from the beach below. I looked down to see Hope, now fourteen, chasing her younger siblings, seven-year-old Ethan and five-year-old Olivia, through the surf. Melissa and Alex's twins, eight-year-old Sophie and Lucas, were building an elaborate sandcastle nearby."Should we call them in for dinner?" I
BerniceThe grand ballroom of the Plaza Hotel buzzed with excitement as New York's elite mingled, their designer gowns and tuxedos glittering under the chandeliers. I smoothed down the front of my own gown - a midnight blue creation that Cathy had insisted I wear - and scanned the room, making sure everything was in place for our charity gala."Relax, Bernie," Christian murmured in my ear, his hand warm on the small of my back. "Everything looks perfect."I turned to him, drinking in the sight of him in his tuxedo. Even after all these years, he still took my breath away. "I know, I know. I just want tonight to be perfect. We've worked so hard on this."Christian smiled, pressing a quick kiss to my temple. "It will be perfect. The Edward Hamilton Foundation's first major fundraiser - how could it be anything but?"I nodded, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. We had spent months planning this gala, bringing together all our friends and family to support the foundation's mission of
BerniceThe soft spring breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers through Central Park as I watched Melissa and Alex stroll hand in hand ahead of me. Christian walked beside me, pushing Hope's stroller as our daughter babbled happily, pointing at the colorful tulips lining the path."They look happy," I murmured to Christian, nodding towards Melissa and Alex.Christian smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "They do. It's nice to see Melissa like this, isn't it? So carefree and content."I nodded, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. After everything Melissa had been through, seeing her find happiness with Alex felt like a small miracle.As we approached the Bethesda Fountain, I noticed Alex becoming increasingly fidgety. He kept reaching into his pocket, his face a mix of nervousness and excitement. I nudged Christian, raising an eyebrow in silent question. He nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips."You knew, didn't you?" I whispered accusingly.Christian shrugged,
BerniceThe shrill ring of my phone pierced through the peaceful silence of our bedroom at an ungodly hour. I fumbled for it, nearly knocking over the lamp in my sleep-addled state."Hello?" I mumbled, squinting at the too-bright screen."BERNICE!" Cathy's voice exploded through the speaker, causing me to jerk the phone away from my ear. "I need you! It's an emergency! "I sat up, instantly alert. "Cathy? What's wrong? Is Lily okay?""Lily? Oh, she's fine. Sleeping like an angel, the little traitor," Cathy huffed. "No, it's much worse. I'm filing for divorce!"I blinked, trying to process this information. "Divorce?! Cathy, what are you talking about?""I'm leaving Taylor!" she wailed dramatically. "I can't take it anymore, Bernie. He's driving me insane! Do you know what he did?""What did he do?" I asked cautiously, already suspecting this was going to be something ridiculous."He left his socks on the floor. AGAIN!" Cathy's voice rose to a pitch that I'm sure only dogs could hear.
BerniceThe familiar New York skyline greeted us as our car wound its way through the city streets. After the rugged beauty of Scotland, the urban landscape felt both jarring and comforting. Hope was fast asleep in her car seat, her new stuffed highland cow clutched tightly to her chest."Home sweet home," Christian murmured, his hand finding mine in the space between us.As we pulled up to our building, I saw the doorman, George, step forward to help with our luggage. His familiar face broke into a warm smile as he saw us."Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Miller," he said, opening the car door. "How was your trip?""Wonderful, George, thank you," Christian replied, carefully lifting the still-sleeping Hope from her car seat. "But it's good to be home."I followed them into the building, my mind already racing with all the things we needed to do. Unpack, sort through mail, check in with work... The list seemed endless.As we entered our apartment, the silence enveloped us. After the bustle
BerniceThe early morning sun streamed through the windows of our Paris apartment, casting a golden glow over the scattered suitcases and travel documents strewn across the bed. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my blouse and taking a deep breath. Today was the day we'd been planning for weeks - our family trip to Scotland, to Christian's ancestral home."Mama! Mama!" Hope's excited voice preceded her as she toddled into the room, her little arms outstretched. I scooped her up, pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek."Are you ready for our big adventure, sweetheart?" I asked, smoothing down her unruly curls.Hope nodded enthusiastically. "See sheep!" she declared, her face lighting up with joy.I laughed, remembering the picture books of Scotland we'd been reading to her. "That's right, we're going to see lots of sheep. And castles, and lochs, and maybe even a highland cow or two."Christian appeared in the doorway, looking handsome in a casual sweater and jeans. The pendant I'd
BerniceThe soft glow of my desk lamp cast shadows across the scattered sketches and gemstones before me. It was well past midnight, but sleep eluded me. I was searching for a way to help Christian through his mourning.I picked up a rough sapphire, turning it over in my palm. Its deep blue reminded me of Edward's eyes, always twinkling with mischief and kindness. An idea began to form in my mind, a way to capture a piece of Edward's spirit in something tangible that Christian could carry with him.With renewed energy, I began to sketch. The design took shape under my pencil - a simple yet elegant pendant. A teardrop-shaped sapphire, surrounded by a delicate filigree of white gold, designed to look like the intertwining branches of a family tree. At the base of the pendant, almost hidden within the metalwork, I planned to engrave Edward's initials and the coordinates of his favorite spot in Paris - a bench in the Jardin des Tuileries where he used to take Christian as a boy.As the fi
BerniceIt was a moment of pure magic, tinged with the bittersweet knowledge that it might be one of Edward's last.The night stretched on, marked by Edward's labored breathing and occasional coughs. His skin had taken on a grayish pallor, and his cheeks seemed more sunken than ever. Every so often, his eyes would flutter open, unfocused and glassy, before closing again.Dr. Fournier entered the room for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He checked Edward's vitals with practiced efficiency, his brow furrowing as he noted the dropping blood pressure and weakening pulse. "We've increased his morphine dosage," he murmured to Christian. "He shouldn't be in any pain now."Edward's fingers twitched sporadically against the bedsheet, and his breathing became more irregular - sometimes rapid and shallow, then pausing for long, terrifying moments before resuming. The oxygen mask fogged rhythmically with each exhale, a visual reminder of his continuing fight.As dawn approached, Edw
BerniceChristian rushed in, followed closely by Dr. Fournier. For the next few minutes, the room was a flurry of activity as the doctor checked Edward's vitals and responses.Slowly, miraculously, Edward's eyes fluttered open. They were unfocused at first, but then they found Christian's face."Chris... Christian," he rasped, his voice barely audible around the breathing tube.Christian's face broke into a smile, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm here, Grandfather. I'm right here."Dr. Fournier quickly removed the breathing tube, replacing it with an oxygen mask. "Mr. Hamilton," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "Try not to speak too much. You've been through quite an ordeal."Edward nodded weakly, his eyes never leaving Christian's face. He lifted a shaky hand, which Christian immediately grasped."I'm sorry," Edward whispered. "I'm so sorry."Christian frowned, confused. "Sorry? Grandfather, you have nothing to be sorry for. You're going to be okay. You're going to get better