The room was alive with the hum of conversation, laughter, and the soft clinking of glasses. As I stepped into the grand ballroom on James’s arm, I felt every pair of eyes turn toward us. My nerves screamed at me to run, but James’s steady presence grounded me. His confidence was infectious, and his praise earlier about how well I carried myself gave me a sliver of courage.The chandeliers above sparkled like stars, and the soft murmur of chatter around us felt almost dreamlike. I caught glimpses of curious glances and whispers, but I held my head high, determined not to let the weight of this moment crush me.Then I saw him.Adrian stood across the room, tall and striking, but the look on his face made my stomach drop. His eyes locked on me, and for a moment, I felt exposed, as though all the progress I’d made crumbled under the intensity of his gaze. I froze, unsure whether to approach or hide.But he didn’t give me a choice.Before I could even think, Adrian was walking toward us,
The clinking of glasses and soft murmur of conversations filled the room, but I barely noticed. My thoughts were elsewhere, replaying the earlier commotion. I could still feel the weight of Adrian’s gaze before he left. The whispers around me were hard to ignore, but I refused to let them bother me. I kept my posture straight and my expression neutral, determined not to let anyone see the unease bubbling inside me.James had been a calming presence all evening, steering conversations away from anything too personal and keeping me grounded. I appreciated his efforts more than I could say, especially since it felt like every pair of eyes in the room was on me.But as he stepped away to greet someone, I felt a chill crawl up my spine. I didn’t have to look to know Clara was closing in. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, sharp and deliberate, announcing her arrival like a warning bell.“Well, well,” Clara said as she stopped beside me, her voice sugary and fake. “Enjoying yoursel
When the party finally ended, I felt a mix of relief and exhaustion. The weight of pretending, of keeping my composure under Clara’s taunts and Adrian’s presence, had drained me completely. James had offered to drop me off, but I declined, insisting that I wanted some time alone with Sophia.Sophia was already waiting in the living room when I got back to the apartment, her expression expectant. I knew she had a lot to say, and so did I.“Finally!” she exclaimed, patting the spot next to her on the couch. “You’re going to tell me everything. What was Adrian’s deal tonight? And who was that guy you came with? He’s cute, by the way.”I managed a tired laugh as I sank into the couch. “James is...just someone helping me with the company. He knew my father.”“And Adrian?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.I hesitated, unsure how much to share. The truth was, I’d been holding back something big from her, and after tonight, it felt impossible to keep it to myself any longer.“Sophia, there’s so
The following morning, I woke up with a sense of urgency weighing on me. Everything had changed so quickly, and the decision I made the night before—to keep the pregnancy a secret—still felt surreal. But there was no turning back now. I had bigger things to focus on. And one of those things was my father’s company.James Connelly had offered me a lifeline, a chance to restore what my father had built. The thought of my father—his hardworking hands, the sacrifices he made, his unwavering dedication to his company—made my heart tighten. I couldn't let his legacy slip away. Not on my watch.I went through my usual morning routine in a blur, my mind already running through a mental checklist. I needed to meet with James. I needed to take the first steps toward rebuilding the company, even if that meant starting from scratch. But before that, I had to call my assistant, a sharp, reliable woman named Lisa, who had been with my father for years.I sat down at my desk, the phone trembling sli
The days following the party were a blur for me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lana with James. The image was burned into my mind—her laughing, looking so effortlessly beautiful beside him. Something about their chemistry was undeniable, and it gnawed at me. She wasn’t the same person I remembered, and that unsettled me more than anything.I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. I had tried to push it down, to focus on work and my obligations, but every time I saw her face in my mind, the pang of regret, guilt, and jealousy became impossible to ignore. I had made a terrible mistake. I had let her go. And now, someone else was standing in the place I once held.I couldn’t help but replay our marriage in my mind—the arguments, the broken promises, the way things fell apart between us. I had pushed her away, but I didn’t want to lose her completely. Not to him. Not to anyone.I had tried to reach out to her—again and again—sending her texts, calling her whenever I had a moment
The days that followed were filled with a flurry of activity—meetings, calls, emails. Rebuilding my father’s company had become my full-time obsession, and with James’ support, things were moving faster than I could have imagined. It felt surreal, the progress we were making, the doors that were opening for me, and the feeling of control that was slowly returning to my life.I was no longer the woman who sat idly by, waiting for opportunities to come to me. I was the one making them. It wasn’t easy, and there were moments of doubt, but every time I stepped into a meeting or made a decision, the weight of responsibility felt less daunting. It was empowering. I could feel the confidence building in me, like a fire slowly spreading, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of the woman I was becoming.James had been instrumental in guiding me, offering his expertise when I needed it, but never pushing me to take the back seat. He respected my decisions, even when they weren’t what he might hav
I hadn’t been able to shake the image of Lana with James. The way she smiled at him, the way they talked so comfortably—it gnawed at me. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them together, and it drove me mad. How could she move on so easily? After everything we had shared, after everything we had been through, how could she just... let go?It wasn’t jealousy. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But deep down, I knew it was. I hated that someone else was stepping into my place, and it didn’t help that James was the one who was offering her a lifeline. I had seen his eyes, that look of admiration when he looked at her. That was my Lana. She wasn’t supposed to be anyone else’s.I had to find out the truth.The thought festered in my mind as I sat behind my desk in my office, fingers drumming impatiently on the surface. I’d been trying to focus on work, trying to push all of this out of my head, but the image of them together wouldn’t leave me. I had to know what was going on. I n
The day started like any other, but it quickly became one I’d never forget. I walked into the conference room, my heels clicking against the polished floor, carrying a sense of determination I hadn’t felt in years. James stood by my side, his steady presence a source of quiet confidence. This was it—the culmination of weeks of preparation, countless meetings, and endless nights of pouring over documents. My father’s company, the legacy he left behind, was finally on the verge of a comeback.I couldn’t let myself falter.The client was a major player in the industry, a corporation known for its high standards and reluctance to partner with smaller entities. Winning them over felt like an impossible dream when I first reached out, but here we were. I took a deep breath as the meeting began, laying out my vision with precision and confidence.“Our company isn’t just looking to compete,” I said, meeting the gaze of every executive in the room. “We’re looking to redefine the standards. My
The apartment felt eerily quiet after Adrian and James left. For the first time in days, I allowed myself to sit still, letting the tension ease from my shoulders. Sophia handed me a cup of tea, her expression calm but concerned."You know they’ll be back," she said after a long moment, breaking the silence.I nodded, staring down at the steam rising from the cup. "I know. And that’s why I need to leave."Sophia’s brow furrowed. "Are you sure about this, Lana? Running away might not solve everything. You’ve built something here—your career, your independence. Do you really want to give that up?"I set the cup down and leaned back against the couch, closing my eyes. "I don’t want to, but what choice do I have? Adrian won’t stop until he gets answers about the baby, and James... he’s just complicating things even more. I need space—real space—to figure out what’s best for me and the baby."Sophia sighed, her hands resting on her lap. "If you’re sure, I’ll help you. But this isn’t going
The knock at the door came just minutes after Adrian had left. I was still trying to catch my breath, leaning against the couch as Sophia sat beside me, shaking her head in disbelief."Did he seriously just say he’s not giving up on you?" Sophia muttered. "The man doesn’t understand boundaries."I sighed. "I don’t have the energy for this, Soph. I just want to leave and never deal with him again."Before she could reply, the knock came again, more insistent this time. Sophia stood, her brow furrowed in irritation. "If that’s Adrian again, I’m calling the police."She swung the door open, ready to unleash her frustration, but her words caught in her throat. Instead of Adrian, James stood there, his face a mix of anger and concern."Where is he?" James demanded, stepping past Sophia without an invitation."Excuse me?" Sophia snapped, trying to block his way. "What makes you think you can just barge in here?""Adrian," James said curtly, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on me
The weight of everything that had happened pressed down on me like a suffocating fog. My mind was still racing from Adrian’s sudden appearance at Sophia’s apartment door the night before. I hadn’t slept; every time I closed my eyes, I imagined him barging into my life again, refusing to let me go.As I sat on the couch with a warm mug of tea that Sophia had made for me, I tried to push the memories of Adrian’s voice out of my head. Yet, deep down, I knew Adrian wouldn’t give up so easily. He wasn’t the type to walk away, especially now that he thought he had something to fight for. The thought made me shiver.Sophia plopped down next to me, her own cup in hand. “You look exhausted. Did you even get any sleep?”I shook my head, staring into the amber liquid. “How could I? Every time I start to think I’m getting my life together, Adrian shows up and turns everything upside down. And now he knows... about the baby.”Sophia gave me a sympathetic look. “He’s not going to stop, you know. Yo
I left the hospital against medical advice, my mind spinning with the weight of what had just happened. I couldn’t face Adrian or James again, not now, not with everything so raw and chaotic. Wrapping my coat tighter around me, I hailed a cab, giving Sophia’s address to the driver. She was the only person I trusted to help me think clearly.By the time I arrived at her apartment, my hands were trembling. I knocked frantically, praying she was home. Moments later, Sophia opened the door, her expression shifting from surprise to concern the moment she saw me.“Lana? What are you doing here? You should be resting—weren’t you in the hospital?” she asked, stepping aside to let me in.I walked past her into the living room, dropping onto her couch. “I couldn’t stay there. Adrian was hovering, and James... they both know, Sophia. They know I’m pregnant.”Her eyes widened as she slowly closed the door. “Wait, what? How did they find out?”“The doctor came in while they were arguing. He just..
The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I remembered before the world faded into darkness. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital room. The sterile white walls, the faint hum of medical machines, and the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor made it clear where I was. I blinked a few times, trying to process what had happened.Then I saw Adrian. He sat by my bedside, his hands buried in his hair, looking more disheveled than I’d ever seen him. The sight of him stirred a mix of emotions I wasn’t ready to confront—anger, sadness, and, annoyingly, a flicker of concern."Adrian?" My voice came out raspy, barely audible.His head shot up, relief flooding his features. "Lana. You’re awake."I tried to sit up, but a sharp ache in my head stopped me. Adrian was by my side in an instant, gently pressing a hand to my shoulder to keep me still."Don’t move too much," he said softly. "You fainted at the gala. You’ve been out for hours."I stared at him, trying to gather m
As my eyes fluttered open, the stark white ceiling came into view, and the steady beep of monitors filled my ears. My body felt heavy, as though I’d been dragged through a storm. I blinked slowly, my gaze shifting to the figure slumped in a chair beside my bed. Adrian.His disheveled appearance told me he hadn’t left my side, and the guilt etched across his face was impossible to miss. When he realized I was awake, he sat upright, his eyes searching mine."Lana," he breathed, relief evident in his tone. "You’re awake. Thank God."I shifted slightly, wincing at the dull ache in my body. "What happened?""You collapsed," he said softly. "At the gala. I... I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t just leave you there."The memory of the evening came rushing back, and with it, a flood of emotions. The stress, his persistence, the way my body had finally given in.Before I could respond, the door burst open, and James stormed in, his eyes blazing with fury. He didn’t waste a second."What the
The room buzzed with laughter and chatter, but my focus was on maintaining my composure. I hadn’t expected to see Adrian here, and yet, the moment our eyes met, it was as if the world narrowed to just the two of us. My chest tightened, my steps faltering as he made his way toward me with determined strides."Lana, we need to talk," Adrian said, his voice low but firm.I stiffened, refusing to let him see the chaos brewing inside me. "There's nothing to talk about, Adrian," I replied, turning to walk away.But he grabbed my wrist gently, his grip firm yet hesitant, like he was afraid I’d slip away. "Please. Just hear me out," he pleaded.I yanked my arm free and glared at him. "You had your chance, Adrian. You made your choice when you divorced me. Whatever you have to say, it’s too late."His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he’d let me go. But then, he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. "I was wrong, Lana. I was a fool to let you go, and I regret it every single day.
The morning the rumors exploded, I felt the sting before I even left the house. My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing—notifications, calls, and messages piling up with a chaotic urgency. Sophia had already texted me a dozen times before I finally mustered the courage to check the latest news.There it was, plastered across every business and gossip platform: “Lana Holland and James Connelly’s Cozy Partnership Raises Eyebrows.” The article was worse than I had expected, spinning a tale of romantic entanglements and dubious dealings, insinuating that my success wasn’t due to my own merit but because of James’ supposed influence.My stomach twisted. It wasn’t just the personal attack—it was the way it undermined everything I’d worked so hard for. The article made me seem like nothing more than a pawn, as if my achievements were handed to me on a silver platter.Sophia stormed into my office shortly after I arrived at work, her face flushed with anger. She tossed her bag onto the couch and glare
The weeks following my company’s first major deal passed in a blur of meetings, negotiations, and relentless hard work. Every moment was a step forward, but the pressure never eased. Success came with its own set of challenges, and while I was prepared for most of them, I wasn’t prepared for the storm Clara was brewing behind the scenes.I hadn’t thought much about Clara since the party. Her attempts to provoke me with her taunts about Adrian felt insignificant now that I had more pressing concerns. I didn’t need her validation, nor did I care about her opinion. Still, Clara had never been one to let go of a grudge easily.---At the Sebastian estate, Clara paced the length of the sitting room, her frustration evident in every sharp click of her heels against the marble floor. Her parents, Charles and Miranda, sat nearby, observing her with a mix of concern and irritation.“This isn’t working,” Clara snapped, tossing a magazine onto the coffee table. The headline on the cover featured