I stood frozen in the doorway of the senior executives' office, my heart pounding in my chest. The words I had just overheard felt like a blow to my entire existence. Callum Winter Stone—my ex-husband, the man who had once promised me everything only to abandon me for Emilia Rhodes—was now stepping into the most powerful position at Rhodes Company.
My mind struggled to process the news. How could this be happening? After everything, after all the pain he had caused me, he was back. And in control.
I didn’t even realize I had walked out until I found myself in the comfort room, the cold tile against my back as I leaned against the wall. My breath came in short, shaky gasps, and the tears I had been holding back finally broke free. How could I possibly face him again? I had worked so hard to rebuild my life, to distance myself from the person I used to be—someone who had been destroyed by him. But now, I was about to be forced into his orbit once again, with no choice but to swallow my pride and pretend everything was fine.
The door opened, and a familiar voice broke through my spiral of thoughts. "Athena?"
I didn’t look up at first, too consumed by my own emotions. I heard Lia’s footsteps, then felt the warmth of her hand on my shoulder, steady and comforting. She always knew when I was falling apart.
"I... I can't believe this is happening," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Callum. CEO. How am I supposed to work with him again, Lia? After everything... After how he left me for her, how he destroyed me... How am I supposed to just pretend it doesn’t matter?"
Lia’s grip tightened, her voice calm but firm. "You have to. For Ryan. For yourself. You can’t let Callum see your weakness. You can’t let him get to you. You’ve come too far, Athena. Think about what’s at stake here."
I closed my eyes, fighting the wave of emotions threatening to swallow me whole. Ryan. My brother. I couldn't forget that. He was why I had taken this job in the first place. His medical bills. His future. I had sacrificed everything for him, and I couldn’t afford to lose everything now.
Lia’s voice softened, but there was no mistaking the urgency in her words. "You have to be strong. For Ryan’s sake. You can’t walk away now. You’ll be risking everything you’ve worked for. Everything you've built."
I nodded, even though the lump in my throat made it hard to breathe. "I know. I know you're right."
I let out a shaky breath, wiping away the tears that were still falling. "But how do I do it, Lia? How do I look at him and act like nothing ever happened? Like he didn’t break me?"
Lia gave me a small, reassuring smile. "You do it because you’re not the same woman you were back then. You’ve changed, Athena. You’re stronger now. And Callum? He doesn’t get to control your future anymore. He’s just a man. A man who’s about to realize that you’re not the same vulnerable woman he left behind."
I nodded again, this time with more resolve. She was right. I wasn’t that person anymore. I couldn’t let him see the parts of me that still ached from what he had done. For Ryan. For my own dignity. I had to be strong, even if it meant swallowing every ounce of pride I had left.
“I’ll do it,” I said, my voice steady now. “I’ll face him. I’ll make sure he knows—this is my fight, not his. He won’t destroy me again.”
Lia gave me a small, proud smile. "That’s the Athena I know."
I took one last deep breath before pushing the door open. As I walked back into the chaos of the office, my mind raced. I had no idea how I was going to survive this. But for Ryan, for everything that mattered, I would not back down. I would stand tall, even if it meant facing Callum Winter Stone again.
Days passed, and the office still buzzed with the tension of Emilia’s unexpected death. The air felt heavy with grief, but no one seemed to know the full story behind it. Illness? An accident? The Rhodes family kept everything private, which only fueled the whispers. The secrecy felt strange, but we all respected it—after all, Emilia was the heiress. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it.
And then, there was Callum.
As much as I tried to push it to the back of my mind, I couldn’t. Callum Winter Stone. Now the new CEO of Rhodes Company. The man who had walked away from me years ago, choosing Emilia over me, was now back in the game. He had stepped into the most powerful position at Rhodes Company, and somehow, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I stared at my computer screen, trying to focus, but all I could hear was Lia’s voice in the back of my mind, reminding me of everything that happened between Callum and me. It was hard not to feel suffocated by the thought of working under him again.
Lia’s voice broke through my thoughts. "Athena, you’re really quiet today. Something’s bothering you."
I sighed, rubbing my temples. "It’s nothing... Just thinking about everything with the company and Callum. I didn’t expect this."
Lia raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying my calm act. She leaned in closer. "I can see that. You’re still trying to figure out how to handle it, aren’t you? You’re not the only one who’s been dreading Callum’s return."
I gave her a half-hearted smile. "I just keep hoping he won’t show up here, that maybe... maybe they’ll keep him in the upper departments.”
"What about Emilia? She was the face of the company. But… she was always so distant with us. She never really interacted with the department. Do you think Callum will be the same? Always absent, staying in the upper levels?"
Lia let out a soft chuckle, but there was no humor in her voice. She seemed to think about it for a moment before replying. "Emilia was different, Athena. She had her own world in the upper levels. She barely touched the operations down here. Her role as heiress was more about image and maintaining the Rhodes legacy. But Callum?" She shook her head.
"Callum is different. This is his introduction as CEO. Everyone’s going to meet him, whether they like it or not. The board’s going to make sure of that. There’s no avoiding him, no matter how much we want to."
The moment I stepped onto the office floor that morning, a suffocating tension filled the air. I wasn’t the only one who felt it—everyone moved with a sense of uncertainty, as if waiting for something inevitable. Or rather, someone.I clutched my coffee cup tightly, the heat grounding me as I made my way to my desk. Whispers surrounded me, hushed voices carrying the weight of speculation and unease.“Have you seen him yet?” “They say he’s arriving today. First official meeting with the department heads.” “I heard he’s even more ruthless than before. A completely different man.”I swallowed hard. So, today was the day. Callum Winter Stone was about to make his grand entrance, and there was no more avoiding the reality of it.Lia appeared beside me, her expression unreadable. “You okay?”I nodded, but the knot in my stomach betrayed me. “I’ll have to be.”She sighed. “You don’t have to prove anything to him, Athena. Just do your job. Show him you’re unshaken.”Easier said than done.Bef
That evening, I drove straight to the hospital to visit Ryan. My brother was still under treatment, fighting to recover from leukemia. As I walked into his hospital room, my mother looked up, exhaustion evident in her eyes, but her face lit up when she saw me."Athena! You’re here," she said, relief in her voice.Ryan, lying on the hospital bed, turned his head and grinned weakly. "Hey, sis. Rough day at work?"I took a deep breath, then smiled. "Actually, I have good news. I got promoted. And my salary increased—enough to cover all of your medical expenses. We don’t have to worry anymore."My mother gasped, covering her mouth in shock. "Oh, Athena... that’s incredible!"Ryan’s eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, sis. You always take care of us."I squeezed his hand. "Of course, Ryan. That’s what family is for."For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. No matter what was happening at the office, my priority was clear—my family always came first.The next morning, I arri
I couldn’t breathe.Callum’s words echoed in my head, suffocating me. Two years. I was trapped. Stuck working under him, forced to face the man who had shattered my heart every single day.No. There had to be a way out.I took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay composed. If Callum thought he could intimidate me, he was dead wrong.“I see,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Well, I appreciate the clarification, Mr. Stone.”Callum raised an eyebrow at my sudden shift in tone. “Mr. Stone? That’s new.”I ignored his smug expression and turned on my heel, walking toward the door. My mind was already calculating my next move. If I couldn’t resign, I’d make myself impossible to work with. I’d be the worst secretary he ever had.Let’s see how long he’d last before firing me himself.—The next morning, I arrived at the office exactly five minutes late.Callum was already at his desk, flipping through a document when I walked in. His eyes flicked up to meet mine,
I stared at the cheque, my fingers tightening around the envelope as my pulse pounded in my ears. Five hundred thousand dollars. The amount was staggering, enough to pull Ryan out of the mess he was in. But coming from Callum? It felt like a slap in the face.Slowly, I lifted my gaze to meet his. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but I could see the satisfaction in his eyes. He thought this was an easy win. That dangling this money in front of me would be enough to keep me leashed.“You think this changes anything?” My voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight behind it was undeniable.Callum leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s not about changing anything, Athena. It’s about helping you.”I laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Helping me? You don’t get to say that. Not after what you did.”His smirk faltered, but he recovered quickly. “I made a mistake.”“A mistake?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You left me, Callum. You proposed to me,
I rushed toward him, jaw clenched in frustration. “What are you doing here?” I hissed, keeping my voice low to avoid a scene.Callum didn’t flinch. He stood his ground, hands tucked into his dark coat pockets, gaze steady. “I came to check on Ryan.”I let out a humorless laugh. “You expect me to believe that?”He tilted his head, infuriatingly calm. “Believe whatever you want, Athena. But I deposited the check, and the hospital confirmed the payment.”My breath hitched, anger bubbling up. “You had no right,” I spat. “I told you I didn’t want your money!”His eyes hardened. “And I told you this isn’t about you. It’s about Ryan.”I clenched my fists. “You think throwing money around makes you a hero?”He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “You’re impossible. You’d rather let pride dictate your actions than accept help when you clearly need it.”His words stung like a slap, but I refused to back down. “You don’t get to question my love for my brother.”Callum stepped closer, presenc
Callum's lips twitched slightly, but the humor didn’t quite reach his eyes. “The catch is just do what I say and just do the job well without being stubborn.”I narrowed my eyes, crossing my arms as I studied him. “That’s it?”“Yes,” he said simply. “Take the time off, be with Ryan, and when you come back, you do your job without pushing back on every damn thing I tell you to do.”I huffed, turning my attention back to Ryan, who was finally resting peacefully. The anger that had flared earlier still simmered inside me, but exhaustion dulled its edges. Maybe Callum was right. Maybe I did need this time off. But I hated that he had taken control of the situation without my input.Ryan stirred slightly, his fingers twitching against my hand. His face was still pale, but the tension in his expression had eased. I exhaled slowly, brushing his hair back before looking at Callum again. “Fine.”A flicker of relief crossed his face, but it was gone in an instant. “Good.”The room fell into a t
I walked out of the hospital room, my breath catching as the weight of my mother’s words pressed on me. Ryan is more important than your pride, Athena.I knew that. I’d always known. But knowing didn’t make accepting it easier.The cold air outside stung my skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth I left behind in Ryan’s room. I wrapped my arms around myself, vision blurring as tears spilled over. I hated this. Hated how Callum still had the power to shake me, to make me question everything I had rebuilt.“Athena?”I startled, quickly wiping my tears as Lia approached. Her brows knitted in concern, hands tucked into her coat pockets.“Hey,” she said softly. “You okay?”I forced a smile. “Yeah. Just... fresh air.”Lia gave me a look that said she didn’t buy it. “Athena, you’re a terrible liar.”I let out a shaky breath, shoulders slumping. “It’s just... a lot.”She nodded, tilting her head toward the small café across the street. “Come on. Let’s get coffee. You look like you could use it.”
I placed the bags on the small hospital table, my hands unsteady as I unpacked the contents. The smell of freshly cooked food filled the room—warm soup, soft bread, and a variety of dishes carefully packaged. It wasn’t just any meal. It was thoughtful. Comforting. Exactly the kind of food someone would send if they knew we hadn’t eaten properly all day.I hated how that realization made my chest tighten.My mother sat beside Ryan’s bed, watching me carefully. She didn’t say anything, but I could feel the unspoken words hanging in the air.I sighed, forcing myself to focus on the task at hand. “Do you want some?”She hesitated before nodding. “You should eat too, Athena.”I wasn’t sure I had much of an appetite, but I pulled out a container of soup. As I lifted a spoonful to my lips, the warmth spread through me, comforting in a way I hadn’t expected.We ate in silence, the only sounds the occasional beeping of the monitors and the hum of the hospital outside. Ryan remained asleep, his
The days that followed my decision were anything but easy. Even though I had chosen to stay with Callum, to lean on the bond we had built over the years, the weight of my choice pressed down on me like an iron vice. I had rejected Daniel’s offer, but in some quiet, hidden corner of my heart, I still questioned whether I had made the right decision. I hadn’t fully embraced the idea of the future without his help, his promise of an escape from the suffocating reality I had been living in.But as I spent more time with Callum, as I saw the way he fought for us, fought for Ryan, I began to feel that flicker of hope grow a little brighter. Maybe we didn’t need Daniel. Maybe we just needed each other.Ryan’s condition was still precarious. Some days, he seemed like he was doing better, his color returning to his cheeks, his voice stronger when he spoke. But those moments were fleeting, like sunshine breaking through a storm, only to be swallowed by clouds once more.We had a good day here a
The days that followed my meeting with Daniel were some of the hardest I had ever faced. I couldn’t shake the weight of the decision that loomed over me, pressing down with increasing force. The tension between Callum and me was palpable, thicker than ever. He hadn’t asked about the meeting, not directly, but I knew he could tell something had changed. My silence was heavy, my distraction obvious. And still, I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth.Ryan’s condition was worsening. Every day, there were moments when I thought the fight would be over, when I would watch him sleep and wonder if I was seeing him for the last time. And yet, in the same breath, I clung to the hope that we could make it through, that things could get better. But the uncertainty was suffocating. Every medication administered, every round of treatment, felt like a reminder that we were running out of time.I wasn’t sure what I was searching for. Maybe I was looking for a sign, something that would make th
The days that followed my conversation with Callum were a blur, but they weren’t a peaceful blur. Every moment felt like it was suspended in the tension of what could be, what might come, and the relentless weight of the choice that was looming over me. I could feel Daniel’s presence pressing in from the outside, waiting for me to make a decision, but I was trapped in this space between past and future, between trust and doubt.Ryan’s treatment continued, a rhythm I had grown all too familiar with. The sterile smell of the hospital, the beeping of monitors, the soft hum of nurses moving through the halls—it had become a part of my life, an unchanging backdrop to the turbulence of my emotions. I tried my best to be strong, to hold it all together for Callum, for Ryan, for myself, but there was a crack in my resolve, and it seemed like it was getting wider with each passing day.Callum’s worry was evident in his eyes every time he looked at me. His attempts to shield me from the weight
The days that followed Daniel’s unexpected call were a blur of conflicting emotions. Ryan’s treatment continued, and the routine of hospital visits, medication schedules, and sleepless nights persisted. But now, between the sterile walls of the hospital and the sterile walls of my mind, I couldn’t shake the unease that Daniel’s presence had stirred. His offer had been made in a seemingly harmless tone, yet something about it unsettled me.Callum and I fell into a strained silence, our once easy conversations now punctuated with awkward pauses and unspoken tension. He noticed my withdrawn demeanor, my distracted gaze, the way I’d stare off into space when he wasn’t looking. He could tell I was carrying something, a secret or a weight, but he didn’t press. It was as if he was giving me space to figure it out on my own, but I knew he was growing more and more concerned. The strain was evident in the way he would look at me, the edge in his voice when he spoke, but I didn’t know how to ex
As the days stretched into weeks, the rhythm of hospital visits, treatments, and restless nights became our new normal. There were moments of relief when Ryan showed signs of recovery, but just as quickly, there were those dark moments when we feared the worst. We spent our days waiting—waiting for tests, waiting for updates, waiting for the next treatment round. Each day was a fragile thread, and we clung to it, not knowing what the next one would bring.It was during one of these long, quiet evenings that Callum and I found ourselves standing outside the hospital, our faces bathed in the faint light of the setting sun. The world felt so distant, so out of reach, and yet, in that moment, we were still tethered to each other, even if we didn’t have words to say.“Do you ever think about what comes after?” Callum asked, breaking the silence. He didn’t look at me, but I could hear the question in his voice—the same uncertainty I’d been carrying with me since the moment Ryan had been dia
But in that moment, with Callum by my side and Ryan lying peacefully in front of us, I allowed myself to believe that we could face whatever came next. Together.The next morning, the whirlwind of medical appointments, phone calls, and endless forms began. It was almost like I was on autopilot—nodding along, signing papers, answering questions I didn’t fully understand. The pediatric oncologist arrived, a woman named Dr. Thompson, with a warm smile and a calm presence that somehow made the chaos feel less overwhelming. She explained in greater detail the specifics of Ryan’s chemotherapy regimen, the medications, the rounds of tests, and the side effects we’d need to prepare for. She outlined the schedule for the first round of treatment, which would begin the following week.I couldn’t quite bring myself to listen to all of it. I kept looking at Ryan, small and fragile in his hospital bed, his tiny fingers curled into a fist. His innocence seemed so out of place in the sterile, harsh
Dr. Patel’s eyes softened, her voice gentle but firm. “We start treatment immediately. Acute lymphoblastic leukemia, or ALL, is aggressive, but it's also one of the most treatable forms of childhood leukemia, especially with early intervention. We have options. The sooner we begin, the better his chances.”My mind struggled to process the words, each one a weight that sank deeper into my chest. Ryan. Leukemia. It was too much to take in all at once. I felt like I was drowning in the wave of panic that threatened to engulf me.Callum squeezed my hand, his voice steady. “What does treatment look like?”Dr. Patel nodded, glancing down at the chart in her hands before answering. “The first step is chemotherapy. We’ll start with an intensive induction phase, which will last about a month. During that time, Ryan will need to be monitored very closely. After that, there will be consolidation and maintenance phases, which will continue for the next two years.”Two years. The word echoed in my
Callum’s grip on my hand was firm yet hesitant, like he was afraid I’d pull away. But for the first time in a long time, I didn’t. We sat in silence, watching the steady rise and fall of Ryan’s chest as he drifted off to sleep. The beeping of the monitors was a steady, rhythmic reminder of just how fragile he was.I exhaled slowly, exhaustion pressing down on me like a heavy weight. My body ached, but my heart ached more.Callum’s thumb brushed against my palm absentmindedly. It sent a ripple of warmth up my arm, an old familiarity that both comforted and unsettled me.“Athena,” he murmured after a long pause.“I meant what I said earlier. I don’t know how to be what you need.”I turned to face him, searching his expression for deception, for walls, for the Callum who always pulled away before I could hold on. But all I saw was a man who looked just as lost as I felt.“Then learn,” I said softly. “Because I can’t keep doing this alone. And Ryan—” My voice broke. “Ryan needs you, wheth
Callum’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might actually say something real—something honest. Instead, he just clenched his jaw and looked away, hands shoved deep into his pockets. “That’s your choice,” he finally said, his tone clipped, almost robotic. I couldn’t help but scoff, shaking my head. “Right. My choice. Just like it was your choice to walk away when I needed you the most. Your choice to send that heartless message when Ryan was in the hospital. Your choice to keep pushing me away while I’m still standing here, trying to pick up the pieces.”His eyes flashed with something—regret, maybe? Anger? I couldn’t tell. But whatever it was, it faded as quickly as it appeared, replaced by the same cold mask he always wore these days.“You don’t understand, Athena,” he said, voice strained. “No, Callum, I think I understand perfectly,” I shot back. “You’re mad because I’m trying to move on. Because for once, I’m not just waiting around for you to decide whether you wan