Hi lovely reader. I'm happy to announce we've come to a conclusion on one arc of Malachi and Antonia's story. I would continue, but it's a bit much and my editor requests i halt for now. Thank you for reading so far. Thank you for your support through all this too. Love you all.
Antonia’s pov. My boss and husband Malachi Finn chats excitedly with his first love in the office. I stand outside, and through the glass door, I can see a warm smile on his face. It’s a smile I've never seen before. I know the right thing to do as a competent secretary would be to leave, but as h
Anguish and pain rip through my already raw heart, and for a while all I can do is look at him. I stare at the annoyance on his face and the rage gathering in his eyes. I look away as tears well in mine and I stare at the floor as I blink them back, asking with a steady but tired voice, a voice th
The funeral draws something out of me. From the fact that no one in the Finn household seemed to care that my grandmother had died, down to Malachi’s nonchalance about her death and his sustained anger at what happened with Skye. My heart throbs and aches while I have to carry out the preparations
Malachi’s pov. “I’ve filed for a divorce.” I storm into the office and thoughts of Antonia saying she’s filed for a divorce flash through my mind. I grunt in anger as I drop my phone and settle into my chair. Antonia… Antonia would never behave like this. I understand she’s angry at her grand
Antonia’s pov. I spend the night in another room and I don't know if Malachi notices my absence nor do I care. I take a visit to the cemetery, just to see my grandmother’s grave for one last final time, and when I come back every bone in my body hurts. It’s the familiar hum of fatigue and tirednes
I walk over to my bag and continue with packing. I feel Malachi’s glare. Every bit of it in all its righteous indignation and a thrum of pain surges in my heart. He puts the flowers down, embarrassment visible on his face. I briefly entertain the hope that he’s embarrassed because he’s finally co
The first thing that goes wrong is the weather. The skies had been moody on my visit to the cemetery but now they’re dark and are hanging heavy with rain. I drag my suitcase down the road looking for a taxi but I should have known I would never get one here. The Finn mansion isn’t located in just a
My hope hits rock bottom and for a moment I'm speechless. I summon my courage and ask in a stable tone, “What’s the matter, Mr B?”My college professors always said I had a way of asking direct questions, and it works here. My hand begins shaking as I listen to him.“Someone from Prime Realty called