For anyone, not liking the direction of the story, let me just assure you that I have this whole thing figured out. There's a big twist coming up, which I'm sure some of you must have already figured out. Either way, don't be too soon to judge the characters. They all have something to hide and for a very good reason too :)
[Vivienne]After our flight back to New York, I spent the next three days doing nothing but staying at home.My pregnancy has been re-confirmed, and now I need to figure out what to do next.Should I tell Caden about this?I mean, it’s not like he’d care. He never wanted a baby in the first place. He made that pretty clear whenever I tried to convince him to have sex without protection.Back then, I used to think maybe he just didn’t like babies. I mean, some people don’t, and I tried to understand. But if only I had known the whole truth. It’s not that Caden doesn’t like babies—he just didn’t want to have them with me.After all, he did not wait to get that Sasha pregnant.I roll my eyes and try to focus back on the show playing on TV. But nothing seems interesting—not when I’m aware of everything happening inside me right now.I wrap my arms around my stomach and smile. “We’re gonna be fine. Don’t you worry about anything, okay? Just focus on growing so Mumma can see you soon.”The d
[Vivienne]The very next morning, I go to see my brother at his office.But the moment I tell him the reason for my visit, he frowns, hard.“You want to resign?” he asks, not quite able to believe it—well, probably.Maybe because this whole “working as a normal employee under him” was my idea in the first place. But I had my reasons. Before this, I didn’t have any job experience. And Dad always said that unless a person knows how to do the smallest tasks, they can never be a good boss.Since childhood, I admired the wisdom he imparted to both Harvey and me whenever he got the chance. In fact, before joining our business directly as president, Harvey worked in various lower positions until he earned the respect and admiration of his coworkers. I wanted to do something like that too. Earn the respect of my people.But turns out I don’t have that kind of time.Now that I’m pregnant, I need to have a solid foundation beneath me just as much as I need to be independent—enough to not only gi
[Vivienne]He’s probably right.But Harvey’s experience is completely different from mine. His ex-girlfriend wasn’t exactly a monster like my ex. They parted ways because they both thought it was best for them. Caden and I are divorced because he’s an asshole, a cheater, and a man who could never take my side, no matter the circumstances.Does he even deserve to be a father? That’s the question I’m most worried about. Would he even care?“Hey?” Harvey snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Where did you go?”I snap out of my thoughts. “Sorry. Where were we?”“Nowhere,” he chuckles, then stands up, adjusting his tie. “Well, I suppose a celebration is in order. Do Mom and Dad know? You must obviously tell them, right?”I shrug. “Well, I have plans.”He shakes his head, laughing. “You and your plans. Anyway, what’s next? Is resigning and starting anew the only thing you came to tell me about?”I lean forward, finally rolling my shoulders because now we’re talking business. “Not exactly.
[Vivienne]Kim’s eyes widen. “Right now? Shit!”She rushes out of her office so quickly that I wonder if it’s only going to take an hour before she confesses everything. Well, the sooner, the better.I take a deep breath and head back to my desk, only to bump into Claire the moment I step out of Kim’s office.Well, that’s weird. It’s almost like she was trying to overhear us. Was she?“Hey, Vivienne. I was just… you know… I mean,” she laughs awkwardly. “I… I came to ask Kim about something. Is she in the office? You know what? No worries. I can talk to her some other time. She seems busy.”I tilt my head to the side, finding it hard to believe her odd act of being nice to me. This woman has never been nice to me. If anything, she’s been jealous and a total bitch most days. “Sure,” I say, walking past her and heading to Harvey’s office.That’s where I told him I would be, waiting for everything to unfold.I make a few calls while we wait: one to Rosita, reminding her that we’re meeting
[Vivienne]I put down the phone and frown, staring at my lap.Claire? Claire is the one leaking designs to the rival company?I mean, I’m not surprised, but I was sure it was Kim. Harvey was too. So how did she turn out to be innocent? Why did she destroy my designs if she isn’t working for someone else?My head aches with all these unanswered questions. I can’t make sense of Kim’s strange behavior.Maybe that’s why, when she returns to the break room to check on me, I can’t help but confront her right away.“Why did you do it?” I ask. Now that the pain has dulled, I feel able to focus again, though I don’t dare stand. I still feel shaken from the whole ordeal. “Why did you destroy my designs that day?”My words catch Kim off guard. She stops dead in her tracks, her hands coming to a complete stop, as she gazes at me with a mix of surprise and bewilderment. The way she looks away makes me suspect she knows exactly what I’m talking about.“What… what do you mean?” Her gaze shifts to th
[Vivienne]Not sure if I should believe Kim or not, but I let it go for the time being.If she genuinely felt threatened by me because she has feelings for my brother, maybe I shouldn’t judge her too harshly for acting on impulse.I mean, nothing she says could ever justify what she did, but if anyone understands how foolish and unreasonable love can make a person, it’s me.I left my whole life behind when I fell in love with Caden. I left my family, my friends, my career—everything. The only person I wanted to make happy was him; my whole life revolved around him. But maybe he never loved me the way I loved him. Because if he did, he wouldn’t have broken my heart the way he did. Anyway, before I left to see Harvey, I made sure to let Kim know that I’d keep quiet for now, but if she ever pulled something like that again, she wouldn’t get another chance. Kim seemed to understand, and without another word, she left.Now that I was feeling a bit better, I went to see my brother.“I coul
[Vivienne]I leave Harvey’s office and take the elevator downstairs.But just when the doors are about to close, Lola Ramírez, the new store manager for the showroom on the first and second floors, rushes in, her breath ragged.I’ve seen her many times before. She was hired after the last manager was fired during my first visit to Harvey’s company. The only one who dared to accuse me of stealing when, in reality, he was the one stealing from the company.“Sorry,” she pants, pressing the button for the first floor. “Emergency.”I frown, unable to help myself. “What kind of emergency?”Lola takes a minute to catch her breath before responding. “Oh, it’s a long story. You don’t have to worry about it.”“Of course,” I nod and catch her reflection in the mirrored wall. She looks anxious as hell. “Still, wanna talk about it? Maybe I can help?”“Nah—well, okay, sure. Maybe you have a different perspective on this. Alright, fine,” she turns to face me. “So, since last week, there have been so
[Vivienne]I call Rosita right away.She picks up on the first ring.“Hey, Viv. You okay, right?” she says hurriedly, as if she’s been waiting anxiously for the answer.“I am. What’s going on with you? What’s with the cryptic text? Is everything okay?”“Uh… I don’t know how to say this,” she sounds stressed. “Why don’t you come to my office so we can talk about it?”“Ro, you’re scaring me now. Just tell me what’s going on.”“I want to. But I probably shouldn’t. Just get here, and we can talk all about it.”“Ro—”“Please, Viv. Just listen to me this once. I promise I have a very good reason.”I take a deep breath and decide to trust her. “Fine. I’ll be there as soon as possible.”The drive to Rosita’s store is nerve-wracking. The knots in my stomach keep tightening and tightening. The moment Marcus pulls over in front of her store, I’m out of the car like a shot, eager to make sure she’s alright.When I reach the front desk, Gigi guides me to Rosita’s office. I open the glass door and
[Vivienne]My feet come to a halt, and I freeze where I am.Did I just… hear that?I can’t even be sure. There’s so much going on in my head that if someone told me I was hallucinating, I wouldn’t even be surprised.The only difference? It doesn’t seem like I am.I know I heard that. And I know, I know that voice.I turn around, brows furrowed, and take another moment just to look at the woman on the bed.“Did you say something?” I ask, slowly walking back to her, curious as to how the hell she knows my name.But the woman is silent once again, the lines on the screen making no different patterns.Maybe I did hallucinate that…I shake my head, ready to leave, when, from the corner of my eye, I notice a small movement of her hand.Her fingers—trying to lift, trying to say something.I move closer to her bed.“Hey.” I reach for her hand, hoping to calm her down. “You’re okay. It’s all going to be okay.”I don’t know if the words coming out of my mouth right now are true or a lie, but sh
[Vivienne]The nurse leads me to the operating theater first but asks me to wait outside.My hands shake as I stare at the door, wondering how Harvey must be doing.How the hell did he get into an accident? Who was the woman with him? Why did he skip work? And what the hell was he doing on the west side of the city? We don’t even have any offices there.That area is basically filled with schools, colleges, and other educational institutes."If you need anything else, I’ll be at the reception," the nurse says, ready to leave and get back to her work.I don’t let her, though.I speak before she can even turn. "How long is it going to take?"She understands what I mean by it—she must face situations like this every day. "Nothing can be said for sure right now. And I understand that waiting feels difficult, especially when your brother is in there. But trust me, the best thing you can do right now is let the doctors do their job. They will tell you everything once they’re done treating yo
I decide to pick up my things from Harvey’s place and head back to our grandparents’ house.It’s the only place where I can think clearly and have some peace to myself.God knows I need a moment to just breathe.So much has happened in a single day—my body and brain both need a well-earned break.When I arrive at his place, Mimi still hasn’t returned from school.Good. Because if she had tried to stop me one more time with those big, adorable eyes, I probably would have changed my mind. That girl has some serious charm. No wonder Harvey can’t resist any of her demands—same goes for my parents.Dad once told me that when he took her to his office—back before he retired—she demanded to play loud pony-themed music and made everyone dance, as if the entire company had thrown a party just for her.Easy to say, the employees couldn’t have asked for a better break—or a better boss.Anyway, I grab my stuff and get back into the car, making sure to leave a text for Harvey so he knows my unexpec
[Vivienne]Once I’m far enough that Avery’s screaming fades into the background, I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself.God knows what’s up with these Lawrences lately. Have they all sworn to make my life hell? To never let me have a moment of peace?I shake my head and push some loose dark curls out of my face.When I return to the table, I find Theo sitting alone.And my anger flares all over again.How could he do this to me? Out of all the women he could have dated, he chose her—the sister of my ex-husband? Did he have no respect for me? Did I not tell him what that family did to me?How could he ignore all of that and fall for a girl who is neither right for him nor anything like him?She’s just like her mother. Like Sasha. Evil. Pure evil.I still remember the day she threw that scorching coffee in my face at the café…Anyway, I take a deep breath and make my way to the table.Theo sees me approaching, and before I can say a word, he stands up, hands braced against the tab
I stare at her, unsure whether to laugh in her face or take her seriously.“End me?” I tip my head to the side, pushing her off me at the same time. “Do you hear yourself? You sound unhinged.”“You think I’m joking?”“Nah, more like you’re trying to be something you’re not.”“You think I can’t hurt you?”I roll my eyes. “Oh, please. You? Hurt me? Avery, you’re a spoiled little brat from a family of professional liars and melodramatic wannabe royals. The only thing you’ve ever ‘ended’ is a shopping spree when Daddy cut you off. So, forgive me if I find it absolutely hilarious that you think you’re some kind of threat.”Avery’s mouth drops open.She probably didn’t expect me to say something like that.I’m not surprised. I was never this sassy in front of Caden’s family. I was good, loyal, and completely dedicated. But instead of appreciating any of it, they always assumed the worst of me.And—shockingly—they still do.Anyway, now that she has nothing to say, I turn to finally get the h
[Vivienne]Avery looks just as surprised to see me.Her eyes widen, and she jolts to her feet, her face slowly turning pale.Theo probably notices her odd reaction, but before he can say anything, Avery quickly grabs my arm and giggles over her shoulder.“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for someone to arrive. I desperately need a lady’s help. Be right back!”And with that bizarre excuse, she drags me to the bathroom, shuts the door, and spins to face me—a crown of sweat already glistening on her forehead.“What the fuck are you doing here?” she snaps, glaring at me with those little brown eyes of hers.I raise a brow. “I could ask you the same question, couldn’t I?”“Oh, shut up!”“If that’s what you want.” I turn to leave. If she wants me to shut up, then I’d rather spend my time elsewhere.But of course, she doesn’t let me.She grabs my arm and yanks me back around—hard this time.I hiss and wrench myself free. “Are you crazy? You’re hurting me.”Instead of looking guilt
[Vivienne]When I reach the office building—invited by none other than Theo—I take the elevator to his office.His assistant meets me halfway and leads me inside.Surprisingly, the room is empty.“Sir is stuck in a meeting, but he assured me he’ll be joining you soon. Can I get you anything in the meantime? Juice, coffee, or something to eat?” the assistant asks courteously, a gentle smile on her pretty face.“Just water. Thanks.”She nods and steps out, leaving me alone.I take a deep breath and sink onto the sofa across the room—the only spot where my aching back might find some relief.Just then, I feel a small kick against the side of my swollen belly—a gentle reminder that my little one has started to move.I smile.It’s a feeling I can’t quite put into words.The baby kicks started a few days ago, and God knows I’ve been dying to talk to someone about it. Maybe that’s why I wanted to invite Rosita over or visit Mom—just to share this beautiful news with her.But then Caden showe
[Rosita]I don’t like surprises.Not when they keep me this on edge.Ever since we left my office, Harvey has been as silent as ever. He insisted on driving himself, and when I asked where he was taking me, he told me to have some patience.Well, it seems I don’t have the energy for patience either.“Are you sure you’re not about to push me off a cliff or something?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest and gazing at the scenery passing by outside the window.I hear him scoff out a small chuckle, the corner of his lips curving ever so slightly. “You have a bizarre sense of humor, you know that?”“You say that like it’s news to you,” I steal a glance at him—his hands gripping the wheel, his gaze steady on the road ahead. He’s always so composed, so frustratingly unreadable.I huff and lean back in my seat. “Are you planning to keep me in suspense forever, or are you actually going to tell me where the hell we’re going?”“Relax, Rosita. We’re almost there.”I don’t like that answer. I
[Caden]I walk out of the mansion and reach my car, already parked in the driveway.But I don’t get inside and move on with my day.No. I stop just before getting in and slam my fist against the roof of the car.Damn it! So close. I was so damn close to telling her everything. If only she had given me a chance.But can I really blame her? Is it really her fault for not giving me a chance now?The answer is no. I can’t blame her, and she isn’t at fault. I’ve wronged her in too many ways for her to believe that this time, when I speak to her, it comes straight from my heart. My words. My effort. My care.But does that mean I should just… give up?Absolutely not.I turn to face the mansion I just walked out of and mumble to myself,“You think I don’t want the child. But you couldn’t be more wrong. I have never wanted anything more in my life. But I have my reasons for holding back. I have a reason for not wanting to pass on my disabilities to our child—to keep them from suffering the sam