[Vivienne]Rosita runs out of the room so fast, we all can’t help but laugh our butts off.Goodness, it feels like forever since I’ve laughed this hard.While Ro takes care of the call from Harvey and tries to explain herself or whatever, Ruby and her gang grab their stuff and get ready to leave.“So, it was great having a girls’ night out,” Ruby says, and each of the girls with her agrees, grinning widely.I shake my head, holding the door. “Is that what it was? A girls’ night out?”She shrugs. “Of course, what else could it be?”I know what she means, and I do my best to play along. “Well then, thank you for the good time. I had a lovely night.”“No problem, darling,” she winks, sliding her arm around Sunny’s shoulder. “We’ve got your back. Remember that.”“I will,” I say, knowing I won’t forget this. “Thank you, again.”Once they all leave, I head back inside, grinning to myself.Ruby and her gang are strange, but they have good hearts, and I suppose that’s all that matters.And th
[Caden]“I just got the call, sir. Mr. Halest has already made it to the restaurant. What should I tell them?” Betty asks.I glance at my wristwatch. It’s going to take at least fifteen minutes to get there. “Tell them I’m stuck in traffic. I’ll be there in twenty.”“Right, sir.”The call disconnects as the elevator doors open to the ground floor. I walk out of the building and head for my car, already waiting.But before I can reach it, a man steps into view, moving with all the time and grace in the world, leaning back against my car.My mood immediately sours, not that it’s been good to begin with.He folds his arms and smiles. “Long time no see, Caden. Did you miss me?”I stop in my tracks, staring him down. “It’s funny you think I have that kind of time.”He chuckles, ignoring the edge in my voice. “Oh, come on. A little time for friends and family? Only a heartless man would say that.”I don’t even have the energy to roll my eyes. “Take your crap somewhere else. I have somewhere
[Vivienne]“Oh, Vivienne, you’re finally home!” Mom welcomes me as soon as I walk through the door.I hug her, and she hugs me back. “Sorry, Mom. It took me a while. Life just got very hectic.”“You think I haven’t heard that before?” she pulls away, pouting. “Your father has used every kind of excuse in the book, sweetheart. Now, you don’t get to tell me the same.”I chuckle. “Okay, okay. Sorry. Happy now? I’ll try to drop by once a week from now on.”“It’s still not enough, but a good start nonetheless.”She finally smiles and leads me toward the dining room. “Come on now. We have so much to talk about. Let’s chat in the kitchen. I’m still not done with dinner.”I raise an eyebrow. “You’re making dinner? All by yourself?”She gives me a side-eye. “Just because I let the chefs handle most of the things around this house doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten my skills. I can still cook a decent dinner if I put my mind to it.”I feel bad for saying something like that. “Mom, that’s not what I me
[Vivienne]I don’t know what to say.Part of me wants to leap at the opportunity, to embrace the challenge and prove him right. But another part feels like it’s about to drown in the sheer enormity of it all.The truth is, I don’t want to disappoint him—not like I did when I chose Caden over everything he made me believe in.“Dad, can you give me some time? I promise I’ll think about it.”He smiles understandingly. “Of course, darling. Take all the time you want. Get back to me whenever you think you’re ready.”Just then, Justine, the maid, knocks on the door and calls us down for dinner. When we enter the dining room, I can see that Mom has outdone herself; the table is set with an elegant spread that looks almost too beautiful to eat.“Wow, Mom, this looks incredible,” I say, genuinely impressed.She beams at the compliment, her earlier mood swings seemingly forgotten. “Thank you, sweetheart! I thought we could celebrate your return home.”Dad pulls out my chair, and I take a seat.
[Vivienne]This time, when Harvey turns, it feels like I have his attention.But before I open my mouth again, and finish what I started, he holds me by the shoulders and kisses my forehead.“Look. I get it. And I know where you’re getting with this. But no. I really can’t do this right now. Emma is…she’s doing great. But she’s not like other kids. She needs special care and I can’t let some innocent woman—or any woman—get burdened by the needs of my child. It’s just not fair.”Tears prick my eyes for the reason that I don’t even know. It’s maybe my brother has a heart of gold and it shows. I love him so much for this. But is it really the truth or he’s just too scared to move on?“Why don’t you let her decide that? Ask her on a date or something. I’m sure if you talk—”“Like I said to Mom, Viv, I have a lot on my plate right now, and this is just not the right time,” he says, taking a step back and checking his phone. “I’ve got to go. Emma’s nanny is sick, and she wants to leave earl
[Vivienne]I laugh at that, trying hard to hide my actual thoughts. I grab a chair and shake my head when he offers me a drink. “I’m fine. Thank you.”“As you wish,” he smiles and then leans back in his chair. “So, the dinner went well, I heard?”I think hard about what he said, only to realize maybe it wasn’t that complicated in the first place. “Harvey told you?”He chuckles. “More like I caught him on the phone after he probably made his grand exit and had no choice but to endure his twenty-minute rant.”I wince, feeling bad for him. “Yeah. He was pretty mad.”“I can only imagine. Family dinners are like navigating a minefield sometimes, aren’t they?”“Exactly! One wrong step, and you’re blown to bits. But I think it’s just him trying to figure things out. He’s feeling the pressure.”“Pressure can be a double-edged sword,” he says thoughtfully. “It can either push you to new heights or leave you paralyzed with fear. Sometimes, it’s a matter of choosing which way to let it affect yo
[Vivienne]The elevator jerks to a halt, and the lights flicker before plunging us into total darkness.Elijah curses softly under his breath. “Well, this is just fantastic.”I blink, trying to adjust to the sudden blackness. “Did we just—?”“Yep,” he cuts me off, sounding calm despite the situation. “Elevator’s stuck. Don’t worry, it happens from time to time. Building’s old.”I can hear him moving, likely reaching for his phone. “Let me just call maintenance, and we’ll be out in no time.”“Great. Stuck in an elevator. Just what I needed today.”“Hey, if you’re going to get stuck in an elevator, at least you’re stuck with me. It could be worse.”I laugh, despite myself. “Always looking at the bright side, huh?”“Well,” he says, his voice moving closer, “I try to make the best out of bad situations. Keeps life interesting.”“You’re impossible.”He chuckles, and I hear him tapping away on his phone. “They’ll get us out soon. In the meantime, consider this a forced break. I bet you have
[Vivienne]I don’t breathe.My face is pressed against his chest, and I can feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, hear the strong, calm rhythm of his heart. It’s grounding, soothing even. It helps.I pull back slightly, but his arms remain firm around me, not too tight, just enough to keep me steady. “You sure you’re not secretly an action hero?” I murmur, trying to lighten the mood.He chuckles softly. “Sorry to disappoint, but no cape under here.” His hand grazes the back of my head, smoothing over my hair. “You okay?”I nod, though I’m not entirely sure if it’s for me or him. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… wasn’t expecting that.”“Me neither.” He glances up at the flickering lights. “But hey, look on the bright side. You finally got to see my catching skills. I’ve been trying to prove to you for so long that I played rugby before.”“Is that what this was? A demonstration of your athletic prowess?”“Absolutely,” he replies, his tone mock-serious. “Next time, I’ll have to show off
[Vivienne]I don’t know what else to do.The way he’s acting—so different from anything I’ve ever seen—I feel like the only way I’ll get through this is by getting the hell out of here.But there’s just one little problem.The way he insists on driving me home, I can’t shake the feeling that even if I reject his offer (which I already have, by the way), he won’t let it go. If my past experience with his stubbornness is any indication, he’s going to follow me. And if he doesn’t do it himself, he’ll hire someone to do it for him. He’s done it before—what’s to say he won’t do it again?And if I’m being honest, I’m not ready for him to know anything about me yet.There was a reason I moved to my grandparents’ place—to get through this pregnancy in peace.I glance at him now, his face etched with determination, and I feel a wave of frustration wash over my entire being. He’s not the same man I left behind—not completely, at least. There’s something softer in his expression, a crack in the
[Caden]Before I can even reach for her arm, she pushes her chair back and grabs her bag.“Are we done?” she asks, her tone distant, her gaze fixed anywhere but me. She doesn’t even want to look at me anymore.If this had been one of those times in the past—when things were easier, when she still loved me—I might have thrown a fit myself. I might have grabbed her arm, dragged her to the car, shoved her inside, and kissed her like she was the air I needed to breathe.Kiss her. God, it’s been so long since I felt her lips on mine. Too long. And who knows how long it’ll take me to convince her to come back home, to even give me a chance to touch her again. I’d do anything for her, but I know better now. I burned those bridges myself. I’ve been a jerk, an asshole, so utterly blind to her existence, that if it takes me an eternity to carve even the smallest fragment of love back into her heart, I’d deserve every second of that wait.But I don’t have that kind of time.I can’t let my child
[Caden]There’s so much I want to say—so many misunderstandings to clear.But I can tell she’s way too worked up to hear anything right now. If I even tried to explain anything, she’d probably blow a fuse.So, I do what I do best. I shut my mouth and keep it all in, reminding myself that the whole point of inviting her here is to have a calm and collected conversation—a meaningful one—and there’s no way I’m doing anything to make her think otherwise.When the hostess arrives, I release a relieved breath and lean back in my chair.“Let’s just order something. We can always continue this later.”For whatever reason, Vivienne looks at me as if I have lost it. Her big, brown eyes stare at me as if about to eat me alive. She mutters something under her breath, probably calling me names and all, before going back to the menu and ordering herself more than a few meals.After the hostess leaves, I turn to face her. “Are you going to be okay eating that much food?”She glares. “Do I look like
[Vivienne]I agree to ride with Caden, but not without having the biggest distance between us possible.We make it to the restaurant and he helps me out of the car.The restaurant is a little bit fancier than I imagined. It’s not some huge place, but still, it’s got a really nice vibe to it.As we enter the restaurant, there’s a short, plump woman in a suit standing there. Her blonde hair is pulled into a low bun and she smiles as we approach.“Welcome,” the woman greets, giving us a small bow.“Table for two,” Caden replies.“Yes, this way, please.”The hostess leads us to a table and pulls out the chair for me, which I accept gratefully.I take my seat, and Caden follows, the hostess handing us each a menu before leaving.“What do you want to have?” he asks, as if this is some normal, everyday thing for us, instead of him practically forcing me to come here.“Doesn’t matter.”“Come on. There must be something you like. Order anything you feel like. I promise I won’t judge.”He says
[Vivienne]“Look at that tiny hand, saying hi,” the doctor says with a smile, as we go through the anomaly scan of my baby.I can’t help but smile, the feeling so natural—so pure—my eyes almost water.“It’s beautiful,” I mumble to myself, looking at the screen. “Is the baby healthy?”The doctor shifts the probe slightly, the screen flickering with new images of my baby, who seems so small yet so full of life.“Yes, everything looks good so far,” the doctor replies, her tone reassuring. “The baby is developing perfectly.”Relief floods through me, and I exhale a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My hands instinctively rest on my belly, a silent connection to the tiny being growing inside me.“Do you want to know the gender?” she asks, her eyes kind.I hesitate for a moment, glancing at the screen. The idea of knowing feels both exciting and overwhelming, like unwrapping a gift too soon.“No,” I finally say, shaking my head. “I think I’ll wait. I want it to be a surprise.”The doct
[Sasha]“No!” she says stubbornly, her brows furrowing. “How can you even think about it? Absolutely not. You’re not bringing any harm to the child, Sasha. You just can’t. I know it’s hard right now, but that doesn’t mean you should do something so rash.”“I know you don’t want to hear it, but what choice do I have?” I choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t have any money left. So, instead of starving the baby to death, wouldn’t it be better if we just… let it go?”I cry harder, my tears soaking the sleeve of my shirt.Mrs. Lawrence gets up from the couch, pacing the hall as if trying to think of something.She turns to face me almost immediately. “Alright, here’s what I think.”
[Sasha]I can’t believe I’m back here.After everything this family has done to ignore me, to ensure I never received a single penny from them, I’m still here, hoping for some help.Never in my life did I think I’d be in a position where I’d have to beg for my next meal. But here I am, and it’s the only option I have left. After selling the company and using half of the money to pay off the loan shark, and the other half to cover Dad’s hospital bills and pay the overdue salaries of employees we’d kept waiting for years, it wasn’t surprising that I was left with absolutely nothing.It doesn’t help that my idiot brother, Arthur, is nowhere to be found. Ever since he was released from the hospital and learned what I had to do to get rid of the jerk he borrowed from, he’s completely disappeared.Damn it. If I see him next time, I swear to God, I’m going to kill him.“How long is this going to take?” I ask, standing up from the couch as I spot one of the maids of the Lawrence residence pas
[Vivienne]“Where are you? You were supposed to be here hours ago,” I say over the phone, carefully walking down the stairs per the doctor’s instructions during my last visit.“On my way, I swear. Just got caught up in a call and couldn’t put it off,” Rosita says huffing, and not at all sounding as if she’s in a car.I reach the end of the stairs, frowning. “Have you even left? Please be honest with me.”“Of course,” she says as a matter of fact, but then right after a moment, she blurts out. “Actually, no.”Before I even respond to that, she rushes to explain. “Before you get mad, just hear me out. I swear I was leaving, I was almost ready to leave the house, get into my car, and reach you, but then…then someone came over and it seemed like urgent. And I could have told you all about that but…but…but…”“Hey, hey, hey,” I laugh. “Calm down, Ro. You’re making me sound like some tyrannical friend or something. It’s fine, really. The only reason I asked you to come over is because you sa
[Caden]Since our last meeting at the courthouse, I decided to keep my distance from Vivienne.A few weeks have passed now, and I think it’s enough time and space she might have needed to get used to the new reality of our lives—the kind of reality where she sees me around more often. The kind of reality where she allows me to be there for her and our child.“Excuse me, sir,” Betty Adams—my assistant—pulls me out of my thoughts.I look up to find her standing at the door. “The meeting starts in five.”The meeting. Of course. My last task of the day. After this, I’ll be free to visit Vivienne.Speaking of which—I get up from my chair, reaching for my suit jacket. “Did you find Vivienne’s new address?”I hear footsteps behind me. “About that…”When it feels like she’s going to leave it at that, I turn around, frowning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“I mean, I tried, sir.”She must be out of her mind. “Well, clearly, you haven’t tried hard enough.”“But, sir—”“Leave it.”I walk past h