[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]My back stiffens at the familiar voice.I haven’t even turned around yet, and I already know whose mouth those words are coming out of.Irritation burns in my chest like never before.I turn around to face him head-on.“What are you doing here?”He doesn’t say anything right away. Just stares. As if trying to get comfortable in my space. He sits there on the couch like nothing can move him, as if he holds not even an ounce of guilt for walking into my place without permission.And I hate him even more for that.“I said, what are you doing here, Caden?”“What do you think?” he says, and I feel like I don’t have the patience for his nonsense.It hasn’t even been 24 hours since we last met, meaning his every word and action is still imprinted on my mind, fresh as ink.I fold my arms across my chest, glaring at him. “I think you’re in the wrong place. Get out.”He raises an eyebrow, not offended but definitely amused. “Bold words for someone like you, don’t you think?”Someone
[Vivienne]If I thought he looked annoyed earlier, now he looks full-blown furious.He moves so close to my face, I almost think he’s going to hurt me.But I don’t flinch or step away. I refuse to be intimidated. Sure, it takes everything in me to look into his eyes and not wince at the dangerous intensity of them, but I hold on.I’m a Richardson, I remind myself. I’m not his loyal, meek wife anymore. I don’t care what he thinks. I don’t care what he does. I don’t care about his opinion.The only thing that matters is my self-respect and dignity. And I won’t compromise it. Not tonight. Not ever.“You will not,” he growls in my face, his jaw grinding. “do that, Vivienne.”“Watch me,” I say, not backing down. “Caden.”His nostrils flare, and I can almost hear the snap of his patience breaking.But I stand firm. My heart pounds in my chest, but my gaze doesn’t waver.“You think this is a game, don’t you?” he says quietly, his voice deep. “You think you can act like you don’t care, and I’
[Vivienne]Money. Money. Money.That’s all he cares about. That’s everything he cares about.I know I’ve already regretted this a million times before, but thinking about what just happened makes my blood fucking boil.What the hell does he think of himself?What does he—No, no, no, no, no. I’m not getting sucked into that same toxic cycle again. I won’t.As soon as he walks out the door, I call Marcus.He picks up right away, like he always does. “Yes, Ms. Richardson. Is everything alright?”I look around the place, curling my fingers into a tight fist. I shove the tears off my face and take a deep breath. “Prepare the car, Marcus. We’re leaving.”He doesn’t ask unnecessary questions. “I’ll be there in five.”I pack what I need as quickly as I can and storm out of the building.By the time I stand next to the guard at the entrance, Marcus is already there, ready to help me with the small bag I’ve packed.He tosses the bag in the trunk and opens the door for me.“Where to, madam?” he
[Vivienne]During the four-hour drive to the estate, I don’t dare fall asleep.I can’t.Caden’s words keep ringing in my ears…One: We reconcile, get married again, and raise the kid together.Two: We don’t get married again but share equal custody of the child.Three: You say your damn price and give up all the rights of this baby over to me, and we forget we even made this mistake together.Mistake. That’s what he called it.Price. That’s what he thought would be enough for him to get what he wanted.Fucking bastard.I hate him so much. I don’t think I could ever feel anything for him now except this deep, dark, disgusting hatred. I want to scream, punch something—anything—to release the tension building up in my chest.But I just sit there. Silent. Boiling.Marcus glances at me in the rearview mirror, but he doesn’t say a word. Smart. There’s nothing he could say that would help anyway.The familiar roads of the estate come into view, and I finally have something else to focus on.
One Week Later[Caden]“What the hell is this?” I hear myself roar on what should’ve been a normal Monday morning.Why? Because the first thing I see on my desk is a court order, restraining me from being anywhere near my ex-wife. “Is this some kind of joke?”Betty Adams, my assistant, looks more anxious than usual. She nervously pushes her thick-rimmed glasses up her nose and clasps her hands tightly in front of her. “I don’t think so, sir. I’ve already sent a copy to the legal department. Hopefully, they’ll be able to give us more information soon.”I slam the paper down on my desk. “How the hell did this happen without me even knowing?”Betty flinches slightly. “It must have been filed under emergency provisions. These types of orders can be fast-tracked, especially if there’s a claim of imminent danger or threat.”“Imminent danger?” I scoff. “She thinks I’m a threat to her?”She can’t be serious about this. Who the hell even gives her such stupid advice? First, she becomes hellbent
Another Week Later[Vivienne]I look at my small bump in the mirror, my chest flooding with happiness that can’t be measured.“Look at you, growing inside Mommy. Soon you’re going to make me look like an elephant, and you know what? I don’t even care. I just want you to be healthy, happy, and perfect.”A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts. I step away from the mirror and walk back to the bed.“Yes, come in.”One of the maids appears. “Mr. Walter and Mr. Yardley are here to see you.”I nod, remembering the meeting with the two of them.“Take them to the office. I’ll be there in a few minutes.”“Yes, ma’am.”After a quick glance in the mirror to ensure I look presentable, I make my way to the office. When I enter, I find Elijah and Theo (Theodore Yardley, one of my second cousins) seated at the long mahogany table, deep in conversation. They look up as I walk in, and I can see the mixture of respect and concern in their eyes.“Thank you for coming,” I greet them and take a se
[A Month Later][Sasha]“What do you mean it’s declined? Try again.”I huff out, annoyed. Check my phone and across through my feeds.But the woman behind the billing counter clears her throat again, and I feel like I want to die right now.I snap my gaze at her. “What?”She looks pathetic. “I deeply apologize for the inconvenience, ma’am, but your card got declined again. Maybe you should see if something is wrong on your end?”What the hell is that supposed to mean? That I’m poor?I frown. “There’s nothing wrong on my end. Just try it again.”She hesitates, then swipes my card for a third time.I feel the eyes of the other customers on me, and something about them picks up my pulse, burning under my skin. My fingers tap impatiently on the counter, trying to distract myself from the sinking feeling in my stomach.The machine beeps. The woman looks up, sympathy practically dripping from her expression. “I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s still declined.”I snatch the card back, my face burning. “
[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
[Vivienne]I can’t believe he’s here.But why?“Hey,” I manage, even though his unexpected appearance has completely thrown me off. “Long time no see.”“You don’t say,” he replies, placing the glass of water on the table in front of me when I make no move to take it. I might have zoned out for a second there. “So, how have you been? And may I just add—you’re a very hard person to find.”I smile faintly. That’s exactly what I’ve been aiming for since moving to my grandparents’ home in the hills. “Maybe that’s the point. I like my life quieter these days, away from all the chaos.”“I get it,” he says with a soft chuckle, his expression neither offended nor prying. “For a while, I thought it was me who chased you away, you know—with all those talks about faking an engagement and everything.”Oh. Right. I almost forgot about that. The proposal he made—the arrangement he thought would make his mother happy.Too bad I had far more pressing problems to deal with at the time.“Trust me, it wa
[Vivienne]“Are you sure you want to attend this event?” Harvey asks as I walk into my walk-in wardrobe, trying to pick an appropriate evening gown for the night.“Of course, I’m sure. I wouldn’t have asked you to accompany me if I wasn’t,” I shrug, leaning towards a stunning black dress but quickly getting distracted by a shimmery white gown with a sexy slit.“That, I understand. But considering your health…”“I’m fine, Harvey,” I roll my eyes. It’s been two months since that night when I rushed myself to the hospital after spotting blood on my sheets. “According to my doctor, I’m well past the risk phase, and I can start getting back to my daily routine.”“But still,” he says, sounding as if he still has doubts.Look, I know he cares. He’s my big brother, after all. I’ve known about his possessiveness for a very long time. But the reason I don’t want to spend my days sitting like a duck at home is that I’ve started to get terribly bored.Besides, tonight’s event is kind of special.
[Sasha]“What the hell is this place?” Dad fumes, glancing around the cramped, one-room apartment I brought him to straight from the hospital.“It’s…” I glance around myself, wrinkling my nose at the awful smell wafting in from the nearby window. “…something.”“Sasha,” Mom calls out, drawing my attention. Her voice holds a mix of confusion and concern. “What is this? Why aren’t we home?”“Mom, there’s something you should know,” I begin, feeling beads of sweat forming on my forehead and trickling down my back. I turn to Dad, bracing myself. “Remember the loan Arthur took from that loan shark?”“Of course, I do. How could I forget the biggest disappointment of my life?” he huffs, walking over to the old, sagging couch in the corner. He pauses before sitting down, noticing the thick layer of dust covering it, and chooses to stand instead. “What I don’t understand is—what are we doing here? Didn’t you hear what the doctor said? I need rest. I need to be home. And this place is far from i
[Caden]“Congratulations, Mr. Lawrence. You got what you wanted.” My advocate—Atlas Norman—extends his hand for a handshake. “Despite my better judgment, of course.”I return the handshake, albeit a little reluctantly. “You say that as if I ruined your fun.”“Well, you did. Especially since I enjoy a good challenge. But either way, my client’s satisfaction is what matters most. So, I’m glad I could be of service.”I have a strong urge to roll my eyes but manage to keep my composure. “Thanks for your efforts.”“All my pleasure. Now that the restraining order has been lifted, you need to be very careful with how you conduct yourself, Mr. Lawrence. As the judge mentioned, all eyes will be on you, and if you mistreat your ex-wife or the unborn child in any way, the order could be reinstated. From this point on, it’s about walking on eggshells. I hope you’ll remember that.”Of course, I do. That’s all I can think about—how not to screw this up.I might not have been the best husband a woma
[Vivienne]I answer the call—it’s Elijah.“Hey,” I say, watching Theo get up and resume pacing back and forth across the room.“Hey. How are you now?”“Much better. In fact, I’m just waiting for my discharge papers.”“That’s good to hear, Vivienne. I’ll come by to visit as soon as I can.”“Sure.” But something about his tone feels off. “Is everything okay? You sound… serious.”Elijah exhales, his tone growing heavier. “I won’t lie to you. I just got word from your ex-husband’s attorney.”The mention of Caden makes my throat go dry. Why is he suddenly everywhere today? Why can’t he just leave me alone?I shake my head, trying to dispel the rising anxiety. “What the hell is he up to now?”“Nothing good, if I’m being honest.”“Just tell me already.”“They’re preparing to file a motion to contest the restraining order.”“He’s doing what?” Did I just hear that right? Is Caden out of his mind? Why would he fight something he never cared about in the first place? What’s his goal here? A sudde
[Vivienne]“Ms. Sinclair?”I snap back into focus, realizing I’ve zoned out again.Damn it. Why am I thinking about him again? What is there to even think about? He broke my heart, shattered my life, and yet, here I am—wondering what else I could’ve said, what more I could’ve done, just to get some reaction out of him.I shake my head, trying to pull myself out of this vicious spiral. It’s the same toxic loop I always fell into when we were married—constantly questioning myself. What could I have done differently? What could I have said better? Anything that might’ve made him stay a little longer, look at me with more than passing interest, spend more than just a fleeting part of his day with me. Anything that might’ve made him care for me like a real husband, like someone who actually loved his wife.But no. I can’t let myself fall back into that labyrinth of false hope and endless what-ifs. Not again.Taking a steadying breath, I force a smile for the doctor, doing my best to seem c