[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]When I reach the Lawrence residence, I put my hand on my stomach and walk carefully.When I find Caden’s mom in the piano room, discussing something with one of the maids, I enter, sniffling.Caden’s mom looks up, her expression shifting from surprise to concern as she takes in my watery eyes and trembling lips.“Oh, Sasha! What’s wrong?” she asks, rushing toward me with genuine worry etched on her face.I swallow hard, fighting to keep my emotions in check. “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t mean to act like this. But I can’t stop myself. I’m so overwhelmed with these emotions these days that even the littlest things make me cry.”The older woman chuckles as she guides me to the sofa in the corner. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s absolutely normal.” She turns to face the maid. “Bring her some water and something to eat. Quick.”The maid rushes out of the room, nodding.I roll my eyes, but just when Caden’s mom looks back at me, I manage a sad smile. “I—I just had a really tough day,” I manage
[Caden]I pace outside Sasha’s hospital room, running a hand through my hair for the thousandth time.An hour ago, she had severe stomach pain, and I immediately rushed her to the hospital. Now, it’s been almost 40 minutes, and the doctor and nurses have been going in and out, and I have no fucking clue what’s going on in there.Every time I try to ask, they just breeze past me as if this doesn’t concern me at all.As if I’m invisible.Then again, maybe they’re not so wrong…My thoughts are disrupted when the doctor finally comes out and stops in front of me.“Mr. Lawrence, right?” he says, and I nod.He smiles. “We’ve done all the necessary check-ups, and everything seems fine. Your wife and baby are doing great.”My instincts scream at me to tell him that neither is she my wife, nor is the baby mine, but the promise I made to Mom makes all resistance vanish. I swallow what feels like my fucking pride and nod.“What about the pain? She was in a lot of pain a while ago. What was that?
[Caden]The second we walk out of the hospital, my phone rings.I pick up as I help Sasha into the backseat.“Yes?”“Oh gosh. Thank God you answered, sir. This is Betty, by the way. I called to let you know about something very important.”“I know it’s you, Betty,” I say, rolling my eyes as I close the door and nod at the driver. “What’s so important?”She stutters. “Right. Yes. Sorry. I know this isn’t the best time, but you need to come to the office right away. All the directors are here, and they look very concerned.”I frown. “Concerned about what? And all of them?”“Yes, all of them. And concerned because… wait. You haven’t seen the news? It’s practically everywhere.”That doesn’t sound right. “What’s everywhere? And for the love of God, if you asked me another question instead of explaining to me what’s happening, I’m going to fire your fucking ass, Adams. Hear that.”“Okay, okay! There’s been a fall…in the share market…I thought you already knew…”I stop and turn around, not f
[Vivienne]“Are you sure about this, Ms Richardson?” Marcus asks, looking simply as concerned as he sounds. “You just finished your monthly routine check-up, and it’s so hot today. Shouldn’t we be on our way back home? You need rest.”He’s right. I do feel tired. This pregnancy has me feeling all sorts of things and sometimes I can barely keep my eyes open. But I did promise Theo of this visit this weekend. He has been doing everything I tell him for the past few months, but the last few weeks have been especially hard, considering the product that we launched.During our last call, he could barely sit with his spine straight.I don’t blame him. He’s young, and I might be asking too much from him.Anyway, to cheer him up, I promised to have a surprise lunch with him.Ever since I told him that, he has been extra excited than his usual self.I can’t let him down now.I turn to face Marcus, smiling. “I’ll be fine. Just wait for my call. We might leave earlier than you think.”He nods. “
[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