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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]To my huge dismay, Sasha decides to ride the elevator with me.And you’d think she’d get the hint and stop pestering me with her sad excuse of a love life—especially since I made it clear how little I care—but no, she doesn’t. She keeps yapping, way too close to my ear.“Are you seriously going to act like you don’t care? That nothing I said bothered you, even a little?” she scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Well, if that’s true, maybe it’s for the best. It’s about time you accepted none of your pathetic little games to win Caden over was ever going to work. I mean, have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You’re not even that pretty. His dumb secretary looks way better than you.”I roll my eyes, waiting for my floor to arrive. It’s really not worth my health to engage with her toxic, desperate attempts to rile me up. Stay calm, I remind myself.“What? Cat got your tongue?” she laughs, smug. “Ha! I knew you were just pretending not to care. You’re still the
[Vivienne]The second I reach my floor, the first person I see is Theo—and he doesn’t look happy.“Who the hell was that?” he asks, frowning down at me.“Who was who?” I ask, glancing around.“That woman. The one on the phone. The one who took your phone away.”That’s when it clicks. He must have overheard the entire conversation after Sasha snatched my phone. I never disconnected the call.Oops.I shake my head, chuckling lightly.“Hey! It’s not funny. That woman sounded like a real piece of work. I need to know what happened.”“Of course, big man. But can we talk about this in your office? I’m exhausted, and my feet are killing me.”His expression softens slightly. “Yes, yes, of course. This way,” he says, moving his arm behind me to guide me to his office.Once inside, I settle onto the comfy couch while his assistant brings me some water.“Thanks,” I say, smiling at her. She returns the gesture with a soft grin.When Theo and I are finally alone, he sits across from me, arching a
[Astrid]I stare at the mess in my room.The shattered vase. The broken laptop. The pieces of other furniture overturned and out of place.But even with all this destruction, I feel nothing but rage.Pure, white rage. The kind that makes me want to rip someone’s throat out. Especially that of Vivienne. And her fucking son.I ball my fists, the veins in my hands popping as I fight to keep my control. But it's slipping, fast. I want to scream, to break every damn thing in sight until there’s nothing left. Until I feel something other than this boiling fury that’s choking me from the inside out.How dare she? How dare she take what’s mine? How dare she get so close to Caden? And go on that vacation with him?Did she learn nothing from the past? Is she not afraid that the way she’s going, she’s making an enemy out of me? Out of Astrid? Does she even know whom she’s messing with?I curl my fingers around the glass of water on the table, before tossing it away against the wall too.It shatt
[Vivienne]I have to say, Caden has a way of doing things that not only gets his work done, but also leaves the other party too confused yet satisfied for their own good.Now, I’m not saying that being shoved against the door and having his face so ridiculously close to mine is satisfying in some weird kind of way, but it surely is leaving me confused for sure.“What are you doing, Caden?” I cannot help but ask, finally able to find my voice after a minute of intimate staring and a confusingly beating heart.I know being jealous has always been Caden’s strongest streak, but I never thought he was jealous because of me. Not that I have deliberately tried to make him feel that way. Ever. It was always him, surrounded by Sasha and her dramatic ways, making me feel like a third wheel of sorts.I try to push him away, but he doesn’t dare budge. His dark eyes remain stuck on mine, his hands clasped around my waist.“Whatever you think.”I sigh, reminding myself once again how wrong everythi
[Caden]After spending almost the entire day at the clinic, when we return to our hotel suite, Ben and Axel drop dead the second their heads hit the pillow.Vivienne, on the other hand, excuses herself for a quick shower and a change of clothes, while I decide to do the same.However, before I pick out my clothes from the wardrobe, my phone starts to ring.Astrid’s name flashes on the screen, and I almost roll my eyes.Almost. Instead, I answer. “Speak.”"Are you serious, Caden?" she asks, so loudly that I have to pull the phone away from my ear a little."What's the matter?""What's the matter?" she repeats, as if she can't quite believe I asked her something so boldly. "What isn't the matter? When the hell were you going to tell me that you were going to Japan with that ex of yours? When, huh? Is this how you treat me now? Keeping me in the dark while having a vacation at some royal hotel suite?"I pinch the bridge of my nose, already feeling a headache brewing. "It's not a vacation
[Vivienne]Caden was right when he told me that Dr. Kaito is not just another doctor in a lab coat with a stethoscope looped around his neck.Oh, no. He’s so much more than that.To be honest, I have never seen a professional doctor quite like him.First of all, he’s not dressed like one.Secondly, he doesn’t talk like one either. No complicated medical words with him. No unnecessary attempt to appease us or assure us. And certainly not interested in the fact that Caden and I are among the richest people in the world.The moment we stepped into his cabin, his entire attention has been on Axel only.Which, of course, I’m glad for, but still. He really asked us nothing. Not his medical history. Not his symptoms. Not even his age, or how long he has been like this.The only thing I have done since we took seats on the couch across from his long desk is hold my breath and keep my mouth shut.Now, almost an hour has passed, and Dr. Kaito and Axel finally return their attention to us.Dr. K
[Vivienne]“Dr. Kaito will see you now,” the receptionist announced.I look up from my lap and glance around for the hundredth time.Ever since we walked into the building, I have been nervous as hell—and for all the right reasons, I would like to say.For the first time, Dr. Kaito will see Axel, and my son will get to know if he’ll ever get to see like normal kids out there. And that thought alone makes me feel all kinds of anxious. Never in my life have I been this nervous. My palms are sweating, my legs are shaking, and my throat feels dry beyond rationality. My brain is a complex mishmash of positivity and negativity. It’s not like I want to think of the worst, but my heart doesn’t know how to handle this situation without taking everything into account.I need to know how this meeting can go. I need to know so I will be ready for whatever the outcome might be.“Are you alright?” Caden’s familiar deep voice arrives from next to me. He’s probably wondering why I haven’t moved from
[Vivienne]Caden’s about to press his lips to mine, and I’m about to allow it, when something growls so loudly in the room, we both pause, turn stiff, and stare at each other for one long moment.Then, we both burst into laughter.Caden’s face dips into the crook of my neck while I feel embarrassed and giddy at the same time.The thing that growled?My stomach.Caden finally lifts his head, dark eyes crinkling with all the lightheartedness in the world. “You’re hungry.”“Yup,” I mumble, trying to look away but can’t. It’s as if I’m still in some kind of trance, and looking away will break it. “Did I forget to mention?”He shakes his head, and then, thankfully, gets up. Back on his feet, he helps me sit up and then runs a hand through his dark hair. “I’ll order something for you.”“It’s okay.” I try to stand up too, but he grabs me by the shoulders and gently pushes me back on the couch.“No. I’ll order. Just tell me what you need.”I could easily argue with him there, but something in
[Caden]I haven’t even told her everything yet, and I already feel like so much weight has been lifted off my shoulders.Makes me wonder: why didn’t I do it before? What was I waiting for? What worse could have happened if I had taken that kind of risk?But I can’t rebuff my fears either.It’s hard for me to accept—or confess—but my fears weren’t exactly baseless.When you’ve faced disappointment and betrayal so early in life, it makes you wary of trusting literally anyone—sometimes even your own judgment. And that’s what happened to us. Even though everything inside me approved of Vivienne and we ended up getting married, I still couldn’t get rid of this constant fear and suspicion that somehow she would betray me too—that she would leave me when I was at my lowest, and I’d be able to do nothing but hold myself responsible for letting another person get close to my heart.I’m about to question if my attempt to open up right now is even worth the effort when I finally look up and find
[Vivienne]“Why are you telling me this?”I don’t know how else to put my bafflement into words if not by being straightforward.No matter how difficult this man can be sometimes, I can’t deny that the man in front of me is known for his straightforwardness when it comes to business. His opinions on matters are never all over the place. Absolutely not. In fact, despite his aloof persona, he always has strong opinions about everything.Simply put, he’s not one to talk in circles, and right now, I plan to do the same.At first, he stays quiet, still sitting on the floor, picking at some invisible thread on my dress. His eyes are lowered, never meeting mine, as if he’s neither done nor ready to end this conversation.“I don’t know,” he says then, quietly as usual. “Maybe I think you should know. Or maybe because I’ve been keeping these things to myself for so long that now I can’t keep them in any longer. If I did, I might explode, and I don’t want that.”I don’t know what to say. Should
[Vivienne]I shouldn’t be having such thoughts right now.Especially when I’m engaged to someone else and the thoughts I’m having involve my ex-husband in the most outrageous manner.Like really. Why would I suddenly think of his lips on mine, his hands on the most secretive and sacred places of my body, and something absolutely unholy that has something to do with his mouth and my…Shit.This is probably the fever talking.Because as far as I know myself, I can’t be that horny for a man. And that too, for a man like Caden.The guy is literally and solely responsible for some of the worst years of my life. Not only did he embarrass me, disappoint me time and again, but he humiliated me whenever he got the chance. He broke my heart in the worst ways possible, even though he knew how terribly and deeply I was in love with him. He didn’t appreciate me when he had the chance, so why—why would my brain force such images into my head?Instead of these steamy encounters, my brain should put