[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
[Sasha]“This is taking too long,” Arthur—my brother—groans, running a hand through his hair. “I have places to be. I can’t waste my whole day in this shit.”I roll my eyes. “I have been coming over here for five days and you can’t survive a few hours? God, dad’s right. You’re too dumb to understand how important this is.”Calling him dumb gets me the reaction I want from him. He looks pissed once again. “Call me that again and I’ll show you who’s actually dumb here. God knows whose child you have in there. But that didn’t stop you from running to that asshole for help.”“Oh, please!” I growl under my breath, my patience snapping like a tight wire. Now he’s turning his temper on me, and that’s not going to fly. “At least I’m doing SOMETHING to help the family. What the hell have you done? Nothing but party, drink, and screw around like you’re living in some reality TV show. Do you even know what day it is? Or are you too busy chasing tail to notice how close we are to losing everythin
[Sasha]As soon as we take our seats, I start to speak.However, before I even get my first word out, Mr. Yardley holds up his hand and cuts me off.“Wait. I’m waiting for someone. Let them get here first.”I look at my brother, who does the same, exchanging confused glances. Who else could be needed while we discuss this matter between our companies?My curiosity gets the best of me. “May I know who we are waiting for?”Mr. Yardley gives me an unimpressed look. “Someone who matters to me. Any more questions?”I do, but after hearing his tone, I decide it would be in our favor to go along with him. He’s the one in the dominant position right now. And if I can suck up to that idiot Lawrence family for as many years as I have, I can do this too.All I have to do is keep calm and make sure he hears me out.Next to me, Arthur groans under his breath, his fingers tightening around the armrest. I know what he’s doing. He’s getting more and more pissed. And it’s understandable. He’s not used
[Sasha]My mouth hangs open. I don’t know what to say.She’s not wrong to point out that we got the biggest loan, but most of it my family ended up spending on personal bills. Ever since then, we’ve only been paying our employees a quarter of what we promised. Because of this, many of them ended up resigning. But Dad didn’t mind. He figured the fewer mouths to feed, the better.I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Well, our business was also hit the hardest, which explains the biggest loan,” I try to reason, cursing this bitch to the moon and back.Mr. Yardley sighs. “All I’m hearing is an excuse, Ms. Clarkson. Do you have something else to say?”Vivienne stands there like she couldn’t be enjoying this more.Or maybe it’s all in my head. But I can’t help it. I hate that she’s here, holding the fate of my family in her hands. All because this man doesn’t seem to have a mind of his own; he seems too dependent on her opinion.I try to think. “It’s not an excuse, Mr. Yardley. It’s the truth
[Vivienne]I watch with a quiet smile as Sasha glances at the door—where her brother has already stormed out of the cabin—probably hoping he’ll return miraculously. Then, she looks back at me, her gaze turning into a glare.For a moment, I’m almost certain she’s about to say something bitter or drop the poor-me act. But then her eyes shift to the young man beside me, and she presses her lips together tightly.After a long moment of silence, she spins on her heels and heads for the door.But I was right—she still has something to say.Halfway there, she stops, turns, and glares again.“You know what? This is not fair!”“Excuse me?” Theo sounds just as confused as he looks.“This. What just happened. It’s not fair.”“That’s not for you to decide, Miss. We’ve been more than fair, and you know it.”“I know, but…” She hesitates, suddenly at a loss. “I just know that…if she weren’t here, this meeting would have gone differently. She’s the reason for my family’s humiliation today. Everything
[Sasha]“What? Nothing to say for yourself?” I sneer, savoring the look on her face. “God, Vivienne. You’re so shameless. How do you even live with yourself? Aren’t you tired of lying, deceiving, and tricking your way through life? When will you learn some goddamn dignity?”She tilts her head to the side, as if nothing I said bothered her in the slightest. As if she’s somehow above all this. But she’s not. She’s just pretending not to care, probably because that’s all she can do to deny the truth. But I’m not lying, am I? That’s why she has nothing to say. I’ve finally shut her up for good.Mr. Yardley, however, doesn’t look very happy. And he shouldn’t be. That’s the whole point, right? He needs to know the truth, and as Daddy says, the truth always hurts.He must have trusted her too much to feel anything but betrayed.He leans forward on the table and glares. When he opens his mouth, his words are calm yet restrained. “Thank you, Ms. Clarkson. You’ve finally opened my eyes to just
[Sasha]When we get to the hospital, one of Arthur’s friends leads us to his room. I glance around, barely able to believe that the idiot ended up in this outrageously expensive hospital. Can we even afford treatment here?I just hope he’s only here for a few hours, or Dad might have a heart attack himself.“What happened? Tell us everything,” Mom asks Arthur’s friend, whose name I’m struggling to remember. Dan? Danny? Dane?Whatever, let’s go with Dane.Dane sighs, rubbing his face like he’s exhausted. “Uh…like I told you. He got beat up. That’s it.”Wow. Thanks for the insight. I roll my eyes.“Who beat him up? And why?” I ask, irritated that he can’t get to the point.We get into the elevator, and Dane’s already sweating bullets. “Just…some guys. I don’t know. They looked like they could take down anyone.”“So, they just picked Arthur out of nowhere and decided he’d be the punching bag today?” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.Mom shoots me a death glare while Dad looks like h
[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