[Vivienne]
After bathing and changing Axel into a fresh pair of clothes, I ask Anna to take him downstairs.
Meanwhile, I repeat the same process for myself—taking a quick shower and changing into something that doesn’t reek of the office and the stress that comes with it.
I check my emails on my phone and get ready to head downstairs for dinner.
But just as I’m about to leave, my gaze falls on the package Anna mentioned.
I set my phone aside and check the return address.
Not a company I’ve ever heard of.
“Hmm… now, where the hell are you from?” I mutter, opening the box and checking the contents inside.
Only to find another box inside—but not the same boring brown one. This one is white, with a little pink bow on top.
Strange. I don’t recall ordering anything in the last few days.
Frowning, I take the white box out an
[Vivienne]Somehow, Rosita manages to convince me to attend the infamous masquerade ball.And God knows, after cutting myself off from this world of parties and social events, making a comeback like this feels weirdly uncomfortable as fuck.Anyway, I take a deep breath, giving myself a little TED Talk—just go in there and have some, I don’t know… fun?I shake my head and turn to the driver. “Stay close. I have a feeling I might be back early.”Stepping out of the car, I look up at the massive Oriental building.I’ve attended a few galas here before—by before, I mean back when I was in my teens, dragged along by my parents. But looking at it now, it feels like a different world entirely.Clutching the invitation, I move toward the entrance.The moment I step inside, the atmosphere swallows me whole.Velvet drapes, gilded walls, and the shimmer of crystal masks catching the light—everything screams wealth and secrecy.Masked guests drift past in elaborate gowns and tailored suits, their
[Vivienne]Alexander’s lips brush against mine in a brief kiss.“You look beautiful, my love,” he whispers close to my ear, sending another shiver down my spine.And though I do my best to embrace his affection, like every other time, something feels… amiss.I pull back, not wanting him to see the war between my heart and my head when it comes to him.“You didn’t tell me you’d be here.” I put my mask back on. “I could have joined you.”“Sure, but then I would have missed that look of relief on your face, wouldn’t I?”I shake my head. “Do you have to be such a jerk? Do you have any idea how hard it was for me just to walk through that door?”“I know, darling,” he says, tucking a dark strand of my hair behind my ear. “That’s why your best friend and I decided you needed to do it alone—for your self-confidence.”“Of course, Rosita i
[Vivienne]If there’s one thing you should know about Alexander, it’s that it’s very hard to say no to him.So, of course, we end up on the dance floor, where a dozen couples are already swaying to the soft music that’s playing.“By the way, I’m glad you decided to wear the dress. I was almost sure you’ll choose to wear something more…simple.”My brows furrow at the realization and stop dancing. “Wait. You sent the dress?”He smirks. “Who else do you think wants you to look the prettiest?”I’m confused. “But I thought it was…Rosita. Wasn’t she?”He nods but pulls me closer, guiding me back into the slow dance. “She came up with the idea, yes. But this is the first event you’re attending after all these years—I had to make it special.”I arch a brow. “So, you bought the most expensive dress… just to impress me?”He laughs lightly. “You say it like it makes me look insane.”I smirk. “Well, if the shoe fits…”“Ah, but wouldn’t that make you the woman engaged to an insane man?”“Hmm. You
[Caden]“Oh, come on, darling, you can’t just frown your way through the night,” Astrid pouts, clinging to my arm as if she can’t resist touching me—even though I’ve told her countless times to keep her distance.Not that she ever listens.And not that I can always argue.Why? Because she’s the one person who swore to fix me after what happened five years ago.She promised that if I did as she told me, I would forget about my dead child and the ex-wife who does everything in her power to keep me at a distance.It’s not like I didn’t try after the accident. I tried to contact her—to see her, to ask her about the incident, to share in the pain of losing a child because I was going through the same. But no matter how hard I tried, she was always just out of reach.It didn’t help that she turned out to be the only daughter of the Richardson family.The one family that was so much bigger than my own.I had always assumed she left her family for me because they couldn’t fulfill her basic ne
[Caden]When the ball finally comes to an end, I step out first and call the driver to bring the car around to the front.Astrid, on the other hand, takes her time saying goodbye to her designer and model friends.They’re standing a little ways off, giggling and laughing about something, while I stand alone, just staring at empty space.Then, a sleek black car rolls up and stops at the driveway.A woman in a golden gown walks past me, making it clear the car is for her.As she descends the steps—where I’m standing—her arm brushes against mine.She turns slightly, as if to say something, maybe to acknowledge the mistake.But then, her eyes meet mine.And she just… stops.Unlike the others, she’s still wearing her mask, but I can still see part of her eyes—the sharp way they narrow, the subtle curl of her lips into a frown, like there’s something on my face she doesn’t like.“It’s alright,” I say, perhaps giving her an easy way out—an excuse to just walk away. It’s not like I’m dying to
[Vivienne]The entire car ride back home is filled with absolute silence.I don’t take my eyes off the scenery outside the window, barely visible in the dim light.And Alexander stays in his own world, as if he knows I don’t need a conversation right now.Moments like these make me truly grateful to have him by my side.I’m not exactly an anti-social person, but I do appreciate moments where I can be left alone with my thoughts.But then we reach home, and the conversation becomes inevitable.He opens the door for me and leans against the car as I prepare to put an end to the night.“Do you think you’ll be okay?” he asks.I look up at him, probably looking as exhausted as I feel.“I’ll be fine,” I assure him, even though I know exactly what he means.I haven’t seen Caden in five years—not this close, anyway. And something about the way he looked at me, the things he asked, the desperation in his voice—something I never thought I’d hear from him—stirs a strange conflict inside me. I do
[Caden]“This is not how I planned my weekend to be,” Astrid groans, adjusting her sunglasses as she tries her best to protect herself from the morning heat.“Or maybe you shouldn’t have been so drunk in the first place,” I say to her as I help Benjamin out of the car. “You okay, bud?”“Yes, Daddy!” The boy looks excited as he looks around, trying to take in the entire view in front of him at once. “Can we go see the elephant now? My friends say they’re really big!”I can’t help but look at him and wonder—if my child with Vivienne had been alive, he would be around the same age as Benjamin, the kid I’m fathering as I promised.I wonder if I would have felt any differently about my own blood than I do for Benjamin.I love this kid, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I just wonder. I wonder—what if that accident hadn’t cost Vivienne and me our child? What then? Would it have been possible for us to live together happily?“Can we get done with this thing already?” Astrid groans again, eff
[Caden]By the time we’re done watching the elephants, Benjamin is hungry as hell.“Daddy, I want to eat a burger. Or maybe two. Do you think I can eat two?”I ruffle his hair as I lead him inside the cafeteria. “Maybe one burger and some juice, and after that, if you still feel hungry, we’ll see if we should get something else. Sounds good?”Benjamin nods eagerly, practically bouncing on his feet as we approach the counter. The cafeteria isn’t too crowded, but there’s still a line, which instantly makes him groan.“Why is everyone so slow?” he whines, tugging at my hand. “I’m really, really hungry, Daddy.”“Patience, bud. Good things take time.”He doesn’t look convinced, but he stops complaining—mostly because his attention is now on the dessert display, eyes going wide at the sight of chocolate cake.“Daddy…” He drags out the word, turning to me with the most hopeful expression.I shake my head. “Let’s eat first. If you still have room after your burger, we’ll talk.”Once we get ou
[Caden]“So, what would you like to order?” I ask, gazing into her deep brown eyes as she looks at me with a slightly shy smile on her face.Ever since we walked into this restaurant, not far from the hotel, she has been oddly quiet. Not quiet in the sense that she looks unhappy or uncomfortable, but definitely not quite herself either.Something still seems to be bothering her, and I intend to find out what it is.But first, “Have you tried Japanese cuisine before?” I ask.“A bit, here and there. Never thought about it much.”“Then you should know the difference between sake, shochu, and umeshu,” I say, watching as she looks at me in confusion. “Have you tried them?”“No? I mean, I don't know. I haven't been much of an explorer when it comes to... foreign cuisines.”I smile. “Well, since you're already in Japan, why don't we do that tonight? I'm sure you'll love them. Besides, they taste very different from wine or whiskey.”I glance over the menu.“We have plenty to choose from,” I
I swallow hard, his words sinking into my chest like heavy stones dragging me down.Is this really how it’s going to end? Is this really the fate waiting for Axel? To see his father not as a hero, not even as a villain, but as a stranger?The thought alone feels like a knife twisting in my gut.I glance at Caden again, at the hard set of his jaw, the empty look in his eyes. He believes every word he just said. Maybe he’s even accepted it already, as if there’s no point in fighting it.But me? I can’t accept that.I won’t.Axel deserves better. He deserves a family that doesn’t shatter at the first sign of trouble. He deserves parents who at least try—who don’t just give up and call it fate."Maybe... maybe it doesn't have to be like that," I whisper, surprising even myself.Caden finally looks at me, really looks at me, with an expression I can't quite read. Sadness? Hope? Or maybe just pity because he thinks I'm naive enough to think I can save my son from something as broken as us.
[Vivienne]After Caden revealed another grand truth of his life, he stormed out of my room as if he couldn’t bear to stand in the same room as me.I, on the other hand, drop my ass on the edge of the bed and cover my face with my hands.Shit.Why does everything have to be so messed up? So complicated? So damn… annoying?Just when I think everything between us is starting to calm down and maybe there’s a chance we can have a peaceful, platonic relationship for the sake of Axel, something like this happens, and I’m forced to wonder if all these efforts are even worth it. If letting Caden back into our lives is going to make our lives easier or even more complicated.The truth is, I don’t have answers to any of these questions.Not yet.But I need to find them, or it will be too late to fix anything at all.I stare at the ring on my finger, the generous diamond ring Xander made me wear after his proposal.God knows, I still don’t know what I feel for that man, or if I even feel anything
[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