[Vivienne]The matter is finally closed.And no, we didn’t send Mr. Prescott to jail.Each of the businessmen gathered in the room showed rare sympathy for the old man and decided to forgive him, vowing never to mention this incident to anyone ever again.“Well, time to finally go home, I guess,” Andrew yawns next to me as we make our way out of the hotel, the morning sun warming my face in all the right places.“Can’t believe only a few hours ago it was raining like hell,” I say, looking around at the wet pavements, trees, and roads. Everything looks so green, so new, as if nature has majestically revamped itself.Andrew stretches, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah, it’s like the storm never even happened. Kinda eerie when you think about it.”I nod, inhaling the crisp morning air, heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth. The night had been a mess—secrets unraveling, accusations flying, and an old man breaking down under the weight of his own regrets. And yet, now, with the first golden rays
[Caden]“I don’t understand,” Astrid shakes her head, annoyance written all over her face. “What’s the need to even change his school? It was already one of the best from what I heard.”“One of the best,” I say as I adjust Benjamin’s shirt while he plays a game on his iPad. “Not the best.” And my son deserves the best, no questions asked.“Oh, please. What difference does that make? A school is a school, isn’t it? It shouldn’t be a concern right now, considering, well, he doesn’t really care about such things.”“Well, that’s what parents are here for, aren’t they?” I ask, shooting a brief glance her way and watching as she rolls her eyes. “To help them understand what’s best for them.”“Changing schools right now is just too much, that’s all I’m saying.”“And my son deserves the best there is, that’s all I am saying.”Astrid drops the argument after that, probably assured that I’m not changing my mind.And she’s absolutely right. When it comes to Benjamin, I will do whatever I can to
[Caden]“Benjamin! Wait!”I run after him, unsure of what caught his attention.But those tiny little legs prove to be faster than you’d expect.He disappears so quickly that I’m left baffled and anxious. “Benjamin!”The principal arrives with a rather composed gait, laughing softly. “That’s kids for you—too fast when you least expect it.”“I swear he never does that,” I say, shaking my head and running a hand through my hair while still looking around. “He’s a good kid.”The principal chuckles. “All kids are good, Mr. Lawrence. They may be different from each other, yes, but good nonetheless.”I know what he means, but I don’t have time to get into the philosophy of it, and it irritates me even more that he doesn’t seem even a little concerned. I turn to face him. “How do you plan to find him?”“Oh, that’s easy,” he says, grinning as he takes out what looks like a walkie-talkie. “Bryn, a five-year-old boy, white shirt and blue shorts. Please report ASAP.”Not even ten seconds pass be
Chapter 271[Vivienne]“I can’t believe they canceled on us,” I grumble as Alexander pulls a chair for me, nodding his head ever so slowly.“I can see how that might upset you,” he says, and I roll my eyes heavenward.Upset? Oh, I’m pissed off. Not to exaggerate or anything, but my time these days feels so limited as it is. So if someone books an urgent appointment—forcing me to make time somehow—and then refuses to show up with the excuse of another urgent matter, yeah, I have every right to feel pretty pissed off.I take my seat while Alexander sits across the table. “I don’t like it when people waste my time.”“Nobody does,” he says. “But maybe something important actually came up? It would be out of character for anyone to cancel on the president of the Richardson Group, don’t you think?”He isn’t wrong. People usually don’t do that. Maybe I’m overreacting. Or maybe I’m mad because, for this meeting, I had to cancel picking up Axel from school. It was my turn this week, and I abso
Chapter 272[Vivienne]My words seem to have caused a strain at the side of her neck, a thick green vein popping out as it always did whenever she was pissed but too smart to let it show.Her lips stretch into a smile instead. “Why, Vivienne? Are you still bitter about all those years? Come on, it’s been such a long time. Let bygones be bygones.”I hate that she has the audacity to even think she can forget what her family did to me—what her husband put me through with his venom-like hatred, the way her daughter treated me, always accusing me of being a gold digger and making me feel like a whore who didn’t know her place in their world. And what I hate the most, even more than her, is her son, who stood there, unblinking, never taking a stand for me.Mrs. Lawrence’s smile falters for just a fraction of a second, and I can practically see her pushing down the urge to snap—something she surely never did in the past.“Well, that’s good to hear,” she says, clasping her hands together. “Th
[Vivienne]When I reach home, I have a very angry five-year-old waiting for me.And God, do I feel terrible.“I said I’m sorry, baby. Won’t you forgive Mommy just this once?”Axel doesn’t spare me a glance, though. He turns in his seat instead, as if that alone would be enough to ignore me and send me a message at the same time.And I swear to God, it works like a charm.I feel even worse now.Behind me, Ana is trying very hard to hold back her laughter. She’s usually not the type to laugh at my misery, but let’s be honest—if I were in her place, I’d probably do the same.“Baby?” I try again, my tone even more apologetic this time.Axel turns his head away, clearly uninterested in anything I have to say.I sigh, running a hand through my hair. I wonder where he gets this temper, this ability to stay mad despite my endless apologies over the last half hour.But then, a familiar face flashes through my mind, and I know exactly where.I always forget his paternal traits. No doubt his stu
[Vivienne]The fact that this woman knows me doesn’t surprise me as much as the fact that I know her too.She’s that supermodel I saw with Caden that night—the woman he was head over heels for long before we even met.I don’t know much about the details of their relationship or why she left him when she did, but I do know that she left him first—and that it left him heartbroken. Why else would he have hung around with Sasha, who tried so hard to look like this woman?“I’m sure that’s right.” I have no interest in butting heads with her if that’s what she’s looking for. All I want is to leave and get back to the work that awaits me. “But accept my apologies, just in case.”Then, I step aside and walk past her. Or at least, I try. Because I haven’t even taken two steps away from her when she calls out to me again.“I don’t even know what Caden saw in you,” she says, rather arrogantly. “You must have been really desperate to be with a guy to ignore his feelings for someone else, weren’t
[Astrid]I watch Vivienne leave with my jaw hanging open.Still not able to believe what just happened.Did she actually just slap me? Right in front of the school?I rub my cheek and feel the painful sensation she left behind.That idiot of a woman. What does she think of herself? That she can do whatever she wants just because she comes from money now? That now she’s rich and the heiress to one of the richest families in the world? Well, hell no. She might be rich, but she’s still the woman Caden left. And no matter how hard she tries, she will never be someone more than that.Ugh.“Ms. Evelina,” someone calls me from behind, and for a brief second, I school my expression as if nothing out of the ordinary happened.“Yes, that’s me,” I turn around and greet the woman.“I apologize for the delay, but the administration will see you now.”I smile. “Thank you so much. It’ll only take a few minutes of their busy schedule.”“No problem. Please, follow me,” she says, then turns and leads m
[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