[Caden]“Caden, don’t be like this. I just want to spend some time with you. Isn’t that what your mom and dad want?”Sasha insists, her voice rising in that whining tone that makes me want to slam my head against the steering wheel.“Enough!” I cut her off. “I’m not in the mood to play nice right now."She stares at me, wide-eyed, as if I’ve just slapped her. But she does me a huge favor when she grabs her purse, flings the door open, and steps out onto the pavement.“I thought you’d be happy about this, now that she’s gone out of your life,” she says, trying to hold back tears. “Isn’t that what you always wanted? You treated her like shit so she would leave you. And now when she’s finally gone, you’re acting so weird—”I don’t wait for her to finish.I slam the door shut and peel out of there before she can say anything else.When I return home, I toss the car keys to the guard and head inside.The moment I’m in, I’m surrounded by mom and Avery.“How did it go?” Mom asks. “Did she dro
[Vivienne]It’s been a month since Caden signed the divorce papers, and today is the hearing for the final decree.To say I’m nervous is an understatement. Not because I’m unsure about the divorce anymore, but because it will be the first time in a month that I see Caden, and I don’t know how that’s going to go.“Stop biting your lips, for God’s sake!” Rosita groans, reminding me for the hundredth time during the ride from my new place to family court.“I know, I know. I just can’t help it. It’s like my body’s on autopilot or something.”She rolls her eyes. “Well, autopilot’s about to run you into a wall. You need to focus. Today is about closure, not reopening old wounds.”I nod, trying to convince myself of that. The closer we get to the courthouse, the more my stomach feels like it’s tied up in knots. I’ve done everything I could to move on—new place, new routine, new me. But facing Caden again is like standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the wind to push me over.We finall
*One Month Later*[Vivienne]“These new designs are perfect!” Harvey exclaims, and I wince ever so slightly, hoping he would tone down the excitement a bit.I look around the conference room, trying to read the faces of my fellow designers who worked hard to come up with designs to match this year’s theme: the sparkling golden era.So far, none of their expressions betray the professional masks they wear in front of their boss, Harvey, but I know that might change once Harvey is gone and I’m left alone.If only I had known how competitive this jewelry design industry could be…“I love them,” Harvey finally says, looking up to meet my eyes. “You did it again, Ms. Sinclair. Congratulations.”The entire room explodes with applause.Harvey finally adjourns the meeting, and as soon as I reach my desk, the tension among us all bursts like a dam.“Guess the boss’s pet scored again, huh?” someone sneers from their desk behind me, not even trying to hide the venom in their voice.“Yeah, no kid
[Vivienne]“What the hell happened?”Before I can even process it, I’m on my knees, scrambling to pick up the sheets to see if there’s anything salvageable. But it’s clearly a lost cause. The ink has seeped into the sheets, completely swallowing up my designs.Kimberly, on the other hand, looks like she’s about to pass out from guilt. “I’m so, so, so sorry, Vivienne. I didn’t know the tech team left all their junk here. I just turned on the fan to dry my hair, and… oh, God. The ink got knocked over and… shit… I’m so sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”Make it up to me? How the hell is she going to make it up to me? The designs were supposed to reach the workshop by tomorrow morning, and I’ve been busting my ass on these for an entire week. This isn’t some office prank I can laugh off. This is serious shit, and I’m left standing here, completely screwed.“I don’t know, Kim. I don’t think anything is left to be fixed.” Tears well up in my eyes, but I hold them back, not wanting t
[Vivienne]At first, I don’t understand what Harvey meant by what he just said.But then, I decide to see what he’s trying to show me before saying anything more. I grab the laptop and press play.A video starts playing, and when I see what’s in it, my eyes widen as a mix of anger and confusion rushes through me.In the video, it’s clear as day: Kim walks into her cabin, tosses my designs on the floor, and then pours an entire bottle of ink over the papers, making sure every single page is soaked. And then, when she’s done, she tosses the bottle away and screams.“What the hell?” I mutter to myself, replaying the video and growing even more confused. I stand up straight, staring at the screen. “I don’t understand. Is she for real?”Harvey’s eyes soften. “I know you worked hard on those designs, Viv, and I feel terrible for not being able to provide you with a healthy environment where you can work and grow. This… I never expect this to happen, I swear.”“Hey,” I say as I walk around th
[Vivienne]I return to my desk, and after a few long minutes, I head to Kim’s cabin, knocking gently on the door.Kim looks up, a relieved grin spreading across her face. “Hey, Vivienne. What brings you here? Is Claire bullying you again?”I can’t believe how genuine she seems with her concern, as if she actually cares about me. Maybe that’s why I missed seeing her true colors. But now, I know what she’s capable of, and I’m not falling for this “I’m a good person” act.“No, just wanted to see how you’re doing. I was wondering if you need—”She doesn’t even let me finish. Kim jumps right out of her chair, grabs my arm, and drags me over to her desk. “I sure as hell do. I mean, fifty designs in one night? You know that’s impossible, right? I don’t know what’s gotten into Harvey. He’s never been this unreasonable.”Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before messing with his sister…I force a smile, nodding sympathetically as if I’m on her side.“Yeah, that does sound like a lot.
[Vivienne]After leaving Kim with a shocked look on her face, I grab my bag and head out of the office. After the kind of stressful start I had this morning, I asked Harvey for a day off so I could calm down and focus on how I want to handle this delicate situation.For now, if Kim is really behind the leak, I’ve made sure she’s cautious and has put a hold on leaking designs for the time being. But I have to be smart about this. What if the traitor isn’t Kim? I need to stay open-minded and cautious around everyone.“Viv!” A familiar voice calls, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look over my shoulder to see Rosita heading in my direction. I texted her as soon as I left the office, and she promised to meet me for brunch.“Hey, someone looks chirpy today,” I say as she grabs a chair and sits across from me. She’s wearing a yellow sundress that looks fantastic on her, bringing out her pale blue eyes and bright smile.She smirks. “Well, someone got the chance to design an exclusive red car
[Vivienne]I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to say.What the hell is Avery doing here? And how the hell did I ruin her life?But that’s not the priority right now. My face hurts like hell, and I hiss, trying to breathe through the pain.Rosita grabs her bag and mine, already on the phone.“Yes, some crazy woman threw hot coffee on her. I’m driving her there myself. Please be prepared when we arrive. Yes. Thank you. Thank you so much.”She snaps her phone shut, her eyes burning with anger. “Fucking psycho,” she mutters under her breath as she helps me to my feet. “We need to get you to the hospital, now.”I nod, barely able to focus through the searing pain on my face. Every step feels like a fucking ordeal, but I push through it, trying to keep my shit together.“Don’t worry, Viv. We’re almost there,” she says, opening the car door for me and helping me sit and buckle up. “I swear, if I ever see that bitch again, I’ll—”“Just drive,” I grind out, not in the mood for her r
[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