Daniel's POV
As I left the house with my signature on the divorce papers, I felt a strange weight lift off my shoulders. This was it the clean break I'd been waiting for. The chance to be with Venessa, the woman I’d always wanted. Thoughts of her filled my mind as I drove toward the hospital, the memory of our time together before she left for London replaying in my head. I couldn’t deny that I’d always loved her. Tasha, well, she was introduced into my life by my father. Our marriage had been more about business and less about love. I parked the car and headed straight to Venessa’s hospital room. This was my chance to rebuild what we had lost. But as I approached her door, I noticed it was slightly ajar. I paused, and that’s when I heard voices. “Don’t be so greedy,” Venessa replied, her tone sharp and not at all like someone who had been bedridden. “Now that your plan has worked.” a voice said. I recognize it as the doctor's." Before I could hear anything else my phone buzzed in my pocket, it was Stanley my best man. “Hey, Stanley,” I answered, trying to keep my voice calm, though my mind was racing. “How’s Tasha feeling now?” Stanley asked, his voice filled with concern. “Feeling?” I echoed, confusion washing over me. “What do you mean?” Stanley’s tone shifted, more direct. “Or I guess you don’t know. After all, you haven’t been giving her much attention, have you?” My grip tightened on the steering wheel. “What don’t I know, Stanley?” “Tasha’s not feeling too well, Dan. I picked her up from the hospital earlier. She didn’t look good. You should check on her.” His words hit me like a punch to the gut. I remembered Tasha telling me she wasn’t feeling well and that she couldn’t donate blood today. But I hadn’t listened. I forced her to donate for Venessa. As I stood outside Venessa’s hospital room, my heart pounded in my chest. Her sharp words echoed in my mind, and the doctor's voice... what were they talking about? I wanted to burst in, demand answers, but Stanley’s call had thrown me completely off balance. Tasha. I had pushed her aside, focused on Venessa, my first love. But now, hearing that Tasha had been in the hospital and that I hadn't even known made a cold dread settle over me. “Stanley,” I said, my voice tight, “where is she now?” “At home,” he replied, his tone softer now. “But Daniel, she looked bad. Worse than I’ve ever seen her.” Guilt crept up my spine. I forced her to give blood for Venessa, not even considering her condition. What had I done? “I’ll go check on her,” I muttered, though every instinct told me to stay and confront Venessa. But Stanley’s words haunted me, and I knew I couldn’t ignore them. I ended the call, standing there in the quiet hallway, I turned away from Venessa’s door, the sound of her and the doctor still whispering behind me, but I couldn't stay. I rushed back to the house, my heart pounding in my chest, hoping to find her there. As I opened the door, the eerie silence of the place hit me like a wave. I stepped inside, my eyes scanning the empty hallway. "Tasha?" I called out, but there was no response. I headed straight for the bedroom, my mind racing. When I entered, everything was still in place. Her clothes were still hanging neatly in the closet, her shoes arranged perfectly by the door. Her perfume lingered faintly in the air, as if she had just been here moments ago. But she wasn’t. The bed was made, untouched. I stood there, frozen, staring at the room that once felt so full of life, but now felt abandoned. She had left. But not in the way I had expected. I thought I’d find her here, maybe crying or angry, but this? This felt different. It felt final. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach as I turned and made my way to the sitting room. That’s when I saw it. The divorce papers. They were right where I had left them, only this time her signature was there, boldly staring back at me. She had signed them. Without hesitation. Next to the papers were the two cards I had left for her. One was for her petty self, a cruel token I’d given her. The other was for donating blood, blood I had forced her to give for Venessa. Both cards, left untouched, like they meant nothing. Like I meant nothing. She didn’t want anything to do with me. Not my cards. Not my apologies. Not my excuses. I sank into the chair, staring at the divorce papers, her name neatly written beneath mine. It felt like a punch to the gut. This was real. This was happening. I had been so sure that Tasha would fight back, that she’d protest, that she’d try to cling to what little we had left. But she hadn’t. Instead, she had walked away. She had chosen to leave it all behind me, the house, everything. My mind drifted back to Stanley's words. Tasha’s not feeling too well, Dan. He was right. I hadn’t given her any attention, hadn’t noticed the signs. I’d been so consumed with Venessa, wrapped up in my feelings for her, that I hadn’t realized how disconnected I’d become from Tasha. But now, staring at those signed divorce papers, I couldn’t bring myself to feel much guilt. After all, Venessa was my first love. She was the woman I had always wanted, the one I had dreamed of being with before everything else got in the way. I still loved her. That hadn’t changed. Tasha… well, she was never supposed to be part of my life, not like Venessa. She had been introduced to me by my father, a marriage of convenience, not of love. And now that the papers were signed, maybe it was for the best. Maybe we could all move on. As I sat there, I thought back to what I had overheard in Venessa’s hospital room. The sharp tone in her voice as she spoke to the doctor had rattled me at first. The words "plan" and "greedy" had gnawed at me, but maybe I had misunderstood. Maybe it was nothing. Venessa had always been a strong, independent woman, and I knew she could come off as harsh when she was frustrated. I shook off the doubt creeping into my mind. I couldn’t allow myself to second-guess everything, not now. Venessa was the woman I had loved for years, the one I had been willing to sacrifice for. I’d forced Tasha to donate blood for her, hadn’t I? That wasn’t something you did for someone you didn’t care about. No, I couldn’t be wrong about this. I had done what needed to be done to make things right with Venessa, and now, with Tasha out of the picture, we could finally have the life we were meant to have. I stood up, straightening my jacket, trying to shake off the unease lingering in the air. I needed to go back to the hospital, to see Venessa, to confirm that everything was going according to plan. I would talk to her, clarify what I had overheard, and we would move forward, just as we always intended. Whatever happened with Tasha, I’d deal with that later. Right now, Venessa was the priority.Daniel's POV Next morning, I arrived at the hospital to pick up Venessa. She was finally being discharged, and as she walked toward me, I could see the relief in her eyes. She had always been so strong, so resilient. We drove back to my place in silence, and though I tried to focus on the road, my mind kept wandering to the divorce papers, Tasha’s signature, and the strange emptiness I felt. Venessa was here with me now, the woman I had always loved, but something felt off. Maybe it was just the transition, the sudden change from one life to another. When we got home, Venessa immediately made herself comfortable, sinking into the couch with a sigh. I watched her, trying to suppress the unease gnawing at the back of my mind. After a few moments of silence, Venessa stood up, her eyes catching on something on the table. The divorce papers. She picked them up, a small frown forming on her lips. "Oh, Daniel," she said softly, glancing down at the papers, her voice filled with sympath
Tasha's POV The following morning, I had barely slept. My mind kept spinning, filled with worry and uncertainty. Would Robbin come back? Why would he, after all? I was just a stranger he helped. The loneliness weighed on me heavily, suffocating the little hope I had left. A soft knock interrupted my thoughts. The door opened, and Robbin stepped in, holding a small bouquet of flowers. His expression was calm but kind, as if he was determined to be here for me even though I didn’t know why. "Morning, Tasha," he said, walking over to my bedside. "Morning," I replied, my voice hoarse. "How are you feeling?" His eyes searched my face, genuinely concerned. "Better," I lied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. Before he could respond, Dr. Walsh came in, clipboard in hand. She gave Robbin a polite nod and then turned her attention to me. "Good morning, Tasha. There’s something important we need to discuss about your health." My stomach churned with anxiety. "What
Tasha POV (FIVE YEARS LATER) As I opened the door, the familiar sound of small footsteps echoed through the hallway. “Mum... Mummy!” he called, his little voice filled with excitement. I smiled as my son, Ethan, ran toward me. He was my joy, the reason I do everything. His energy, his laughter, it all made every challenge worth it. "I’ve missed you so much!" Ethan exclaimed, wrapping his tiny arms around my legs. “Oh really? I’ve missed you more, sweetheart,” I said, scooping him up into my arms and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I’ve only been gone two days for a job in Paris, or should I say... a fashion contest?" I winked at him, and his eyes lit up. Just then, Aunt Linda stepped out from the corner of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Look who’s just right on time for dinner,"
As the evening settled down, I was sitting on the couch beside Robbin. The cozy warmth of the home wrapped around us, and I couldn’t help but think how much my life had changed in these five years. The quiet moments like this, with Ethan laughing in the background and Aunt Linda bustling about, felt almost surreal. Robbin turned to me, his expression softening. "You’ve been quiet tonight. Everything okay?" I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I’m just... thinking. About how different things are now, how far we’ve come." He nodded thoughtfully. "You've built a great life here, Tasha. You and Ethan are thriving. You should be proud of yourself." I gave him a small smile. "I couldn’t have done it without you, Robbin. You’ve been there every step of the way." Just then, Ethan came running back into the room, his new iPod in hand, grinning from ear t
As Robbin left, I took a deep breath. Now it was my turn to prepare for work, and I had less than three hours before my meeting with a client. Just as I was mentally listing all the tasks I had to complete, Aunt Linda's voice called from the kitchen. "Why aren't you ready for work?" she asked, her hands full with ingredients for breakfast. "Hurry now, go get yourself ready, and I'll make something quick to eat." "Thanks, Auntie," I replied, grateful as always. I rushed upstairs and quickly took my bath then changed into a pair of fitted trousers and a jacket I'd designed myself. When I returned to the dining room, Ethan was already at the table, looking as lively as ever despite just waking up. "Good morning, Mommy!" he chirped, his little British accent making the words sound so endearing. "Good morning, sweetheart," I replied, kissing the top of his head as I sat down. "Did you sleep well?" "Yeah," he nodded enthusiastically. "But... where's Uncle Robbin? He promised to
Tasha's POV I nodded, acknowledging his confidence in me. As I left Mr. Belvoir's office, my mind was already racing with plans and strategies for the upcoming fashion contest. Normally the New York fashion scene was notoriously competitive, and this event was crucial. It was more than just a chance to showcase our designs; it was an opportunity to cement Belvoir Couture's position as a leader in the industry. I made my way back to my office, where my assistant, Claire, was already waiting with a stack of papers and a look of concern. "Everything okay, Ms. Taylor?" she asked, handing me the documents. "Just a change of plans," I said, glancing through the papers. "Mr. Belvoir canceled my meeting with Vivienne Steele. We need to focus on the fashion contest in New York." Claire nodded, her fingers flying over her keyboard as she started organizing th
"Okay, umm..." I began, glancing at Ethan and Aunt Linda before looking back at Robbin. "So, the company is sending me to New York for a fashion contest and also a project. It's a really big opportunity. The project could take almost a year to complete." "Really?" Robbin asked, his eyes wide with surprise. "That's... that's huge, Tash. I'm so proud of you." Aunt Linda beamed. "This is a wonderful opportunity for you, love. You’ve worked so hard for this." "Well," Robbin said, a hint of a smile on his lips, "I guess we'll be heading in the same direction, but at different times." I looked at him, curious. "What do you mean?" He took a breath. "I’ve got some news of my own. I've been offered a chance to expand my business to New York as well. It's not immediate, but it’s in the works."
Daniel's POV I stared out of the window of my office, watching as the city moved around me, a blur of motion that I couldn't quite bring myself to focus on. The skyline of New York City was supposed to represent everything I had worked so hard to achieve—power, success, the pinnacle of my career. But as the days passed, it felt more like a prison, a constant reminder of what I'd lost. I rubbed my temples, trying to push away the memories that threatened to overwhelm me. Memories of her. Tasha. Even thinking her name sent a wave of pain through me. It had been five years, but the wound felt as fresh as if it had happened yesterday. I never thought I would miss someone this much. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, pulling me back to the present. I glanced at the screen Vanessa's name flashed up, along with her message. "My love, don't forget the designer shoes I told you about. They're a must-have!"