As Zelda sat on the couch, a sudden memory crashed into her mind like a wave. She recalled a time, two months ago, when James had briefly returned for a meeting. He was supposed to fly back out that same night, but Zelda had managed to convince him to at least go home and change before his flight. She remembered how she had hoped to get him to stay longer, maybe even spend the night with her. She had pleaded with him, her voice soft but insistent,"Why don’t you spend a little time with me? You’ve been gone for months."James had looked back at her, his eyes unreadable, and asked, "You’re horny, aren’t you?"The question had stung, but Zelda hadn’t responded. When he approached her, his touch had been both possessive and unyielding, a force she couldn’t resist. That night, their connection was rough, almost harsh. And when he left afterwards, he’d shown no signs of hesitation, boarding his flight, just had he had planned earlier without a second glance.But now, in the dim quiet of Ji
Zelda pushed the door open and found it ajar, stepping inside to find Jianne watching her with concern."Are you okay?" Jeanne asked gently, sensing something was off.Zelda sighed, feeling the weight of everything she had just discovered."I don't know, Jianne. I just... I don’t know."Just as Jianne was searching for something comforting to say, Zelda’s phone rang, interrupting the tense moment. Jeanne handed her bag over, and Zelda absentmindedly pulled out her phone without checking the caller ID.She put it to her ear, and the unmistakable voice of Susan Wenger filled the line."Hello, Noelle...““How can I help you?" Zelda asked, maintaining the alias she used to protect her identity in the fashion and music world."I've been telling my manager to call you repeatedly, to ask you to design clothes for my new line," Susan’s voice dripped with impatience. "It’s being promoted in a song I’m releasing soon, and you’ve been avoiding my team. What's the issue?"Zelda’s voice was calm,
Zelda had been looking for a job for three days, but her search was fruitless. No one in the fashion or modelling industry would give her a chance. She had practically exhausted every contact, every opportunity. Each rejection felt like another slap in the face, another reminder that she wasn’t just fighting the industry, she was fighting James’s influence over it.Zelda had overheard James talking with his father, casually discussing ways to keep them married and out of a divorce scandal. He wanted her back on his terms, and this was his way of reminding her of his power. But if James thought this would break her, he was wrong. Zelda was determined not to be manipulated into crawling back to him.Thankfully, she had her friend Grace, who worked in the film industry. Grace had helped Zelda get a few odd jobs, assisting on sets and holding lights for camera crews. It wasn’t glamorous, but it kept her afloat, and it was a small step forward. On the third day of her part-time work, Zelda
Zelda narrowed her eyes at Susan, her expression challenging. But Susan, sensing the weight of everyone's eyes on her, quickly shifted her tone, softening her voice."I'm sorry, sister," she said, her words dripping with an insincere sweetness. "I hope you're not still mad about the other day. I know you didn't push me, but I was too weak. James thought you did, but I tried to explain it to him that it wasn’t your fault.""Really?" Zelda asked, her voice cool, her gaze pointedly fixed on Susan."Of course, sister," Susan continued, keeping her eyes downcast. "You know that James only cares about me, that's all."Zelda smiled, though her eyes held no warmth. "Okay, then. I want you to apologize sincerely and look me in the eye when you do it. I want you to apologize for everything."Susan hesitated, glancing toward James as if looking for backup. She clearly didn’t want to give Zelda the satisfaction of an apology, and Zelda knew it. It was a scene that brought back an old, painful mem
James looked at Zelda with a wide smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Zelda met his gaze, her lips pressing into a tight line as she tried to act unbothered."What?" she asked, her voice sharp and filled with an air of indifference, though she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks."Nothing," James replied, his smile never fading. "Tell me, what is it?“ She persisted.“ Are you jealous?" James asked, his eyes twinkling with a hint of teasing."Jealous? Why would I be jealous?" Zelda shot back, her voice firm as she crossed her arms over her chest.She raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain the control she so desperately wanted.James leaned in slightly, his voice lowering, a subtle challenge in his tone."Well, why were you shouting at her right now? If you're not jealous, if you don't think she’s going to steal me from you? But she can’t. I’m all yours. I am your husband, and we’re never getting divorced."Zelda’s eyes flickered with annoyance, and she raised her hand in a di
ZELDAAfter leaving James at the hospital, I found myself still wound up with tension. The hospital scene replayed in my mind, Susan clinging to James, her endless dramatics, everything had left me both drained and restless.I needed an escape.With nowhere else to go, I decided to visit the fashion design school of my mentor. Since my marriage to James, I had often found myself bored or alone, and my mentor was kind enough to let me attend her classes, sometimes even helping out with a few of them. It was a small haven I could retreat to, where I could lose myself in creativity and forget, if only for a few hours.After helping her with the day’s class, I stayed back, working on a few designs and projects that had been sitting idle. The quiet of the room began to calm me, the familiar sound of fabric rustling and the scratch of pencil on paper almost meditative. I was just getting lost in a rhythm when there was a knock on the door.It was late, past the usual class hours. I figured
I stood there, staring down at the check, its cold, crisp edges almost mocking me. Five million. Enough to free myself from James, to escape the grip he had on my life. Enough to ease my brother’s medical expenses, to build my career, to escape the manipulation and demands of others who had claimed to care for me.But as I clutched the check, I felt something else, something heavy and hollow, a deep sense of betrayal, as if I were nothing more than a pawn to be bought and sold.I thought back to just a few days ago when Helen Ferguson, James’s own mother, had offered me money to conceive a child—a grandchild she desperately wanted, not for me or James, but for her own plans.These women, women I had once seen as mother figures, sources of comfort and strength—had reduced me to a tool for their children, for their ambitions. Was that all I was to them? Disposable, a bargaining chip in their twisted games?A surge of anger replaced the hollow ache, building inside me until I couldn’t ho
James was leaning against the bed, his eyes closed. I paused, not sure if he was asleep and I walked over quickly.I placed my hand on his forehead, only to feel his feverish grip suddenly close around my wrist, his hand hot against mine. I realized he really did have a fever. Cheng was not joking.Thinking he might be awake, I leaned closer, but his eyes were still shut, his handsome face flushed, his breathing heavy. He clearly wasn’t fully conscious. Even in his sleep, he was so guarded. I let out a small laugh, amused by his stubbornness, and tried to pull my hand back, but he held it tightly.For a second, I thought he looked a little adorable in his fevered state, but then I remembered Mrs Wenger’s words—“It takes two to tango”—and felt irritation bubbling up again.Leaning closer, I whisper, teasing, "I’ll get you some medicine..."Before I could finish, his eyes snapped open, dark and sharp, fully awake.My heart raced, and I instinctively tried to pull away. In the next momen
ZeldaA sharp sting jolted me from the darkness. The world around me was a blur, sounds muffled, and my chest ached from the struggle. Slowly, shapes and colours came into focus. Someone was hovering over me, their voice cutting through the haze.“Wake up, Zelda! Come on! Wake up! You were on the swimming team in school—you’re better than this. Stop pretending to faint over a little pool!”I blinked, finally able to make out the face of one of James’s friends. I couldn’t remember his name, but his disdain for me was unforgettable. For years, he had treated Susan like a delicate flower, his pseudo-little sister, and me like the thorn in her side.As soon as I gasped for air and moved, he stepped back, brushing his hands as though his job was done.“She’s alive!” he announced loudly, his voice tinged with irritation rather than relief.That’s when I noticed the crowd. Guests from the
Slowly, I turned around, my heart pounding. If Susan had crossed that line, she wasn’t going to like what happened next.Susan stood there, seething, her sharp eyes fixed on me like a predator ready to pounce. Her voice dripped with venom as she lashed out,“Why did you come here and ruin my party, flaunting yourself in that cheap, sultry dress? Showing off your arms, your legs, your cleavage—what are you hoping to achieve? Do you think James is going to fall in love with you just because you dressed like some desperate hoe?”I couldn’t help but scoff at her dramatics. This woman was truly losing it. “First of all, Susan,” I said, my tone cold and even, “James is my husband. Not yours. He’s married to me. Remember?”Susan’s lips curled into a sneer. “Yes, but he doesn’t love you. Don’t fool yourself.”I held up a hand, silencing her. “I’m n
Days passed, and I stayed immersed in my work, juggling my dreams and responsibilities. My nights were consumed with designing, and crafting pieces for my portfolio, while my days were spent doing odd jobs to inch closer to my goals. The live interview with Master Zee loomed on the horizon, keeping me laser-focused. In the whirlwind of activity, I hadn’t visited Michael for a while.It was during one of these visits to the hospital that I ran into Madam T, the old housekeeper from the Wengers’ estate. She stood by the reception, a familiar, comforting presence from my past.“Madam T!” I greeted, surprised and pleased.Her face lit up. “Oh, my little girl, it’s so good to see you! How have you been?”“I’m doing fine, Madam T. How are you?”“I’m well, dear. And I’m so glad we ran into each other because I have something for you.”“For me?” I asked, puzzled.She reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope, handing it to me with a warm smile. “It’s an invitation from the Wengers.”I
ZeldaWe both turned toward the door to find Mr. Wenger standing there, his face tight with anger and a hint of surprise at the scene before him. His gaze shifted between James and me, his voice sharp as he demanded,"What is going on here?"James, still holding me on his lap, seemed completely unbothered by the interruption. He tilted his head slightly, meeting Mr. Wenger's glare with a cool smirk."Oh, Mr Wenger," he said as though he had only just noticed him. "Have you come to see Xander? How may I help you?"Mr. Wenger’s lips tightened, his irritation barely contained. "Susan is out there crying. She hasn’t stopped since you left. It’s getting worse. The wound on her hand hurts, and she’s calling out your name over and over."James’s expression didn’t shift. He leaned back casually, his arm still firmly around me. "And what do you want me to do about it? Soothe her! Tell her to stop crying! Do something!".Mr Wenger scoffed, a low, mocking sound. "Do you think I haven’t tried tha
“All right,” James said, his tone commanding but calm. “Now get off the bed, go to the wall, and face it. You’ll stand there for an hour. Use the time to think about what you’ve done wrong, and when I come back, be ready to apologize.”Xander sulked as he shuffled toward the wall, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He faced the wall obediently but cast a quick glance back at James, pouting. I couldn’t help but speak up, whispering so Xander wouldn’t hear.“But he’s sick—”Before I could finish, James turned toward me, his gaze sharp as steel. He caught my hand mid-motion and held it tightly, his grip firm but not crushing.“You’re hurting me,” I murmured, looking up at him. He didn't answer as he kept looking at me silently“Are you going to break my arm to avenge your mistress Susan?..“ I asked, anger leading me on“Susan's hand is more precious, she actually has a career that depends on her hand.“ He answered snidely.I widened my eyes at him, this was clearly a jab at me and my choi
Cheng left in a rush, carrying the card as if it were more important than the flowers or fruit basket. He gave a polite nod to Susan and her mother before catching up with James and me.Susan, however, was not about to let the situation rest. Her frustration boiled over, and her voice, now shrill with anger, followed us down the hallway."What do you mean we owe each other nothing?" she cried, her words laced with indignation. "My hand was almost broken, and Zelda was just slapped in the face. How is that the same? And that card—how could he take it back?"I felt the weight of her glare without turning to meet it. She was livid, but her tears and outrage were a performance, just another one of her twisted games. I had seen it all before—the victim act, the exaggeration, the manipulation. I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore."James didn't even ask Xander to apologize," she continued, voice cracking in theatrical disbelief. "Does he think I don’t deserve it? Doesn’t my pain mean any
ZeldaThe tension in the room was thick as Mr. and Mrs. Wenger confronted me, their eyes full of judgment. I could feel my blood boil with every word they spoke, each accusation more ridiculous than the last. When Lucy slapped me, I could feel the sting not just on my cheek, but deep in my chest. It was as though she had slapped James in the face, too. No, worse—because this wasn’t just about me; it was about us, our marriage, and everything that was being twisted in front of me.Lucy’s voice was sharp, but I held my composure. I had learned long ago not to let them see how deeply their words could wound.“Why should I apologize?” she snapped. “Look at what’s happened to Susan! She’s injured! And you’re asking me to apologize?”I felt James tense beside me, his protective aura unmistakable. My pulse quickened at the thought that he was standing up for me, not letting them steamroll me. His gaze was cold, and his words were like ice when he spoke."My wife is shy, tolerant, and reasona
JamesI couldn’t take it any longer. The weight of Susan’s tears and her clinging to me became unbearable, her sobs grating against my nerves. Without a word, I gently pulled myself away from her grasp and turned toward Hilda, who stood nearby, watching the scene unfold with a concerned expression.I guided Susan into Hilda’s arms, letting her friend take over the role of comforting her. Susan clung to Hilda now, her cries muffled as she buried her face in her friend's shoulder."I'm sorry about what happened to you, Susan, but it couldn't be Zelda. She's not responsible for this."Susan’s eyes widened in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. She stared at me as if she couldn’t process what I had just said. To her, the idea that I would defend Zelda—again—was shocking. Her lips trembled, and the sobs she had barely contained broke free. She turned and threw herself into Hilda’s arms, crying harder.Of course, Zelda, being who she was, tightened her hold on Susan protectively. But
I stood there stunned, my hand pressed to my stinging cheek, staring at the woman in front of me—Lucy Wenger, Susan Wenger’s mother. A woman who had once been a mother figure to me for six years before discarding me like a broken toy when she discovered I wasn’t her biological child.“Why did you slap me?” I asked, my voice calm but cold, demanding an explanation.Her face twisted with anger as she pointed a trembling finger at me. “You! You are the reason Susan is in the hospital right now! Ever since she came back, all you’ve done is hurt her. Just last week, you hit her with a broom, and now you’ve caused her hand to be injured again. Why are you doing this? Why do you hate her so much?”I clenched my fists at my sides, biting back the sharp retort that danced on the tip of my tongue. Before I could respond, she stepped closer, her voice rising. “We took care of you! We raised you! We gave you everything! And this is how you repay us—by hurting Susan?”Before Lucy could continue he