James did not wait for Zelda to answer him as he went towards the cabinet and came back with a pregnancy test. He showed it to her, placing it in front of her face.
"Here, take it," he said.
Zelda looked at him as she took the pregnancy test in her hand.
"I'm not pregnant," she told him as she placed the test on the counter.
James took it back and shoved it toward her again. "Take the test."
"I'm not pregnant. You just came back yesterday, and you forced me to take the pills after we slept together. How could I be pregnant?" Zelda replied with frustration. "I don’t want to argue with you, James."
"Just take the test," he insisted, his tone unmoving.
Zelda sighed. "Okay, fine," she said, grabbing the test from him. She raised her eyebrow at him before asking, "Can I have some privacy?"
"No, I want to see you do it."
She sighed again but complied. Fighting James was a losing battle, she was already tired with the whole day. Zelda peed on the stick, all while watching him stand over her like a hawk.
When she was done, she placed the test back on the counter, not bothering to check it. She knew what the result would be. She wasn’t pregnant.
Two minutes passed, and James walked over to the counter, inspecting the test. His face hardened as he read the result.
"It's negative," he announced.
"I told you I wasn’t pregnant, but you didn’t want to listen," Zelda said, her voice flat. "I didn’t want you to know this, James, but..." She trailed off, knowing there was no point in continuing. It was as though every word she said was ignored.
Zelda knew the result would be negative. Every time they were intimate, James made sure to take more than enough precautions to ensure she wouldn’t get pregnant. It was almost as if he feared the idea of her ever carrying his child.
Without saying anything else, James left the room and walked outside. Zelda stayed inside, her weariness weighing her down, as she heard him make a phone call.
"I’ve sent you the number of the car," James said into the phone, his voice low. "It’s a taxi that Zelda used today. I want you to look for her necklace. She was wearing it at the hospital, so if you don’t find it there, check the security footage. From the hospital to the taxi…..she must have lost it somewhere between."
The person on the other end of the line must have agreed, as James ended the call and stood there in the garden, his phone slipping back into his pocket.
Zelda watched him through the window, feeling numb as the gap between them grew wider by the minute.
The next morning, the shrill ringing of her phone woke her. Still sleepy, she reached for it on the nightstand, seeing her best friend Jian’s name flashing on the screen.
"Zelda, have you seen the news?" Jian’s voice was breathless with urgency.
"What news?" Zelda rubbed her eyes, still half-asleep.
"About Susan and James! They were seen coming back together from the airport yesterday. It’s all over social media. James has been away for three months with her, and now they’re back together like nothing happened. It’s all anyone can talk about."
Zelda sat up, her heart pounding. Jian’s words hit her like a punch. The truth, which had been lurking in the back of her mind, now screamed at her. James had been with Susan this whole time when she thought he was away for work. He hadn’t even bothered to hide it.
He had left their home, spent months with another woman, then casually returned to play his role as her husband for a night before going back to Susan. The betrayal was too much. Zelda’s fingers tightened around the phone.
"I see," she whispered, her voice hollow.
"Zelda, what are you going to do?" Jian asked concern in her tone.
0ppppp Zelda didn’t respond right away. Instead, she stared at the sunlight filtering through the curtains.
"I’m leaving him," she finally said, her voice steady with resolve. "I’m done, Jian. I’m filing for divorce today."
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Jian spoke again.
“Are you sure? I know how much you love him z….“
“I have thought about it and I am sure. I can't do this anymore.“
"I support you, Zel. You deserve so much more than this."
Zelda nodded to herself. "I know."
They spoke for a bit before they ended their conversation and Zelda stood up to get herself ready for the morning. That is when she noticed it. The necklace is back in place on her neck.
She felt a tear fall down her cheek as she watched herself in the mirror. The gesture hurt more than she had thought it would.
****
Later that morning, Zelda arrived at Ferguson Enterprises, clutching her resignation letter and divorce papers in her bag. She had dressed simply, her hair pulled back, her face calm, though inside she was anything but. Today was the day she was going to take back control of her life.
No one at the company knew that she and James were married. To everyone else, she was just his assistant, quietly managing his affairs behind the scenes. It had been easier that way, easier to keep the disaster of their marriage hidden.
But now, it was time to walk away from both the job and the man she had once thought she could love.
As she made her way to her desk, some of her co-workers noticed the resignation letter in her hand.
"Zelda, are you leaving us?" one of them asked, concerned.
"Yeah," she said, forcing a smile. "I’m resigning."
"Why? What happened?" another asked.
"It’s personal," Zelda replied, shaking her head. "I just need to focus on my life right now. I’m getting a divorce."
That comment set off a wave of speculation among her colleagues.
"Is your husband cheating on you?" one of them asked bluntly. "Or does he not want kids?"
“ Does he shoot blanks?“ Another added
“Maybe he doesn't satisfy her in bed. Men nowadays have become very….“ Another chimed in
Zelda shut them off, as she stayed quiet, not bothering to correct their assumptions. It didn’t matter what they thought. Her mind was already made up.
As they gossiped, Zelda suddenly noticed a familiar figure standing nearby. James had been listening to everything they said, his expression dark.
He approached her with slow, deliberate steps.
"Zelda," he said, his voice low, "can I see you in my office?"
The others fell silent as Zelda followed James into his office. He shut the door behind them, the tension thick.
"Why are you spreading rumours about me?" James demanded, his eyes narrowing. "You told them I wasn’t satisfying you, that I was cheating on you? To make it worse, you told them I shoot blanks?"
"I never said that," Zelda replied evenly. "They were speculating. I never said anything."
James stared at her, taken aback. "This is ridiculous. You can’t just…."
"I’m resigning," she cut him off, placing the resignation letter on his desk. "And I’m divorcing you."
She pulled out the divorce papers and set them down beside the letter.
James stared at the documents, disbelief and anger warring on his face.
"Zelda, what the hell are you doing?"
"I’m serious, James," Zelda said, her voice steady. "I don’t want anything from you. You’ve given me everything you can, and it’s not enough. I want a divorce."
She stepped back, crossing her arms, her heart racing.
James’s eyes darted from the papers to her face. He couldn’t believe it. Zelda had always been the quiet one, the one who would endure anything for the sake of their marriage. She was desperate to have his name attached to her, to have everything that came with being with him. But this….this was something he hadn’t expected.
"Sign the papers, James," she repeated, her voice firmer now. "I’m out of here."
James looked at her and sneered. "How will you survive without me?" he taunted mockingly.Zelda felt the weight of his words. She knew what he meant, she belonged to the Ferguson family. They had saved her life, taken her to school, fed her, and clothed her. And then she became his wife, continuing to use the Ferguson name and power. How was she going to survive without him in her life?Great question.But beneath her doubts, Zelda was determined. She had a secret of her own. What James didn’t know was that all the credit cards he had given her were untouched. She had never used a single cent.Ever since she was old enough to start working, she had ensured that she bought whatever she could on her own without depending on the Fergusons. She took any side jobs she could because she felt guilty to depend on the Ferguson's so much. She felt like a burden to them and hence she tried to become independent on her own.Since they had married, she had been taking care of her sick brother with
It was evening when Zelda finished her part-time job at the local training institute, where she had been working as a fashion design instructor for the past year in the evening. She taught adults about fashion, clothing, and makeup, which she enjoyed.Since she no longer worked at Ferguson's company anymore, she came to work early to get ready for her evening class and find something to do, that's when the manager approached her with an unexpected request."Zelda! I’m so glad I found you here," the manager said with relief. "Mary couldn’t make it to her children’s class today. Would you mind covering for her?"Zelda smiled. "Of course, I’m free right now during the day, so it’s not a problem."The manager’s face lit up. "Oh, thank you so much. Actually, Mary’s husband was just transferred, so we’re going to need someone to take over her position permanently. If you’re interested, go through today’s class, and let me know how you feel afterwards."Zelda got excited. "I’ll give it a try
Zelda left the hospital and walked toward the taxi stand nearby, hoping to find a cab to take her to Jian's apartment. But to her disappointment, there was no taxi in sight. With a sigh, she pulled out her phone to order an Uber instead.Just as she was finalizing the order, a car pulled up in front of her, stopping abruptly. She looked up, surprised, and saw the driver turning to face her…it was Hammer.“Zelda!” Hammer greeted her, his face lighting up with a mixture of surprise and curiosity.“Yes, it’s me,” she replied with a small smile, taken aback as he stepped out of the car.“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Do you need a lift? Are you headed home?”“Oh no, it’s fine,” Zelda replied quickly. “I already called an Uber; it’s on its way. I wouldn’t want to interfere with your plans or take up your evening.”Hammer waved her concerns away. “Don’t worry about it. Actually, I was just thinking of calling you.”Zelda’s interest was piqued. “Oh? Really?”“Yeah,” Hammer nodded. “I
Zelda's brother, Michael, meant everything to her. Growing up with a mother who was more concerned about her appearance and keeping her violent, gambling husband appeased, Michael had always stepped in to protect her.He took the brunt of their mother's neglect and their father's wrath, sacrificing his own well-being for her sake. Despite their age difference, he had been her rock, always there to shield her from harm.On that fateful night when she was taken to the Fergusons' home, Michael had just returned from a camping trip. After receiving a call from their father, who had been drinking, he rushed home, anger bubbling beneath the surface.The moment he arrived, he found Zelda bleeding, having suffered at the hands of their father. Without hesitation, he pushed their father away and cradled his sister in his arms, desperate to protect her.His first instinct was to take her to the Wenger family, who had cared for Zelda until she was six. But they were nowhere to be found. In a pan
James Ferguson got home that evening, parked his car, and touched his cheek, remembering the slap Zelda had given him in the hallway. Standing at the door, he felt a confusing mix of anger and longing. He wasn’t prepared to be here, wasn’t sure he could handle walking into a home that felt so entwined with her presence, even in her absence.This house held so many memories. When he’d bought it after marrying Zelda, it had symbolized their life together, a space where he always expected her to be. He hated the idea of going inside, knowing she wouldn’t be there. Part of him wanted to turn around and drive away, but he was here, and since she was determined not to return, he had no choice.He opened the door, foolishly expecting Zelda to appear, coming down the stairs, even though he knew better. The darkness wrapped around him as he stepped in, and suddenly a light switched on. Aunt Chien, the live-in servant, stood there, looking at him.“Sir, I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect you to be b
“Are you serious?” Zelda asked, reeling. “How could you to talk about your grandchild like that?”“Oh, come on, we both know this isn’t about my grandchild. This is about saving my son, Xander. He’s in the hospital, and he needs a transplant. None of us is a match, but I know…”“But the chances of a match are very slim,” Zelda interrupted.“I’m aware, but I’m willing to take any chance, no matter how slim, to save him. So, tell me…how much will it take?”“This isn’t about money. Xander is my brother-in-law, but it’s not that simple. James doesn’t want to have a child with me, and now isn’t a good time….”“What do you mean it’s not a good time?” Helen’s voice turned accusing. “More money, that’s what you want, right? When James agreed to marry you, your mother came and demanded money.”Zelda’s face burned with shame. It was true, but she hadn’t expected Helen to bring it up now. She hated that Hellen liked reminding her of that, knowing how much she hated it.“This isn’t about money, a
James didn't answer her. He leaned beside him and took a document from the passenger seat. He looked at it and then showed it to Zelda.“Do you see this? Do you know what it is?”Zelda looked at it. “It's our divorce agreement.”“Yes, that's what it is.” He took a lighter and placed the paper on top of it, burning the divorce papers right in front of Zelda's eyes inside the car.“We are not getting a divorce,” James told her, locking his gaze on hers. They watched the fire consume the paper until it was entirely gone.Tired from the whole ordeal, Zelda finally asked,“What is your problem? What do you want? Why won't you divorce me? Why are you clinging to me while your heart is not with me?”James looked at her, and for a moment, his expression softened. He put his hand on her cheek and caressed it slowly, almost tenderly.“You were brought to the Ferguson home when you were only eight years old. We took you in. We fed you. We gave you an education. We gave you more than you deserved
Zelda and James both looked down, lost in their own thoughts, as James’s grandmother sighed softly. “You children these days…” she began. “James, you have to understand that marriage is not sustained by just one person. Zelda can’t be the only one holding it together. It’s too heavy a burden, and sooner or later, it will either break her, or she’ll simply let it go.”She turned her gaze to Zelda, her expression warm and pleading. “Zelda, I want James to tell us both, here and now, if he’s ready to change his ways. If he is,” she continued, “I’ll ask you, my beautiful grandchild, to give your marriage another chance. He knows his mistakes….don’t you, James?”“Yes, Grandmother,” James said softly, his voice filled with a rare vulnerability. “I’ve learned my lesson.”“Then,” she said, looking back at Zelda, “please, give my grandson one more chance. I promise it will haunt you if you walk away without trying one last time.”Zelda’s eyes flicked between James and his grandmother. She was
Mortified and annoyed, I pulled away from James, glaring at him. I scrambled off the bed, determined to face the doctors to salvage what was left of my dignity."Wait a minute…" James said, his voice husky."Wait for what?" I snapped. "If I wait any longer, I'll die of embarrassment!" Having the doctors waiting outside was torture enough.But James grabbed my waist, pulling me back against him. "If you go open the door now," he murmured, "we'll be even more embarrassed."He tugged me closer, and I blushed furiously, unable to move, biting my lip."You're injured," I whispered, "why are you still…""The injury isn't there," he replied, a smirk in his voice.He’d just had me on top of him, crying and carrying on. If he hadn’t reacted, there would have been a problem.I was speechless. I tried to cover my tracks, pulling the quilt up and tucking it around him. "You…," I mumbled, turning away, unable to meet his eyes.James looked at my flustered, embarrassed face and cleared his throat.
Zelda"Little one?" James's voice was a low rumble, a flicker of something – amusement? – in his eyes.Even after I practically shoved him away, I couldn't bring myself to tell him. The divorce… leaving… it was all still so tangled in my mind. But now, the word was out. Did it mean things were changing?I nodded, taking his hand and pressing it against my lower abdomen. My own hand trembled."James," I whispered, my voice thick with unshed tears, "Little one is… the nickname I gave the baby. I'm… I'm pregnant. Over three months."The words tumbled out, a dam breaking. I’d been so emotional, so terrified. But he deserved to know. Little one’s father. And what if… what if something happened to him? The thought was a shard of ice in my heart.The regret would be unbearable – for him, for the Little one, for me.But then the fear clamped down again. His past words echoed in my ears: Abort the baby if you're pregnant. His coldness… it was a weight on my soul. I watched his face, searching
The scent… it was him.It flooded my senses, a painful, sweet ache. I froze, though. Terrified. I couldn't move, couldn't bring myself to pull away the hand covering my eyes. What if it wasn't real? What if I opened my eyes and he was gone, just a phantom conjured by my own desperate longing? What if this embrace was just another cruel trick my mind was playing?Tears streamed down my face, silent and hot. Soon, his hand was wet. I felt the shift in him, a ripple of something… was it pain? My heart ached with a dull throb. Especially knowing… knowing about the baby. The thought made the fear twist into something sharper, more desperate.His hand moved, so gently, to my shoulders. He turned me, ever so slowly. Then, his fingers brushed my face, wiping away the tears."Zee," he whispered, his voice so soft, so familiar. "Be good, open your eyes. Brother is here. It's okay."I couldn't. My lashes fluttered, more tears escaping."I'm scared," I choked out. "It's… it's all fake. A hallucin
ChengChen Ting never thought a single day could be so exhausting.Assigned by James Ferguson to be the Women's Director for a day, he had spent the entire time surrounded by the relentless energy of the company's female employees. The experience had drained every ounce of his patience, leaving him on the verge of collapse.Now, he had only one mission: to make sure the CEO succeeds in pursuing his wife as soon as possible—so that his mental state remains stable.It was a matter of survival.So, Cheng didn’t hold back. He went all out, even biting the tip of his tongue to force out a few tears. The moment they fell, he saw Zelda Liamson freeze.For a brief second, her expression was unreadable—like her mind had completely shut down.Then, she sneered."Assistant Cheng," she said slowly, her voice laced with scepticism. "What is James Ferguson up to?"Her gaze sharpened, assessing him."He must have colluded with you."Cheng didn’t even have time to react before she scoffed and continu
"What if I insist on leaving?" I demanded, pushing past the servants.They immediately formed a human wall, blocking my way."Madam," one of them pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I’m a single mother. My child’s father is a gambler and an alcoholic. I have no one to rely on. It’s hard to find a job. Please, have pity on me.""My wife is very kind," the other servant chimed in. "My mother is paralyzed, and I can’t afford to lose my job."I… I was speechless. I knew what it was like to have a gambler and an alcoholic for a parent. I knew what it was like to have a family member who needed constant care. I didn’t know if they were telling the truth, but… it tugged at my heartstrings. I’d always been too soft. Defeated, I turned and went back upstairs.I went to the study, hoping to use the computer, but the internet was down. Exasperated, I left the study, bumping into Aunt Jiang, who was carrying a plate of fruit."Madam," she said gently. "Please don’t go against Mr. Ferguson. Be
I brushed my teeth, James standing beside me, watching. I glanced at him, surprised."Aren't you going to brush your teeth?" I asked, then looked at the toiletries beside mine. And that’s when it hit me. This was the Mansion, our… my and James’s old home. When I left, I’d only packed clothes. Nothing else.And yet, here were all my things: my towel, toothbrush, mouthwash cup, comb, cosmetics… even the two hairbands I always used, hanging on the hook. It was as if I’d never left.No, that wasn’t right. Something had changed. Next to my things were his. His toiletries were placed neatly beside mine. Tall and short, big and small, all in pairs. My things were warm colours; his, cool. But many of them… they were couple’s items. The ones I’d picked out myself, full of my own secret hopes.He’d never slept in the same bed with me. When he came back, which was rare, he always slept in the guest room. His things were always in the guest bathroom. But now… after I’d left… they were here, in th
JamesI carried Zelda back to the villa, her sleep undisturbed. A doctor was waiting in the living room. I nodded to her, a brief acknowledgement, and carried Zelda upstairs, the doctor following close behind. I laid her gently on the bed, then stepped back, whispering to the doctor,"Be gentle. Don't wake her."The doctor, an obstetrician, had been called out late at night. I knew she’d been prepared for some kind of emergency. I’d painted a vague picture of a potential pregnancy complication. But now… the situation was far different than what she’d expected.She nodded a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes and approached the bed to examine Zelda.I watched, my gaze fixed on her, an oppressive weight in my chest. When the doctor finished and came out of the room, I was waiting."How is she?" I asked, my voice tight."Don't worry, Mr. Ferguson," she reassured me."Mrs. Ferguson and the baby are both fine. She's exhausted, though. Very weak. She'll need to take better care of h
JamesThe warmth that had softened my features vanished, replaced by a coldness that mirrored the storm inside me. I lifted her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes were still moist, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen… reminders of what had just happened.But the tenderness I felt, the lingering passion, was instantly extinguished. She was already pulling away, already planning her escape.It was like a bucket of ice water had been thrown over me. The chill seeped into my bones, fueling a white-hot rage.I tightened my grip on her jaw, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl."Back to the airport?" I sneered. "I told you, you're not going anywhere without my permission."Her eyes widened a flicker of confusion and hurt crossing her face. She frowned, wincing slightly at my grip."But… you promised," she stammered. "You said…"I raised an eyebrow, a cruel smile twisting my lips. "That's what you said," I corrected her, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "When did I agree?"****
ZeldaHis kiss stole my breath, leaving me dizzy and unable to think clearly. My mind raced, fear gnawing at me. I was terrified he’d hurt the baby. But then, the memory of that night with Susan Wenger flashed through my mind.The birth control pills he’d forced me to take the next day, his sharp frown, the coldness in his eyes… He’d said if I got pregnant, I’d have to… No. I couldn't gamble with this. I couldn't tell him.He didn't want this baby. He’d made that clear. Every time we… he was so careful. If he knew, he’d… he’d force me to… The image of a cold, sterile operating room flashed before my eyes, and my blood ran cold.I met his gaze, trying to project a strength I didn't feel."No reason," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "We're divorced! You can't do this. And this is a car! Don't be crazy! Please… I don’t want it!"My words didn't faze him. Instead, I saw a flicker of something dangerous in his eyes. His anger was building. He grabbed my chin, his grip tight."Zelda,"