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! Thanks for thinking of me."
When Zelda entered the children’s classroom, she quickly found herself captivated. They were brimming with energy, full of ideas, and eager to learn, making the experience refreshing and so much fun. Their eagerness and creativity reminded her of why she loved fashion and design.
After her evening class, she went to see the manager. "I’d love to take the children’s class position," she said with a smile.
The manager beamed back at her. "Perfect! I’ve already heard great feedback from the kids, and the parents seem thrilled, too. You’re a natural."
Zelda left the institute feeling very happy. This new role came at the perfect time, giving her a way to support herself and her brother while doing something she truly enjoyed. This job felt like a sign from God.
*****
Zelda went to see her brother-in-law, Zander, since she hadn’t been able to visit him since the previous day, when she’d overheard her mother-in-law, Helen Ferguson, plotting to manipulate her. Helen had acted like she was finally welcoming Zelda as a true daughter-in-law, but Zelda now knew better. He only wanted her to produce a blood bag.
She cared deeply for Zander and would do anything for him, but the thought of being deceived by Helen hurt her deeply.
When Zelda arrived at the hospital, she found Zander being his usual mischievous self, refusing to eat and giving the staff a hard time. The nurse and a maid were trying to coax him into taking a bite, but he wasn’t having any of it.
Zelda knocked softly before stepping in with a smile.
"What's all this fuss about, Zander?" she asked warmly.
“This young man refuses to eat his food.“ The nurse answered, looking at Zander pointedly.
Zander, noticing her, grinned and pointed at the nurse. “I like this one. She’s cute and knows I’m a man, not some little boy!”
With a smirk, Zelda teased him, “Then if you’re a man, you don’t need anyone to feed you, right? You can eat on your own.”
The maid looked relieved. “I’m so glad you’re here, Miss Zelda. Let me take a quick break. I’ll come back soon,” she said, leaving.
As the nurse checked Zander’s chart and quietly slipped out, Zander turned his gaze to the window, pretending to be hurt.
“Sister-in-law, you brought me here and then just left me yesterday,” he pouted.
"I'm so sorry, Xander. I know I didn’t say goodbye yesterday, but I made sure your mom and your brother were here,” Zelda apologized, moving closer to him.
Xander crossed his arms, still pouting. “You didn’t even come to say goodbye,” he muttered dramatically.
Zelda leaned in, pinched his cheek playfully, and planted a quick kiss on his forehead.
“I’m really sorry, will you forgive me?”
He looked up at her. “I don’t believe you.”
With a smile, Zelda reached into her bag, pulling out a small cake box. She held it just out of his reach, teasingly.
“Hmm, I don’t know what’s in here. But if you forgive me, maybe you can find out.”
Xander's eyes lit up, and he leaned closer, eyeing the box. “What’s that?”
Zelda raised an eyebrow, her tone sing-songy. “Better decide fast before your mom catches us. She wouldn’t like what’s in here.”
“Okay, okay, I forgive you!” Xander grinned, grabbing the box eagerly.
He opened it to find the chocolate cake and gasped in delight.
“You brought me chocolate cake?”
Zelda smirked, putting a finger to her lips. “Keep it down, or everyone will know. Now hurry and eat it before we get caught.”
Xander nodded and started wolfing down the cake, but before he could finish, they both froze as a voice came from the doorway.
“What are you two up to?”
James stood there, eyeing them both suspiciously. Xander stuffed the rest of the cake into his mouth, trying to act innocent as he wiped chocolate from his face.
“Nothing, nothing!”
James narrowed his eyes at Zelda. “What did you give him?”
Zelda shrugged nonchalantly. “Like he said, nothing. Just some fruit for a balanced diet,” she replied. “Speaking of which, I’ll go prepare you some fruit,” she added, heading into the small hospital kitchen.
Behind her, she heard Xander whispering to his brother. “What did you do now?”
“What are you talking about, you little brat?” James asked, exasperated.
“You must’ve upset her again. If you keep it up and she leaves, don’t come crying to me.”
James scoffed. “Why would I ever come crying to you? What could you do to help me?”
Xander leaned back smugly. “Because she loves me, obviously. If you ever want her to forgive you, I’m the only one who can put in a good word for you. She only married you because you’re older than me, but no worries. When I’m older, and she’s finally left you, I’ll be there to marry her.”
Zelda stifled a laugh from the kitchen when she heard Xander yelp, clearly having earned a flick or poke from his brother.
Returning to the room, Zelda placed a bowl of fruit on the table next to Xander and smiled, she took her bag and leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Xander's forehead.
“Are you leaving?” Xander asked, his voice tinged with a hint of hurt.
“Yeah, I’ve been up since morning, and I need to get some rest. But I'll be back to see you tomorrow,” she replied, smiling softly to reassure him.
Xander turned his gaze to James, a glint in his eyes. “Are you leaving without my brother?” he asked.
Zelda shot a quick glance at James, who met her gaze “Of course not,” James replied. “We are going back home. Why do you think I came here? I came to take my wife home.”
Xander grinned, lighting up his face.
“Aha, you’re afraid of leaving your wife with me, aren’t you? You know she’ll leave you and be with me someday.”
“Zelda would never leave me,” James replied confidently.
Zelda looked over at him, caught off guard by his certainty. 'Is that what you think?' she thought, surprised.
But she kept her thoughts to herself.
“Just keep on saying that,” Xander muttered with a knowing look, “but if you hurt her, you’re going to regret it.”
“Shut up, you little brat,” James chastised him. But his tone was gentle as he took Zelda’s hand and started leading her out of the room.
When they stepped out of the room, James noticed a nurse wheeling a cart of equipment into Zander’s room to draw blood. His eyes narrowed, and he turned to his assistant Chen Ting.
"Look into why Zander’s having blood drawn every day. It’s just a cold." He instructed and continued pulling Zelda with him.
Zelda wanted to pull her hand away, to break free of his touch, but she allowed him to lead her, not wanting Xander to see anything unusual or suspect the reality of their relationship.
They walked in silence until they reached the hallway, far enough from Xander’s room for her to finally voice her frustration.
When they were alone in the corridor, Zelda pulled her hand from his grasp, her voice steady yet firm. “It’s enough.”
James looked at her, his expression unreadable as he let out a bitter laugh. “What’s enough?”
She took a deep breath, finding the strength to hold her ground. “I’m fine here. I don’t need you to take me home. I am not going with you.”
A flicker of disbelief crossed his face. “I’ll take you home,” he insisted, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.
Zelda steadied herself. “I don’t want to go back there, James. I’ve already left. I served you with the divorce papers; all that’s left is for you to sign them and finalize things. I already took my things from the house.”
A cold anger settled over James's face as he laughed harshly, his expression hardening. “What are you saying?”
She met his gaze, her voice calm. “I’m saying I meant what I did. I’m not coming back from this, James. All I’m waiting for is for you to sign the papers so we can finalize the divorce.”
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
Zelda stood frozen, heart pounding in disbelief. Had she really heard what she thought she’d heard? The conversation between James and his father replayed in her mind, each word sinking deeper. Was everything James had done, bringing his grandmother, asking for forgiveness, pleading for another chance…all just a calculated move to protect his company?A chill washed over her as she pressed a hand to her heart, tears beginning to well in her eyes. She felt herself spiralling, the happiness she’d clung to just moments ago crumbling. It had all been a lie, an illusion that shattered in an instant.Suddenly, her phone rang. She picked it up absentmindedly, barely noticing the caller ID."Zelda?" a familiar voice spoke.It took her a moment to recognize it. "Oh, Hammer," she replied, trying to steady her voice. “Hello. How are you? Is my brother okay? Is Michael okay?”“Don’t worry. Your brother is fine. He passed through the procedure with flying colours,” Hammer reassured her gently. "Ac
"James, what did you do to this poor young lady again?" the grandmother asked, unable to keep her thoughts to herself any longer."Nothing, Grandma. We’re fine," James replied, taking Zelda's hand in his and resting it on the table for everyone to see.Zelda's first instinct was to pull her hand away, but, sensing the eyes around the table, she let it stay, suppressing her frustration."You are very lucky to have Zelda as your wife," the grandmother continued, her voice firm but filled with warmth. "I hope you know that, James, and that you cherish her. Because if you lose her, I don’t know what will become of you.""I know that, Grandma," James said, his voice lowering with a hint of acknowledgement.But Helen, unable to hold back, interjected, "What’s so special about Zelda? She should be grateful James even married her. There are countless women who’d love to be in her position. She’s the lucky one here, and honestly, she isn’t even close to James’s level."The grandmother's eyes 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
JamesI carried Susan outside, my arms stiff as I tried to ignore the ache building in my chest. As soon as I stepped into the open air, I spotted Chang already waiting by the car. Without hesitation, I shifted her weight into his arms.“Take Ms. Wenger to the hospital,” I instructed, my voice clipped. “Make sure she gets all the medical attention she needs.”Susan clung to my shirt like her life depended on it, her grip weak but persistent. She tilted her face up, her expression pitiful.“James, please… don’t leave me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.I didn’t reply. I didn’t even look at her. What could I say to her at this moment? Chang stepped in, his calm professionalism cutting through the tension.“Ms. Wenger,” he said firmly, “Mr. Ferguson has entrusted me to assist you. Please, allow me to help you to the hospital. His wounded arm hasn't healed yet.”Susan paled, her fingers loosening on my shirt. She let go, defeated, and murmured, “I’m sorry, James. I didn’t mean t
Jian nodded, and we headed off, not knowing what awaited us.We moved toward the growing crowd outside the jewellery store, curiosity driving us. To my astonishment, a sea of people stood there, phones raised, taking videos and pictures. Jeanne gripped my hand, pulling me through the throng to see what had caused the commotion.The sharp cries of a woman pierced through the buzz of the crowd. As we broke through the front line, the scene before us was shocking. Xander stood at the centre, a hammer clutched tightly in his hand, his face a mask of rage. Nearby, Susan was restrained by two of Xander's bodyguards, each gripping one of her arms as she struggled and screamed.“How dare you take my sister-in-law’s family heirloom?” Xander bellowed, his voice echoing through the store. “She is the first sister-in-law and the rightful heir. She’s the one who deserves it. How did you get it? How did you come to possess it?”Susan thrashed against the grip of the bodyguards. “Leave me alone, Xan