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
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,"