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 back right now. Do you want me to prepare something for you?”
“It’s okay. You can go back to bed,” he replied.
Aunt Chien left quietly, and James made his way to the bedroom, each step weighed down with memories. When he opened the door, he saw traces of Zelda everywhere, in the way the bed was made, the belongings left behind, and the faintest hint of her scent in the room. He checked the closet, and the half-empty shelves were like a slap in the face, one that confirmed she was truly gone.
His gaze then fell on the bedside table, where something of hers was left behind.
It hit him then, harder than he could have expected, Zelda wasn’t coming back. She had meant every word.
There, on the bedside table, was the necklace he had given Zelda. The necklace Zelda never took off, along with both her engagement and wedding ring, lay delicately in a small pile. The jewellery shimmered faintly in the dark room, each piece catching the dim light.
They looked fragile, abandoned. James moved toward the table, reaching out to gather them in his hands. He held them tightly as if somehow they held a memory, a warmth, any last trace of her. These things were precious to Zelda; they had meant everything to her. And if she had left them behind, she was serious, she was really not coming back.
He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, the weight of his decisions pressing upon him. The silence in the room deepened, swallowing him whole as he tried to grapple with what he had done, with what he had allowed to happen.
As he sat there, struggling to believe what had happened, his phone rang, jolting him back to the present. He blinked, disoriented, before reaching into his pocket to answer it. It was his assistant.
"Mr. Ferguson," came the urgent voice on the other end, "I’m calling with an update on your brother Zander. It’s regarding his condition at the hospital."
James’s grip on the phone tightened. His heart sank, the words pulling him from the fog of his own pain and forcing his focus onto yet another pressing reality.
Taking a deep, steadying breath, he replied, "I'll be there shortly," his voice steady but hollow. Placing the jewellery gently back on the bedside table, he turned away.
James rushed to the hospital, urgency flooding his every step. When he reached Zander's doctors, he held his breath, bracing for the routine reassurance that his brother had only caught a cold. But the words that met him were far from what he expected, and his world shifted. His younger brother’s condition was not simple, it was critical.
The news pressed down on him as he watched Zander resting in the hospital bed, his heart heavy with an unfamiliar ache. Sadness clouded his gaze, and suddenly, the anger he'd harboured toward Zelda seemed trivial. He remembered their recent argument, the misunderstandings, and how quick he had been to judge her. With a pang of guilt, he realized how unfairly he had treated her and got suspicious about the torn condom. His mind returned to her, the woman he had so often taken for granted, and he felt the hollow ache of regret.
Unable to bear the silence any longer, he pulled out his phone, and scrolled to Zelda’s number. Hesitating only a moment, he typed:
"Please come back home. It’s not a home without you. I will wait for you.
I miss you."
Then, he pressed Send and returned to his empty home, hoping for a response.
Meanwhile, Zelda lay asleep in her small apartment, only to be stirred by the soft buzz of her phone. Half awake, she glanced at the message and felt her stomach clench. She read James’s words, the man she had once loved.
"Who is he kidding?" she muttered to herself. "Five years, and he was barely ever there. And now he thinks it's a home?" Shaking her head, she scoffed.
She placed the phone back on the nightstand, letting exhaustion pull her back to sleep.
The next morning, Zelda moved through her day without thinking about James. After her morning sessions at work, she felt a tug of worry and decided to check in on Zander.
When Zelda reached the hospital, she met her mother-in-law, who was coming from Zander's ward. "Good morning
….." she said, but before she could finish her sentence, her mother-in-law snapped at her.
"I need to talk to you. Let's go to the coffee shop next to the hospital."
Zelda had nothing to do; this woman had been her foster mother for so long and was also her mother-in-law. So, she followed her. When they got to the coffee shop, they took a table away from the other patrons and ordered cups of coffee. As they sat down, Zelda asked,
"How is Xander doing?"
"Let's stop with the pretence," Hellen said. "I know that you heard me and what I said about Xander's condition. So, you know that it's not just a common cold, right?"
"Yes, I know," Zelda replied. "And I just wanted to tell you, Zander..." But before Zelda could finish what she wanted to say, her mother-in-law interrupted her.
"You have to get pregnant really quick so you can help Xander."
This came as a surprise to her because she thought that her mother-in-law was going to apologize for tricking her into trying to get pregnant. But that didn't seem to be what was going on in her mother-in-law's mind.
"Mother-in-law….."
But then Helen interrupted her again. "You have to make it fast and save Xander's life. We have taken care of you, and now it's time for you to repay us back. What is it? How much do you need? I know James doesn't want a child right now, but you're a woman. I'm sure you can come up with a way to get pregnant quickly. And don't you worry, it won't be for nothing."
"As soon as you start trying, I'll give you 10 million in your bank account. And when you give birth, I'll give you 20 million. When the baby is tested and it happens to be a match to Zander, I'll give you 200 million. If the baby isn't a match for your efforts, I'll give you 100 million. And then maybe you can try again and give me that another."
Zelda looked at her mother-in-law with surprise and shock. She was speaking about her future grandson or granddaughter as if she were not related to her as if that child would be a mere piece of object.
“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
“I want to go see my brother,” Zelda said softly, her voice carrying a sense of quiet determination.James glanced at her, noting the resolve in her eyes. “It’s fine; you can go,” he replied, though his tone was reluctant.“He’s been transported to the other city. I want to go and stay with him while he goes through this treatment.”James’s jaw tightened, but he nodded slowly. “For how long?”“I don’t know,” Zelda replied, her gaze steady. “For as long as he needs me there.”“Zelda, I already told you. I’m not letting you go. You’re not getting a divorce.” James’s tone was firm, almost final, as he continued, “And we already discussed this. I said I’m going to take care of Michael’s hospital bills and find him another specialist. Not just Hammer, he is not the only specialist but someone truly capable. So, you don’t need to go anywhere. Your brother will get the best treatment here, and you’ll stay here with me.”Zelda sat in silence, feeling exhaustion settling in. “I’m so tired, Jam
Zelda stood frozen, unable to read or fully comprehend the scene unfolding before her. Susan was on the floor, clutching her stomach, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at Zelda with an accusatory glare. It was as if Zelda had committed some unforgivable sin, but all she had done was give Susan a reality check—a sharp slap that seemed to have shattered Susan’s carefully crafted illusion.And there was James, kneeling beside Susan, setting down the breakfast he had apparently brought for her. He held her protectively in his arms, his voice soft as he asked her how she was feeling, if she was alright. Zelda felt a surge of pain twist in her chest as she watched them. The warmth in his voice, the concern in his eyes, she hadn’t seen that side of James in so long, and certainly not directed at her.Finally, James looked up at Zelda, his eyes blazing with fury.“What have you done? What did you do to her?” he demanded, his words sharp and accusatory.Zelda held her ground, unsh
Just as Susan began crying louder, a nurse entered the room, trying to soothe her. Chen, sensing the unfolding drama, discreetly slipped out, not wanting any part of it. As he stepped outside, he ran directly into Susan's mother, Mrs. Wenger. She gave him a questioning look, but he avoided eye contact and hurried down the hall toward his boss, James.Inside the ward, Mrs. Wenger found Susan sitting on the bed, tears streaming down her face, as she clutched her cheek and wailed. The nurse continued to try to calm her, but Susan only cried harder, turning her face dramatically toward her mother.“What’s wrong, Susan?” Mrs. Wenger asked, concerned. She examined the cheek Susan was clutching but saw nothing unusual. “What happened? What’s wrong with your cheek?”Susan’s voice trembled as she sobbed louder. “Can’t you see it? Zelda…she hates me!”Mrs Wenger’s face twisted with confusion. “Who hates you? What’s going on, Susan?”Susan continued to sob, barely coherent, until her mother fina
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