Evan’s POVSomething is wrong with Phillippa, and I can’t tell what it is. She’s been acting very strangely as of late, and I genuinely don’t know why she’s changed so much. It’s not that she’s out of love with me; it’s that she’s quiet. Occasionally, I’ll catch her staring at me, too. It’s the most uncanny thing ever, and makes me unsure of what the hell is happening. I can positively say that ever since Julius died, she hasn’t been in the right state of mind at all. Her grandfather meant a lot to her, and I’m sure she thought that she would still have a few good years with him. I don’t regret what I’ve done at all, though, even if my actions mean that she’s hurt. Maybe it’s unfair to blame the shift in our relationship on her. It would be very cowardly of me to do so. I’m saying this because I’ve changed myself. Most of the time, I find myself thinking about Leo, and when that happens, it’s very easy for me to forget that Phillippa even exists. That woman has altered my life co
More and more people keep showing up and it's starting to make my head hurt. I'm tired of hearing the condolences. I'm tired of the many heartfelt words that people are pouring down on me. I just want to be able to grieve the death of my parents in peace. Is that too much to ask? It's been a week since the car crash and my heart is still heavy with pain. I don't think this pain will ever go away. They were the only people I had in my life and I feel lost without them. Utterly lost. What do I do in this big house? How will I manage the estate and the company all by myself? Anthony, my father's best friend, promises that he'll help me and that he'll never leave my side and to be honest, I don't know what I would've done without him. He's been there for as long as I can remember and my father trusted him. I should trust him, too. The last guests leave and I show them the door. I force a smile on my face and allow myself to feel grateful because at least they were the only ones who
“Leo," Anthony says as he follows me around the room. His voice is dripping with disbelief. "You can't be serious. I refuse to believe that you're saying this to me." "Well, it's the truth," I answer as calmly as possible. He pauses and runs his hand down his face. His eyes are wide as he beholds me. "But you barely know the guy! You don't know anything about him. You're seriously serious about marrying him? After only a month of knowing him?" I check my reflection in the mirror one last time before stepping back. My hair is in a half-updo and the rest of it is hanging low, nearly down to my butt. My makeup up is simplistic but my lips are a dark red color that my makeup artist told me suits me well. The baby pink dress I'm wearing is simple and perfect for the event. I didn't want anything over the top. It's a very small engagement party. Anthony is still staring at me. I still haven't answered him. "Leonora." I turn my head slowly to look at him. "I don't know what yo
The day of our wedding arrives, and I couldn't be happier. I'm over the moon. It's finally happening. It felt like waiting endlessly for the best day of my life and now that it's here, I just want it to happen so I can experience all the things I've been dreaming of ever since he asked to marry me. Tonight will be a full moon, so the date is auspicious. Oddly enough, our wedding ceremony is even smaller than our engagement party. The only guests are Anthony, his uncle Charlie, and some of the staff from our house. Well, the ones who could come. Anthony will be the one to walk me down the aisle of the small chapel. I thought I'd go alone but he insisted last minute, claiming that he didn't want me to do this alone. I appreciate him for it even though I don't agree with how he treats Evan. We're standing at the door. I'm in my wedding dress, which is a mermaid-style dress that huge my slim body perfectly. The sleeves are made of lace and are long, and I have a long veil trailing beh
I sit up, holding the sheets up to my neck. I look around the room but don’t spot him. “Evan?” I say loudly. No answer. Could it be that he went downstairs for some reason? My concern gets me to my feet and I walk into the bathroom. I have to shower and then throw some clothes on. Perhaps by the time I’m done, he’ll come back. I spend only five minutes in the shower. Yesterday feels like a fever dream but I don’t dwell on it too much. I’m too distracted by the fact that Evan isn’t here. I know it’s ridiculous to feel this magnitude of concern but this is our first morning as a married couple. He should’ve been here when I woke up. That makes me a little upset. I open my briefcase and opt to wear a long, flowy dress. I meant to wear this to breakfast. I finish getting ready and Evan still isn’t back. I place my hand on my hip and then decide to call him. I’m sure he took his phone with him. I sit on the edge of the unmade bed and hold the phone against my ear. I frown when I he
My mouth is as dry as the desert.Anthony still hasn’t turned around to face me. His back is facing me but his whole body has gone rigid. I’m paralyzed with shock. No, he can’t be implying that Evan ran away with all my money. That can’t be it because I know the man I married and he isn’t like that. He’s kind and honest. He gave me a bag full of money when he could’ve taken it all for himself and I would never know anything about it. Anthony finally turns back around. The way he’s looking at me breaks my heart and makes me angry at the same time. He’s always assumed the worst of Evan. I say, “Stop it, Anthony. Just stop.”He strides toward me and then hands his card to the receptionist. He says, “I’ll take care of the bill. Don’t worry about it.”I stand aside, humiliated and angry at him. Angry that he would assume such a thing.He grabs my bags and helps me load them in the car. I’m mildly aware of my hands shaking. He closes the trunk and then turns to look at me again, that str
The damage is bigger than any of us could’ve guessed. Evan cleaned out all my bank accounts. Every cent that belonged to my parents is now in his hands. He sold the shares of the company about a week ago and someone bought me out of the company, which means I have nothing. The company that my parents built from the ground up now belongs to someone else. It was all done legally because he signed for me, and so I have no way of getting it all back. “Because his actions have led to financial harm, we can legally challenge him and get him to give you back a portion of the money, but for that, we have to locate him. Do you have any idea of where he might be?”That’s the question everyone keeps asking me. I don’t know where he is or where I might find him. The world is huge. He could be anywhere right now. Anywhere. The only thing the asshole didn’t sell was my family home. It’s still with me. Anthony says that I should sell it before he does, and overall, it’s the best decision becaus
Eight months later, I bring my baby boy home from the hospital.Everything went well and he's a healthy baby boy. From the first trimester, I settled on a name. Victor. His name is Victor Bardwell. It's a name I've always loved and I think it suits him well enough.It's been almost a year since I last saw Evan. However, I haven't stopped thinking about him and with every day that passes, I feel certain of what I want the outcome of this situation to be. That asshole. To take all my money and leave me pregnant with his child is...I don't even have words for how foul that is. I'm beyond the point of heartbreak. Every time I look at Victor's face, I'm filled with a newfound strength. I'll have to face all of this for him. I'll have to fight hard to give him a better life. If my prospects were bad before I found out o was pregnant then I don't want to know what they're looking like now.If it weren't for Anthony's support, I don't know what would've become of me. During the pregnancy, I