After sending her message, Vespera dozed off waiting for Alaric's reply.Meanwhile, Alaric walked into the bar and found Elowen crying in the private room. "What's all this about?" he asked, frowning."Are you just going to ignore me forever?" Elowen looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.Alaric gave her a cold look. "You're worried about that now? Weren't you happy enough taking Vespera's position?""It's not like that!" Elowen sniffled. "I just... I just wanted what I deserved. I'm a designer too!""Right, Miss Designer," Alaric sneered. "And getting what you deserve means taking what belongs to others?""How can you say that? You know I'm not like that!" Elowen cried, grabbing his sleeve.Alaric shook her off. "No, I don't know what you're like anymore. I thought you were still that sweet, innocent girl from childhood. But I was wrong. You're fake, selfish, manipulative, even cruel - stirring up trouble between Heath and Aurora while playing the victim with me. You're not the Elow
Why would he be at a bar so late looking for someone? With Heath and Lysander out of the city, and Zane under Soraya's constant watch, who else could Alaric possibly be meeting?Vespera gave a bitter smile. She realized she had no idea who Alaric's other friends were. When he wasn't at home or at office, she never knew where he went. Yet somehow he always seemed to know exactly where to find her. She had laid herself bare before him while remaining completely in the dark about who he really was.She tossed aside her phone, only for a new notification to pop up - a social media check-in from Elowen at a bar, posted just fifteen minutes ago.Suddenly, Vespera let out a hollow laugh. Now she understood the source of that mixture of alcohol and perfume she'd smelled on him. The late-night bar visit made perfect sense now. How utterly predictable - the same old patterns, the same old lies.Though perhaps "lies" wasn't quite right this time. He hadn't actually lied, and she hadn't pressed h
After dinner, Vespera quickly wiped her mouth, mumbled something about needing to run an errand, grabbed her bag, and rushed out. Alaric, watching her leave, thought she must be going stir-crazy from being cooped up at home, so maybe getting out for a bit would do her some good. But then he remembered Evelyn and her persistent meddling, so he discreetly sent two bodyguards to follow Vespera.Alaric sat down to browse the latest news. Not long after, a servant rushed in, announcing, “Zane’s back!”Alaric blinked and saw Zane stride into the living room. “Oh? Soraya finally let you go?”Zane kicked off his shoes, collapsed onto the couch, and groaned, “Don’t even mention that woman. She makes me sick. If it weren’t for Cheryl, I’d have tossed her off the balcony ages ago!”Alaric chuckled, “Soraya’s a goddess to some, you know. What’s she done to make you hate her so much?”Zane rolled his eyes. “Elowen’s someone else’s goddess, too, and yet you can’t stand her either.”Alaric’s express
Vespera had already stepped into the hospital. She had her number in hand and was waiting in line. When the bodyguards came in, she was sitting on a chair, staring blankly. Since walking into the hospital, she had felt numb—like a shell of a person. She didn’t want to talk or think, just sat there, her mind in turmoil.She wanted the baby. She wanted to take care of it. But the thought of bringing this life into the world, only to face the stigma that would follow, made her hesitate. As much as it hurt her, she knew the consequences of keeping the child.One of the bodyguards caught up with her and said, “Miss, Mr. Strider asked you to come home.”Vespera blinked in surprise, replying, “He sent you to follow me?”The bodyguards exchanged glances before one replied, “No, no… not to follow you. He asked us to protect you.”“Oh,” Vespera lowered her head, “Then wait here.”Just as she spoke, her number was called. She stood up and walked towards the room. The bodyguards rushed to stop he
Alaric loosened his shirt collar, glaring at Vespera as he tried to hold back his anger. “Have you completely lost your mind? You went behind my back to get an abortion?!”Vespera glanced at him blankly. “I didn’t. I wasn’t even pregnant.”Alaric just stared at her. “…”He was so frustrated he could practically feel the blood boiling inside him. Was that really the point? She’d gone to have an abortion, even if it hadn’t happened. And then there was the fact she wasn’t pregnant at all—and that she thought she had been but hadn’t told him!Alaric’s mind was spinning. He couldn’t even decide what mattered most anymore. His brain felt like it had been hit by a bomb. First, learning she was supposedly pregnant, then thinking back to their night together, then hearing she’d gone to abort the baby, and finally finding out she hadn’t been pregnant at all. It was like four bombs had exploded in his head in one day.He sat down on the couch, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself before loo
Vespera stared at Alaric, momentarily speechless. Alaric smiled gently, nudging the spoon toward her. “Time to eat,” he said.She opened her mouth, accepting a spoonful of porridge. Alaric looked genuinely happy, feeding her a few more bites and offering some side dishes along the way. This meal stretched to nearly half an hour, remarkably without any arguments. Alaric would occasionally chat with Vespera, and she’d respond, surprisingly at ease.After they finished, Alaric tidied up and said, “Rest here; I’ll bring you some milkshake.”Vespera nodded, watching as he carried the tray out. She felt a bit off-balance. Was Alaric apologizing? Was he actually changing? This pampered heir, known for his luxury and pride, had never cared for anyone like this before, let alone admitted fault.As Vespera pondered, she remembered Alaric's recent words. Did he really no longer care for Elowen? If he didn’t, why did he go to the bar to see her? And if he knew she was pregnant, why did he propose
Lately, Vespera has harbored a lot of resentment toward Alaric, convinced he's unreliable, unstable, and dishonest with her. She feels he’s always tangled up with Elowen, that he doesn't understand her, and she can’t seem to see anything good in him—without ever stopping to look at her own flaws.Maybe Alaric really is just an immature guy who struggles with a lot of things, constantly leaving her feeling disappointed and hurt. But is she really so blameless?Standing back, Vespera realizes she’s actually been a pretty lousy girlfriend. Alaric’s dishonesty? A response to her sensitivity—he hides things to avoid hurting her. His lack of understanding? Because she never clearly expresses what she wants. As for Elowen… that’s a whole other mystery, one she’s never really tried to unravel.The first time they nearly broke up, it was over some photos Yvonne posted. She hadn’t even asked Alaric for an explanation; she’d just condemned him on the spot. The second time, it was the smell of sm
Alaric stood in his office, with Elowen right in front of him, her hand tugging at his tie, a faint smirk hidden beneath her slightly indignant expression.Seeing the scene, Vespera nearly turned around and left right then and there. But she reminded herself of her purpose for coming today. She was done hiding from Elowen. Even if Alaric wasn’t hers in the end, she’d be damned if he ended up with someone like Elowen.So Vespera strode into the office, fixed her gaze on them, and asked, “What’s going on here?”At the sound of her voice, Alaric spun around, fumbling to free his tie from Elowen’s grip. But Elowen held tight, glancing over at Vespera with a slight smile. “Miss Thornfield? You’re here?”Vespera closed the door behind her, gave a slight nod, and asked again, “What exactly is this about?”Elowen smirked. “Oh, it’s nothing. I just wanted to ask Alaric if I could borrow a few people to help promote my new fashion line. Not sure if he’s on board with it, though.”“Not a chance,