“I should have known that fool would side with Jessica. What a punk.” Ethan said as he walked out of the club. He always knew that somewhere deep down in Kelvin’s heart he felt something for Jessica but couldn’t speak up because she was with him.
Somehow, Ethan’s mind was ravaged with questions and thoughts about divorcing Jessica for Olivia. He knew she was high maintenance and loved all the expensive things of life and she was about to become his wife so he was willing to take up the challenge. Jessica was a good wife, always there for him even though he never truly needed her or cared for her. She made sure he was happy even when it was at the expense of her own happiness. What a pity. He decided to return back to his home after a sour celebration with his friend, Kelvin, to be with the woman his heart longed for. He decided to stop by a flower shop to pick up flowers for the woman who carried his child in her womb. To him, no one else cared and loved him like she did, not even his parents else they wouldn’t have arranged for a marriage with Jessica who he didn’t love one bit. When he arrived home, Olivia opened the door and ran towards him, her knight in shining armor had returned. She had been expecting his return and was glad to see him with the flowers and gifts in his arms. “Babe!” Olivia happily screamed as she saw the beautiful things Ethan had gotten for her. She looked like a baby that was glad to see her dad after a long day away from him. “Hey beautiful.” He said as he planted a kiss on her fore head. “Go easy on yourself, you know you’re carrying the next heir to our empire.” “Our empire?” she asked as her eyes shone brightly in surprise to the statement he had just made. “Of course. Whatever I have is yours.” Ethan replied with a smirk on his face as he tugged on her cheek with his hand. Ethan held onto the gifts as she took the flowers away from him to have a scent of it. He led her into their home as gentle as possible because he wanted no complications to happen. He still knew he had to talk and prep her for the events that were about to unfold in the coming days. “Love? Do you have a minute?” Ethan asked his soon to be bride and led her to sofa for a conversation. “Is everything okay, pookie?.” She responded with frown on her face as she pouted her lips like a child. “My parents. They are gonna kick against us, so I need you to be prepared to fight for us. No matter what.” Ethan mumbled as he spoke to her hoping she wouldn’t give up on what they had as he had already fallen deeply in love. “Pookie, you should know that I’m not so easy to chase away. I’ll stand by your side and fight for us no matter what.” Olivia reassured him as she held his chin in her hand and played with his beards. “Alrigth that’s good to know. I received a text from the family lawyer saying he would be sending the divorce documents to me.” Ethan announced to Olivia who was visibly surprised that it was happening so fast. “Does that mean Jessica already signed it?” she asked, nudging him to give her a quick answer. “Yes, yes, yes. Relax love.” He answered happily and watched her face light up with joy as she heard his reply. Olivia reached out for a hug as she realized that her competition had decided to leave so she could assume the role of Ethan’s wife. She looked into his eyes and mumbled “I love you” under her breath before flicking her fingers on his lips as if wiping something off it. This is all she had wanted for the past five years and it was finally happening and she was going to have a child to boast with. “We are going to come out on top after this divorce. I will always be by your side making you happy everyday.” Olivia declared, holding Ethan’s hand firmly. Ethan loved this about Olivia, she knew how to motivate him when he was sad and knew just the right words to say to make him feel better. She always made sure she showed him that her stance was with him whenever they had any sort of problem.The evening light slanted through the half-drawn curtains, drawing gold lines across Jessica’s bedroom wall. She sat on the edge of her bed, the cream envelope resting heavy on her lap like a decision she didn’t want to make. Her thumb kept tracing the raised letters of the Mitchell name, over and over, until the motion felt like punishment.The door creaked softly. Janet, her mother, stepped in, her voice low. “Still thinking about it?”Jessica didn’t look up. “Thinking, regretting, overthinking. It’s one of them or maybe all?”Janet smiled faintly and sat beside her, the mattress dipping slightly. “You’ve been staring at that thing for almost an hour.”Jessica sighed, setting the envelope aside. “I’m scared, Mom.”“Of what?” Janet asked gently.“Not the trip,” Jessica said in a quiet voice. “Of what it means if I say yes.” She picked at the corner of the envelope. “Every time I start trusting him again, he proves and gives me reasons why I shouldn’t.”Janet watched her daugh
The hum of orchestral music filled the air in Jessica’s studio, was alive with colour, bolts of silk spilling over tables, the scent of fabric glue and coffee blending in the air. She leaned over her sketchpad, pencil gliding quickly as she murmured to her assistant, “Tell Maya to adjust the hemline by half an inch on this dress.”A knock followed almost instantly.“Ma’am,” her assistant said from the doorway, slightly breathless. “There’s a man here. He says his name is Mr Ethan Mitchell, and he is here to see you.”Jessica froze. Her pencil paused mid-stroke. “Did you say...?”“Yes, ma’am. Mr Mitchell.”A dozen emotions formed in her chest. “Goddamn it. Send him in,” she muttered, her tone cool, clipped.Ethan stepped inside, looking oddly out of place among all the pastels and chiffon hanging around. His suit was dark, his presence heavier than the air itself. “This is a nice setup, Griselda.” he mocked, scanning the mannequins and the photos pinned to the mood board. “You’ve
The morning air was cold enough to sting. Dew clung to the windshield as Ethan parked across from the Johnson residence, his engine ticking softly in the silence. Avery’s doll, with its frayed yarn hair, was beside him on the passenger seat like a silent witness.He turned it over in his hands, thumb brushing the crooked smile stitched across its face. “You really forgot your favourite doll, kiddo.”For a moment, he just sat there, gripping the steering wheel as he prepared to go in. Every instinct told him to leave it with the guard, to avoid another confrontation now that Jessica’s parents were home. He exhaled, grabbed the doll, and stepped out. The gravel crunched under his shoes.When he knocked, the door opened not to Jessica, but Joseph.Jessica’s father filled the doorway in a dark sweater, his silver hair well-combed out. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp enough to cut glass.Ethan forced a polite smile. “Good morning, Mr Johnson.” He held up the
The buzzing of voices in the auditorium dropped as the principal stepped back up to the microphone. “Parents, teachers, and students,” he announced, his voice echoing through the hall, “thank you all for your hard work and creativity. Today has been extraordinary. But as with every competition, there can only be one winner.”The audience leaned forward in anticipation. Jessica straightened in her seat, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Beside her, Janet dabbed her eyes with a tissue, while Joseph’s arm rested protectively across the back of his wife’s chair. Ethan sat at the edge of his seat, his hands clasped together, every muscle in his body tensed as if he were the one being judged.“Third runner-up…” the principal read, pausing for effect. Cheers rose from the crowd as a small boy trotted on stage to collect his ribbon. Then came the announcement for second runner-up, and another child beamed proudly as applause filled the air.Jessica’s breath caught. Her eyes darted towar
Ethan picked up and lifted Avery high into the air, spinning her once as her giggles rang through the school yard. Her glittery face shone bright in the sunlight, little stars pasted carefully on her cheeks, and the purple dress flared around her knees like a ballerina's skirt.“Wow, look at you,” Ethan said, beaming as he settled her on his hip. “My princess. Purple’s definitely your colour. And those glitter stars, did you do that yourself?”Avery giggled, shaking her head so her pigtails bounced. “Mommy helped! But I picked the purple. Purple makes me happy!”Ethan kissed her cheek. “You’re right. You shine brighter than everybody here.”She leaned close to whisper in his ear. “Do you think the judges will like my butterflies?”“They’re gonna love them, baby girl” Ethan promised, his voice soft but firm. “Just like I do.”Jessica watched from a few feet away, her parents beside her. The warmth in Ethan’s voice twisted something inside her, but she stood straighter when he app
The morning air had the smell of coffee and toast in it, the hum of chatter filling the dining room as Joseph read the news on his iPad and Janet fussed with her teacup. Jessica paced lightly between the kitchen and dining table, straightening napkins more than once, her nerves barely hidden.The sound of small footsteps pattered on the stairs. All eyes turned as Avery appeared at the top, holding her project board proudly to her chest. Her eyes sparkled, though her lips pressed tight in a nervous smile.Joseph immediately sprang up to his feet, clapping his hands together so loudly that Avery giggled. “Damn! Take a look at our little champion!” he boomed, his grin as wide as the morning sun.Janet rushed over, crouching low as Avery reached the bottom step. She smoothed her granddaughter’s collar, tilting her head to admire her. “You look like the smartest girl in the whole school,” she said warmly.Avery’s cheeks pinked under the attention. She glanced toward her mother, half sh