ELARA’S POV
“So, when are you going to tell your husband?” Dr. Rivers asks, her tone laced with concern, but not without the familiarity of someone who knows me well enough to press for answers. “I’ll tell him soon,” I reply with a soft laugh, even though she can’t see the forced smile stretching across my face. Four days ago, I found out I was six weeks pregnant, and it still feels surreal. Nate and I have been trying for almost a year. After every negative test, I tried not to lose hope, but disappointment clung to me like a shadow. When my period was late this time, I didn’t let myself get excited. I went to the clinic for confirmation, too afraid to believe the two faint lines on the home test. And then Dr. Rivers confirmed it. I’m pregnant. A little flutter stirs in my chest just thinking about it. I’ve imagined this moment so many times, telling Nate, seeing his face light up, the overwhelming joy of knowing we finally made it. But my joy comes with an undercurrent of worry. “There’s something else,” Dr. Rivers had said at the clinic, her tone soft yet serious. “Your uterine lining is very thin. There’s a high chance of complications, Elara.” She explained that I’d need regular monitoring, possibly bed rest. If we want to protect this pregnancy, Nate and I will need to attend her clinic together. He’ll have to sign some documents before we move forward with any treatment plans. “You can’t put this off for long,” Dr. Rivers urges again now, her voice gently prodding. “I need to start you on medication at your next appointment. It’s really important.” “I know,” I say quickly, my voice tight with guilt. “I will tell him. I promise.” “Elara…” Her tone carries that familiar warning, like she knows I might not follow through. “I swear, I’ll tell him tonight.” I inhale deeply, trying to sound more confident than I feel. “It’s our anniversary. I’ll give him the big news over dinner. I want it to be special.” There’s a pause on the other end, and then she softens. “Well, happy anniversary! I hope it’s everything you want it to be.” “Thank you—” “Elara Lilith!” my mother’s voice bellows from the kitchen, pulling me back to reality. “I’ve got to go, Rivers,” I say quickly. “I’ll see you soon.” “Don’t forget, no excuses this time.” “I won’t,” I promise and hang up before she can say anything else. I hurry toward the kitchen, heart pounding in my chest. “If you dragged me here for anything other than that casserole, I’m going to be very annoyed,” my mother says the moment I step into the room. She sits on the kitchen island, legs crossed, holding a glass of wine as if she’s a queen surveying her domain. “Mom!” I gasp, rushing to the stove just in time to save the potatoes from burning. “You couldn’t turn off the burner? What if they burned?” She shrugs without a trace of guilt. “Well, you weren’t too worried about them while you were off whispering God knows what to who ever it was you were on the phone with.” Heat floods my cheeks. I haven’t told anyone about the pregnancy yet not even my mom. I wanted Nate to be the first to know. “I only agreed to help with the casserole because it’s for your anniversary,” she grumbles, swirling her wine. “I can’t believe you’re making me cook for a man.” “Mom!” I laugh, giving the potatoes a final stir. “You know my rule, men do not deserve my culinary genius,” she adds, sipping from her glass like she’s reciting gospel. I shake my head, amused. “Nate isn’t just any man though, he’s your son-in-law.” “Only because you married him,” she says with a huff, though there’s a twinkle of affection in her eye. Despite her complaints, she spent the entire afternoon perfecting the casserole. My mom isn’t just any cook she’s a five-star chef with four Michelin stars to her name, and she takes every opportunity to remind people of that. “Well, if Nate gets an exception, maybe other men will, too,” I tease. “Say something like that again, and I’ll leave you to finish the casserole alone,” she threatens, though her grin gives her away. She places her empty wine glass on the counter and i stare the nearly finished meal. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out tonight? I could always pull some strings at the restaurant for you.” “No, thanks,” I say, arranging the plates on the dinning table. “This year, I wanted something a little more intimate just the two of us. No distractions, no waiters.” My mom arches a brow. “Sometimes I think you were switched at birth. There’s no way someone with my DNA prefers home cooked meals over a five star dining experience.” I laugh, nudging her playfully. “I guess you’ll just have to accept that I’m a hopeless romantic.” Her phone buzzes on the counter, and she glances at the screen with a sigh. “I need to take this.” She steps into the living room, leaving me to finish setting the table. After a few minutes, she reappears, purse slung over her shoulder. “I have to run, sweetheart. Something came up at the restaurant Alejandro’s messing things up again.” I try to hide my disappointment. “Already? Can’t you stay a little longer?” “Sorry, honey. Duty calls.” She grabs my car keys from the hook by the door. “Happy anniversary, sweetheart,” she says, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. “Thanks—” The door shuts behind her before I can finish. I stand there for a moment, letting out a small sigh. I was hoping she’d stay longer, but I knew better than to expect it. At least she helped with the casserole. With everything ready, I head upstairs to get dressed. Nate will be home soon. I pull out a short red dress, his favorite and carefully apply some makeup. After brushing my hair, I glance at myself in the mirror and smile. Tonight is going to be perfect. On the dresser sits a small brown envelope: the one with the test results inside. I pick it up, my heart thumping with anticipation. In just a few minutes , Nate will know. The sound of the front door opening makes my heart leap. I rush out of the room, clutching the envelope tightly in my hands. At the top of the stairs, I spot him Nate, standing in the entryway, still in his black suit. His brown hair is slightly tousled, and the weariness in his eyes tells me it’s been a long day. “Nate!” I call out, practically flying down the stairs to greet him. I wrap my arms around him, inhaling the familiar scent of his woody cologne. “Happy anni—” “I want a divorce,” he says, cutting me off before I can finish.ELARA'S POV "Don’t joke like that," I chuckle, trying to brush it off, giving him a light shove. Nate isn’t usually one for jokes, but every now and then, he surprises me. I wait for that familiar glint of mischief to break the tension, the hint that he's teasing me. But… it isn’t there. He looks at me, his eyes flat and unyielding. "I’m not joking, Elara. I want a divorce." The words are a sucker punch. My chest tightens as I stumble back a step, the brown envelope I’ve been holding slipping from my grasp. I tighten my grip on it instinctively, clinging to it like it’s the last piece of reality keeping me grounded. A divorce? Why? My head spins, trying to process his words, to find sense in them. Yes, we’d been distant lately, but it was nothing serious. We still shared our bed, ate our meals together, and spent time in each other’s arms… he even kissed me on the forehead this morning before he left for work. “If this isn’t a joke, then why, Nate?” I whisper, barely rec
ELARA’S POV Something is wrong. Something is definitely wrong. I still can’t quite process what Nate just did. My mind feels like a spinning wheel, unable to settle. A tear slips down my cheek, but I make no effort to wipe it away. I’m too focused on dragging my small suitcase, which seems to grow heavier with each passing step. I clutch the handle tightly, letting the numbness in my chest dull the sting of my shock. The walk from our house I mean Nate’s house, to the nearest bus stop is only ten minutes, but tonight it feels endless. I tried calling for a cab, but none were available. The city that never sleeps, yet somehow, all the drivers are busy. When I finally reach the bus stop, I sink onto a cold metal bench, exhausted. I wrap my arms around myself and stare at the darkened street, feeling the weight of the situation hit me. For the first time, I realize I have nowhere to go. Sure, I have places—my mom’s and Elliot’s, but neither feels like an option. Not tonight.
ELARA’S POV The sound of my phone buzzing jolts me awake with a groan. With my eyes still closed, I stretch my hand, fishing around for my phone on the floor. Just when my fingers brush against it, I lose my balance and tumble off the couch with a thud. “Shit,” I mutter, opening my eyes. I really should’ve gotten a futon for the office. If I had, maybe I wouldn’t be falling on my face right now. After practically living here for the past three days, a proper couch would’ve come in handy. I spot my phone in the corner and crawl over to grab it. I don’t know how it isn’t dead yet or how it even ended up there. “Hello?” I mumble into the phone, barely awake. “Hello, am I speaking to Mrs. Elara Westwood?” a voice asks, formal but a little rushed. “Yes, this is she,” I reply, sitting up. “Thank God,” the woman murmurs under her breath, footsteps sounding faintly in the background as if she’s hurrying somewhere. “My boss wants to speak with you.” “Hello, darling,” a new
ELARA’S POV “Wonderful! I have dresses in the back you ladies can change into,” Mrs. Chelsea beams.Jenna pulls me aside, whispering, “More connections mean more jobs, and more jobs mean more money. Plus, I bet they’ll serve us some expensive wine and delicious snacks”I chuckle, rolling my eyes. “Fine, whatever.”We walk into the room, where she has an entire rack of elegant evening gowns ready.Jenna doesn’t hesitate. She’s already looking through the dresses, holding up a deep blue one against herself.“Try this,” she says, tossing me a sleek beige gown. I hold it up, admiring the simple yet beautiful design. With a sigh, I change into the dress, touch up my makeup, and glance in the mirror. Jenna gives me a thumbs up, and we rejoin the event, blending into the crowd of socialites all dressed to impress.Mrs. Chelsea finds me quickly, her arm linking with mine as she introduces me to several guests. Making sure to tell them how much of a lifesaver I am. I do my best to keep up,
ELARA’S POVI can feel eyes on me as I stroll toward Nate, fighting the urge to turn back and just leave.“Hello, Nate,” I say with a smile when I reach him.He doesn’t respond. His scowl deepens, and he acts as if I don’t exist.He tries to walk away, but I step in his path.“What the hell do you want, Elara?” His voice cuts sharp and cold.“I need to speak with you,” I say, glancing at the curious eyes watching us, which makes me shift uncomfortably. “In private,” I add, keeping my tone low so only he can hear.He scoffs, loud enough for those nearby to catch. “About what? I thought we said everything that needed to be said when you signed the divorce papers.”The room erupts in whispers.I feel like the biggest fool on the planet.“I don’t want to see or hear from you ever again, and whatever it is you have to say, I’m not interested.”He downs his drink in one gulp, placing the empty glass on a passing server’s tray.“Nate,” I try again, but he’s already walking away.With another
NATE’S POVONE YEAR EIGHT MONTHS LATER “What do you mean they don’t want to work with us anymore? You told me they were interested in partnering with us. What changed?” I asked Lesley, my secretary, who stood before me, visibly nervous. She looked like she was one second away from fainting.Lesley was my third secretary this month, and while I was tempted to fire her on the spot, I resisted. I had too much on my plate to waste time with another round of interviews.“Well... uhm, sir, the person I spoke to earlier said all their business partnerships must be approved by their CEO. And their CEO specifically declined, so they had no choice but to withdraw,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.I couldn’t help but let out a humourless chuckle. “This has to be the biggest joke of the year,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.I had turned down every other company because they assured me they would work with us. Now, with the project already underway, it was too late t
NATE’S POV"Why did you divorce your wife, Nathan?" Marcus’s voice cut through the silence in my office, sharp and direct.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. "Because…" My voice trailed off, the words hanging in the air like a heavy weight."Because what?" he pressed."I didn’t think she’d go through with it." The admission left my mouth before I could stop it. "I thought Elara would stay. I thought she’d fight for me, for us. But she didn’t."Marcus laughed, the sound bitter and biting. "You’ve got to be kidding me. You honestly believed that, after everything you did, she’d stick around? Man, I’ve always thought I was the delusional one in this family, but you’ve clearly taken the crown."My fists clenched on the desk as the memory of that night came flooding back. The fundraiser. The things I said to her. The way her eyes filled with pain before she walked away. I’d pushed her too far, and she hadn’t looked back."I thought since you were the one who wanted the divorce,
ELARA’S POVIt has been one year and eight months since my divorce.One year and eight months since I packed my bags and left the city, hoping to escape the pain and heartache that haunted me.When my brother, Elliot, suggested I move to Las Vegas with him, I didn’t want to. The idea of leaving everything behind felt overwhelming. Despite everything, I still held onto hope that Nate and I could work things out. Even with the way he treated me, I foolishly believed there might still be a chance for us to fix things.Why? Because I loved him. I was deeply in love with him, and letting go of someone I love has always been incredibly hard for me. It’s just who I am. I try to find excuses and reasons for people’s actions, even when they hurt me. I cling to the belief that things will get better if I just give it time.But life doesn’t always give you what you want. Sometimes, it takes everything from you, leaving you with no choice but to face reality.Two days after Mrs. Chelsea’s charit
ELARA’S POV “But Elliot…” “No buts, El. You are not going after her.” His grip tightens around my wrist, firm but not harsh. “Elliot, I need to explain to her,” I argue, my voice shaking, “I didn’t mean what I said the way she might’ve taken it. I was angry, and I just…” The words start tumbling over each other, lost in my frustration. “Elara…” His voice is calm, almost soothing, but it only makes the lump in my throat grow heavier. My eyelids burn as I blink rapidly, trying to clear my blurry vision. “You don’t understand, Elliot… I’ve never made anyone cry with my words before” I never let myself get that angry— to the point where my words just… take over. I’ve always been cautious with words, because I know being harsh with words tends to be. “I know… this might be a little too much for you” Elliot releases my wrist and to my complete shock, pulls me into his arms. I freeze. Elliot never does this. He’s protective, sure, but not that physical. It takes a lot for him to
ELARA’S POV “WHAT?” Jenna’s expression shifts, the sadness that clung to her face shattering in an instant. “You’re joking, right?” she lets out an awkward chuckle, her grip on my hands loosening. I take a slow breath, straightening my back. “As much as I wish I were, I’m not, Jen. I’m not going to the event with you.” My voice is steady, controlled. I refuse to let it shake. She blinks her jaw drops, Like she can’t believe what she just heard. “You’re serious?” she breathes out, shaking her head. “Elara, I need you there. I need someone I trust to help me get through it.” Her voice trembles slightly, but I don’t let it shake me. I already made my choice, I’m never going to unknowingly put my self in a situation where, Nathaniel hales is. I’m done with him, and I’m not going back on my words. Not this time not ever. I can’t break anymore of the promises I made to myself. “Jenna, I get that this is hard for you, I do, but—” “But what?!” she snaps, yanking her hands awa
ELARA’S POV I tried calling Jenna back, but of course, she doesn’t pick up. She spammed me with calls, yet now that I’m returning them, she’s ignoring me. Just great. I know it’s nothing urgent because I made sure to take care of anything that needed my attention before leaving the office. If it were important, she would have at least sent a text. The drive home is slow and quiet, the hum of the car engine the only sound accompanying me. By the time I pull up to the house, the sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving behind streaks of soft orange in the sky. As my car approaches the gate, I notice someone sitting outside, her back turned to me. I don’t need to get a closer look to know who it is. Jenna. But the real question is, why is she here? “Jenna?” I call out as I step out of my car. The last time she was here was months ago. Even though I’ve invited her over countless times, she always has an excuse, too busy, too tired, something came up. So Eventually, I stopped a
ELARA’S POV “And that’s a wrap,” Robert says with a satisfied smile as he closes the document. I exhale softly, returning his smile, though mine is much tighter. “I hope I don’t regret this.” Deep down, my pulse ticks faster than normal, and tiny knots form in the pit of my stomach. My gaze drifts to the man sitting across from me. Kyle, our eyes meet and I quickly look away. “You won’t,” Robert reassures me, pouring me a glass of champagne. His assurance brings a small, genuine smile from me. Yesterday, I finished reviewing the contract. Instead of a long term partnership, we settled on a temporary job agreement. If things go well within the next three months and I like how things go, we’ll proceed with signing the main contract. But if I don’t like it… then we’ll have to wait two more weeks before I’m able to pull out if the deal. Robert also had me add a clause: if I decide at any point during the trial period that I want to move forward with the partnership, I should i
NATE’S POV My foot slams on the brakes. What the fuck is she talking about? “What the fuck are you trying to say?” I bark into the phone, my grip so tight that my knuckles turn white. “Please, don’t get mad,” her voice comes out shaky. “What do you mean I shouldn’t get mad? All week, you had one fucking job, and you couldn’t even do that.” “But, I got the last, job done” she says her voice almost inaudible.“So do you expect me to be happy? To clap for you and tell you you’re doing a good job?” I snap. Silence. “Where is she right now?” “Well… uhm—I…” “I don’t have all fucking day, so can you fucking speak up?” My patience thins with every stutter that falls from her mouth. “We’re in the office… but you know you can’t come, right? It’s—” I hang up. When I look up, Marcus is staring at me with that same amused smirk, eyes filled with curiosity. I let out a sharp breath. “Get out.” His smirk only deepens as he leans back in his seat. “Did you hear me?” My voice hardens.
NATE’S POV I stop in my tracks, my grip tightening around the coffee cup in my hand as my eyes find her. She’s standing near the entrance of a boutique, her lips curved into a smile, her head tilted slightly as she listens to the man beside her. I don’t recognize the guy. And yet, he’s standing too close. My jaw clenches as I take in the way she looks at him. not the way she used to look at me, but it’s enough to make my chest tighten with something tight and unwelcomed Her eyes still haven’t found mine and I’m trying my best to think straight but I can’t. Then the thought of the ring, the ignored messages. Did she mind someone new? Is that why she has been ignoring me? I force myself to look away, “Damn man why are you standing out-“ Marcus began. But pauses he probably He follows my gaze He whistles low. “Well, damn I thought you’re back together with el,” he mutters. “Didn’t know Elara was seeing someone.” “She’s not,” I say immediately, my voice colder than I in
ELARA’S POVJenna studies the card, reading halfway before glancing up at me.“Why would you tear it up?” she asks, her brows furrowing. “It’s for Hale Co.’s grand opening.”“I know… that’s why I tore it.” I shrug, leaning back in my chair.Jenna’s frown deepens. “Why won’t you go? We worked so hard on that project, it’s only right that we attend.”“Well… you can go in my place if you want to.” I keep my voice light, even though I know this is about more than just the project.As much as I’m proud of what we accomplished, the last thing I want is to deal with that event right now.Seeing Nate? That’s problematic.He brings nothing but drama, and I’m not about to start that whole couple acting mess all over again.My plan was simple, let the rumors die down.And I know that, in just a few weeks, the press will find something else to obsess over.They already have.If I show up at his event, I’ll be dragging myself right back into that cycle and I refuse to do that.Besides, Nate and I
ELARA’S POV “You got mail,” Jenna announces as she waltzes into my office, a cream colored envelope in hand. “Here.” She sets it down on my desk. “Thanks for bringing it,” I say dismissively, my focus still on the new design I’ve been working on. Jenna doesn’t leave. Instead, she crosses her arms and tilts her head. “You look different today.” I arch a brow. “Different?” “Yes.” She narrows her eyes, scrutinizing me as if I’ve suddenly grown a second head. I roll my eyes. “I don’t think there’s anything different about me, Jenna.” I don’t think there anything different I’m wearing my usual outfits and it’s not the first time I have my hair in a low bun. Plus I’m wearing my glasses today so if anything. I look exactly as I did. Taking a sip of my coffee, I grimace the moment the bitter liquid touches my tongue. Ugh. I knew I should’ve made it myself instead of asking Catherine to bring it in. Jenna’s gaze drops to my cup, and her eyes widen. “That cup, where did you get it?
ELARA’S POV “Well, you know that’s not even an option.” I smirk, tightening my grip on the carrier. Kyle gives a slight shake of his head before adjusting his watch. “Well then,” he says, turning back toward his car. “Thanks for the cat,” I call out, a smile spreads across my face. He pauses mid-step. “Anytime.” And with that, he gets into his car and drives off, leaving me alone in the parking lot with my new kitten. I glance down at her, curled up and fast asleep. A small laugh escapes me. “Guess you’re not bothered by any of this, huh?” ——- As soon as I get home, I set everything up, still tingling from excitement. The last time I had a pet was years ago. our old house cat, Roscoe. He didn’t last very long, and I still remember how much it hurt when we lost him. But this little one… I hope she stays with me for a long, long time. I haven’t even figured out a name for her yet. But I guess there’s no rush, she hasn’t even been here for more than thirty minutes. The mome