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
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 POV I thought we were just going for lunch, but instead, we end up at a steakhouse with an outdoor setting. It’s not too crowded, and the air feels warm and a little classic . We settle at a table indoors, near the large windows. I’ve never been to a place like this before but then again, that’s what I get for not going out much and focusing on work. Even though the place looks nice, the steak prices are absurd. But honestly… what did I expect? After ordering, for the first time, silence settles between us. I don’t mind. The swoosh of the TV catches my attention. A Formula One race is playing, but it’s a replay from last month. It’s been a while since I’ve watched a race, but even now, just seeing those cars, the sleek designs, the sharp turns, the roaring engines…. It’s exciting to watch. For a moment, I lose myself in the screen, watching how effortlessly the drivers take sharp turns, as the sped away. “Don’t tell me you’re one of them?” Robert’s voi
ELARA’S POV “Yes… but I can come up if you’d also like me to,” he shrugs. I stay silent for a second, smiling to myself. “I’ll be down in a minute,” I say before ending the call. Jenna raises a brow. “Everything okay?” I nod, grabbing my purse. “I’m stepping out for a moment.” “To see Robert Powers?” she asks, the amusement in her tone was evident. “Yes.” I keep my expression neutral. “Ohh… something’s going on between you two,” she declares. “Jenna!” . “with that blush? You don’t even need to tell anything” I press my lips together, fighting the smile threatening to break free. “I bet you have a lot to do,” I say, clearing my throat. “So, maybe you should get back to work, Jenna.” “It’s a miracle you’re keeping it together right now,” she smirks before finally leaving. I exhale, glancing at my reflection in the window. Straightening my blouse, I grab my perfume and spritz a little. Then, I reach for my lipstick, but pause before it touches my lips. W
ELARA’S POV “There was a mistake with the accounting,” Jenna says, placing two sets of clipped papers on my desk. “Sam was supposed to record it correctly, but she made an error. If you look at the total balance in the account and the balance in the transaction I sent you… it’s the same.” I frown, taking both documents and scanning them carefully. “It seems so,” I murmur. Sam needs to start double, checking things. And now? I feel bad for jumping to conclusions. I had doubted Jenna, even thought she might be stealing from the company. But the numbers check out. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Still… something about her just doesn’t sit right with me. She never seemed suspicious, and I didn’t find any actual proof against her. Yet, deep down, I still feel like something is off. Maybe it’s time I drop it and focus on more important things. I shake the thoughts away. “So…” Jenna leans in, eyes glinting with curiosity. “How was your visit to the Coles yesterday… y
KYLE’S POV My warning fell on deaf ears. She picked it up. She freaking picked it up. “Aren’t you a cutie,” Elara coos, cradling the little fur-covered menace in her hands. I take a quick step back. “Put it down.” But instead of listening, she grins and pushes it toward me. “Would you look at that?” I take another step back. “I’m not touching that.” She gasps dramatically. “Wait… Are you scared of cats?” “No, I am not,” I say firmly, keeping as much distance as I can. Her brows lift. “Then why did you just jump away like that?” “I didn’t jump—” “Oh, look, kitty, seems like the great Kyle Sinclair is scared of you,” she teases in a baby voice. The cat meows as if agreeing with her. “For the record, I am not scared of cats,” I grumble. “And I did not jump away.” I point at the thing still nestled in her arms. “That thing is dangerous.” She lets out a laugh. “Dangerous?” “To your health, yes,” I say, arms still crossed tightly. “You don’t know where it’s
KYLES POV. “Then prove it,” I say simply before turning on my heel, motioning for her to follow me toward one of the finest homes in the first estate we’ve built. The construction here is finished, but safety rules are safety rules. I grab two jackets and helmets, handing one to her. She takes the jacket and slips it over her blouse. I do the same with mine, but when I glance back at her, she’s still struggling with the helmet. It’s taking way too long. With an exasperated sigh, I step closer, gently pushing her hands away. “Here,” I mutter, clicking the strap securely under her chin. She blinks up at me in surprise, but I don’t think on it. We should’ve hired an interior designer for this project a long time ago, but every candidate either didn’t match our style or had too many other commitments. I need someone focused. No distractions. “This is a three bedroom home designed for a family of four,” I explain as we step inside. “We want it to have a cozy, welcoming atm
KYLE’S POV “Sir, I just got off the phone with the interior firm like you asked. She’ll be at the site in thirty minutes” my secretary, James, informs me through the phone. “Good. Tell Norman to get the car ready for me.” I place the phone back in its cradle, exhaling slowly. Working with Elara seemed like a good idea, at least on paper. Her portfolio was impressive, but I knew that long before she even decided to take interior design seriously. I’d seen snippets of her sketches back when I worked with her father. She was always around, offering unsolicited advices that nobody asked her for and the worse part is her father considered them. And that made my job unnecessarily harder. But personal annoyance aside, I need to be sure she’s the right fit for this. I need to see how she works. This project with Coles & Moles Construction isn’t just a one-off. It’s the first of many. I plan to build more estates, and I need an interior designer who is reliable and fast.
ELARA’S POV“Okay, maybe you saw the wrong person, El,” Elliot says, biting back a laugh.He’s seated right across from me, amusement clear on his face.“I know who I saw, Elliot. I’m not blind,” I hiss.“You’re medically impaired, El. You use contact lenses, so yeah… you could’ve mistaken him for someone else.”I shoot him a glare. “I know what I saw, Elliot, and what I saw was Kyle Sinclair.”Maybe I should have told Gina about my encounter with Kyle instead. At least she wouldn’t be laughing at me like this.Elliot bursts into laughter, as if I just said the most unbelievable thing known to man.“How come? Kyle doesn’t just go to any meeting. He owns too many companies for that,” he says, shaking his head. “Even though I heard he has a lot to do with the Coles & Moles company when I ran a check on them… that guy has been closing billion-dollar deals left and right. He’s got too much on his plate. So, it’s a little shocking to hear that he came here.”Exactly my point!Kyle isn’t ju
NATE’S POV“We just got feedback from some of the investors, sir,” Dave said, placing a file on my desk. “They’re happy with the way things are going.”Of course, they’re happy.The diamond sets we had for preorder, that is supposed to launch at the Vegas grand opening next week, sold out in less than twenty-four hours. From that alone we’ve already made back the cost for production, and if things go as planed at this rate we will be able to make back the investment for the vegas office within months. For the past few days, I’ve been buried in work, making sure everything is going as planned.While planning for the next shipment thats coming in soon. The Vegas branch is going to bethe last project I’ll be personally involved in before stepping back. So I want everything to perfect. “Your flight has been settled, and Mr. Marcus said he’ll meet you at the airport,” Dave added.I nodded.For the first time in a while, Marcus and I are going to be traveling together. Even though, hes
ELARA’S POVThe moment my eyes landed on him, my breath hitched.He kept his words. We are actually meeting again. I try my best to keep my face straight, biting the little smiles that kept trying to takeover. “This is mr, Robert powers” Jenna says introducing us. Robert? His name is Robert powers? I could’ve nerve guessed that. “Its nice to meet you mr Robert” I say with a smile. “Its nice to meet you to miss Westwood” he says with a knowing smirk. But then when my eyes fall to the man sitting across the table… my smile vanished, the last person I was expecting to see here. Kyle freaking Sinclaire. He worked with my father years ago, on a project. And the last time I saw him.… No. I dont even want to relive those times.Kyles expression didn’t change when our gazes met. If anything, he looked completely unfazed like he was not the scum bag I knew, like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.I should be the last person he would want to partner up with. Judging the fact