Eva Wilson, Flora’s closest friend, rolled her eyes heavily as she went through the contents of the papers Flora had brought to her. After Flora had cried out the majority of her anger and grief at her marriage ending, she’d taken a minute to collect herself before packing the papers Henry had given to her and setting them neatly on the table.
As if on autopilot, Flora had robotically cleared the table of their cold abandoned food and put all the leftovers in the fridge. Then she’d washed the dishes and treated herself to a long hot bath to soothe her nerves. She was going to need all her strength to face the day.There were no servants to help Flora, because mistakenly, she had assumed Henry would want to touch her after so long and dismissed all the maids employed in the summerhouse. How stupid she had been.The signs had been there all along, but Flora had been too naïve to see them. When Henry had started keeping late nights, he had told her it was because his new promotion at work gave him much more responsibilities. Late nights turned into week-long business travels, and Henry had told her it was because he was taking on more international clients.He had stopped touching her, and Flora had been afraid to ask him why, because she was secretly relieved. Soon enough, they stopped eating their meals together because Henry was so, so busy. Flora barely saw him twice a month.She had suspected something wasn’t right, but she had pushed aside her doubts, clinging to the hope that it was all in her head. But now, it was so clear that what he had not been receiving at home, he’d been getting it from some other woman outside.They must have probably talked about her at some point. What had Henry said? Had he insulted Flora to his mistress? Had he given all the compliments he had withheld from Flora to that other woman?Eva snapped her fingers in front of Flora’s face. “Earth to you Flora. Did you hear what I just said?”Flora shook her head to clear her thoughts. This was not the time for her to let her focus wander. She needed to pay attention. “What did you say?”Eva waved the papers in front of her face. “Are you just going to sign these and let him off? He cheated on you Flora. Who knows how long it’s been going on? You don’t even know who his mistress is!”She plopped down on the couch beside Flora, and pressed the remote in her hands to mute the television. “Listen to me, Flo. You could take him to court for everything he has because of his infidelity. Don’t you want him to feel the pain you’re feeling?”Flora looked at her friend with tired eyes that were still red after crying so much. She knew Eva meant well. As soon as she’d rested and cleared her head, she knew the only person she could come to was Eva, her hotshot lawyer friend who had never lost a case in all her years after being called to bar.If it had been Eva Henry had dared to cheat on like this, Flora knew that her friend would totally ruin him and use all her expertise to make sure he wouldn’t even have a penny left after she had dragged him to court.But Flora wasn’t Eva. She wasn’t as strong as the friend she’d known since childhood. If she was, she would have confronted Henry when he had started behaving so suspiciously, not wait until he dumped her in such a humiliating way.She rested her hand on Eva’s shoulder. “I know you mean well for me Eva, and I appreciate it. But right now, all I want is to sign these papers and put this nightmare of a marriage behind me. I’m hurt by what he’s done, but dragging this out only means that he’ll continue to have access to me. I don’t want to spend any more of my life thinking about him.”Her friend leaned forward to envelope Flora in a hug. “Whatever you want Flo,” she said, patting Flora’s back gently. “Just know that I’m here for you.They remained in that embrace for several minutes before Flora pulled away. She nodded at the papers in Eva’s hand. “What is he offering me after betraying me like this?”Eva shook the papers out, and ran her hands across the words. “Forty percent of his assets. You’ll get the summerhouse, the villa in France and the mansion you currently live in as well as three luxury cars and a fixed amount of money every month which will become a total of fourteen million at the end of the year. So, fourteen million every year.”Flora kept her eyes on the paper. It may have sounded like a lot but Flora was born into luxury and had married into more luxury. With the way Henry had ended things between them, all this just meant he was trying to buy her silence so she would not sell the sordid details to the paparazzi. “Is that all?”Eva shook her head in disgust. “If you accept this, you have to sign an extra document agreeing you won’t go to the press about his affair. I don’t know how he got you to fall for him, Flo. He’s shameless.”Flora took the documents from her, eager to end this chapter of her life. She had fallen out of love with Henry so long ago that this just felt like a formal close to everything. When they were dating, Henry had been the perfect gentleman.He was that guy who pulled out your seat for you and opened the car door without needing to be asked. Every week he would surprise Flora with a bundle of lilies, her favorite flower and they would go on impromptu dates to cafes or beaches or movie theatres. He swept her off her feet with his promises and kisses.That cold November evening when he had gotten on one knee to propose in an illusion museum had felt like the best day of her life.But after they were married, things changed. It was like Flora had married not only Henry but also his commanding mother and two older sisters. Nothing Flora did was ever enough for them.First, they had made her stop working, because it did not look good on Henry that his wife was an office worker. They had insisted that it made Henry look like he did not provide enough for her. In the privacy of their bedroom, Henry would tell her that he didn’t mind if she worked because he knew she liked her job but he never said anything to his family when they berated Flora.After that, they changed the clothes she wore completely and took over her wardrobe. Suddenly, the clothes Flora wore were not classy enough for Henry’s mother – her jeans were too casual, her tops were too short and her suits were too faded.Everything that was bought to replace her clothes were to the liking of Henry’s mother, not her. When Flora had complained to Henry, he’d insisted that his mother was an older woman who was set in her ways and it was just easier to go along with what she wanted instead of complaining.Soon enough, everything about Flora was wrong. Her hair was too long, her voice was too loud, her laugh was too ugly. Even her food was too salty to them. She stopped complaining to Henry, because he rarely ever did anything, and when he did, he and his mother would scream at each other until they lost their voices and Henry would come home and blame her for making him fight with his mama.His sisters would ring up her phone again and again and again, accusing her of changing their brother into a worse version of himself.Everything was always her fault, according to her soon to be ex-husband and his family. It had never occurred to him that his wife was worth fighting for, that she was not the woman he had married because his horrible family had tortured her until she turned into a shell of herself.And instead of finding out what had made his wife change so much, he’d gone out and cheated on her. Flora asked Eva for a pen, and quickly signed her signature in the places she was supposed to in the document.Her marriage might not have ended in a way that she would have preferred but there was light at the end of the tunnel. It was finally over.Eva’s sleek car came to a stop in front of the mansion Flora and Henry shared. Flora recognized the black and gold gate, and the gorgeous architecture of the building, but this place no longer felt like home to her.When it fully became hers after the divorce was finalized, she would sell it. Of everything she would receive after the law recognized her separation from Henry, it was the one thing that would constantly remind her of her cheating husband and disastrous failure of a marriage, and she didn’t need that.“You’re sure you don’t want me to come in with you?” Eva asked as Flora opened the car door. She looked at Flora with a face full of concern. “I could stay and help you pack what you need.”“I couldn’t make you do that, Eva,” Flora refused gently as she came down. “I know you got called in for something urgent at work. Don’t worry about me, I’ll take a cab to your apartment once I’m done.”“You’re sure? It wouldn’t be a problem, Flo. Really.” Eva said as she handed Flora her
Henry pushed Flora aside and wrapped Olivia in a hug as she continued crying.“My God, Flora,” he scolded, shouting at her. “Why would you do that? I understand you’re upset but you can’t just do that. She’s your sister!”Flora ignored him and walked to her wardrobe. She pulled out a box and opened it, pushing her clothes – her real clothes, not the nonsense Henry’s mother liked – into it forcefully. Next, she threw in a pair of slippers and flat shoes. She packed other essentials into the box and zipped it up firmly. She jerked up the box and rolled it past her slimy husband and evil sister.“Flora!” he called out, still embracing Olivia. “You can’t leave like this, we-we still need to talk.”She paused and looked at him from head to toe. How had she ever thought this man was attractive? Now that theveil of love was gone, Flora could list a thousand things that were not pleasing about Henry. His beard was unkept, his hands were too bony, his chest was too wide. To boot, he was a cow
Flora did not have many friends apart from Eva, and certainly none with husbands who had cheated on them with their sisters. But even if she had, she was sure no wife who had been so betrayed would be doing what she was doing right now; going through the social media pages of the mistress.She had not meant to look up anything related to Olivia, or even Henry. Of a truth, Flora was bored. After she and Eva had spoken, Eva had formally informed Henry’s lawyers that they were rejecting the terms of the divorce that he had offered. Instead, she was now demanding half of Henry’s shares in his company, Sunstraight Manufacturing Ltd. Amazingly, she was going to get all this plus all the other assets, including the houses and cars. Flora had been afraid at first, that this would make Henry blow up and recruit his mother and sisters against her but Eva had told her that things were moving quite smoothly. It turned out that all he was really concerned about was that Flora
“Okay, you have to pick one milady. Green shimmery dress or cobalt tube gown?” Eva held each selection to her body as she mentioned them. She struck a pose, waggling her brows at Flora. “Come on Flo, pick one. Personally, I recommend the cobalt. Show off those curves to the world girl.”Flora rolled her eyes, dropping the book she’d been attempting to read before Eva had begun her mini fashion show. “I’m not going to a nightclub Eva. I haven’t been to one in what, five years? What would I even do there?” She shook her head, making her chestnut hair fall free from the loose bun she’d packed it into. “I don’t think I even remember how to dance.”Eva blew out an irritated breath, one hand on her hip. “You’re not some old grandma; you’re in your twenties! It’s your literal prime. Just because Henry kept you locked up doesn’t mean you can’t live life a little now that he’s out of the picture.”“By drinking myself half to death and ending up with a kil
The moment she saw the Cherub, Flora wondered what she had been so scared about. It was a beautiful place, and the very sight of it soothed her nerves. The actual building resembled a magnificent mansion that was lit up with electrical lights that were designed like medieval lamps. In front of the entrance was a huge water fountain that was lit up from underneath with blue and yellow lights that gave it the illusion of an intricate water show.All around the building were fully grown palm trees that nearly towered over the building, lending sophistication to the entire location. Flora could barely contain her gasp as she got down from the car. “I told you,” Eva said with a huge grin. “It’s a swanky place.”Her friend was wearing the cobalt tube gown she had tried and failed to convince Flora to wear. It hugged her body like a lover, emphasizing her slim hips and tiny waist. The gown was strapless, and Eva’s midnight black hair fell over her shou
“At my service?” She rose her eyebrows at him. “Are you going to show me all the secrets of the Cherub?”He did not reply to her for a second, letting his gaze trail all over her and Flora fought the shivers that went down her spine at his obvious attraction to her.Really, he was the epitome of sophistication, his tailored tuxedo accentuating his chiseled features and piercing eyes. His commanding presence drew attention yet he seemed unfazed by the admiring glances, devoting his attention to her and her only.It was a heady drug, his attention, one that was intoxicating yet very unsettling. When she had left behind the clothes that were made for her body type and begun wearing maternal clothes that suited a woman several sizes bigger, it was as if she had become invisible. Due to Henry’s insistence, she had started staying at home so much more which limited her human contact. Often, the only people she would speak to in a week were the servants, Eva and Henry’s mother when she call
Flora lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Despite drinking some chamomile tea before retiring for the night, she had not been able to sleep until very late into the night, and even when she had managed to fall asleep, she would always wake up after an hour or two before getting so tired she would succumb to sleep once more. Her rest had proven restless and Flora knew exactly why. It was the guilt of leaving Damien the way she had, with so little explanation for her strange behavior. What must he be thinking of her now?His concerned face flashed in her mind and she cringed, embarrassment flooding through her. She had not meant to leave him so abruptly, but she had felt like she was suffocating, the weight of her doubts and fears crushing her. Flora had enjoyed the kiss but the panic that followed was overwhelming. She’d thought she was ready to move on but the kiss had brought all her insecurities flooding back, filling her with a feeling of inadeq
As the plane descended, Flora’s heart quickened with each passing minute. She peered out of the window, her eyes scanning the landscape below. The sprawling city was bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun, casting long shadows over the horizon.The familiar sights brought a sense of unease, a feeling that had been gnawing at her since she had booked her ticket. As the aircraft taxied to a stop, she took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. She gathered her belongings and made her way down the narrow aisle, the hum of the engines fading into the background as she stepped onto the tarmac. The crisp evening air greeted her and the warm sunshine enveloped her, a stark contrast to the chill that had settled in her bones. She had been dreading this trip for weeks, but she knew it was necessary. She had to face her father and stepmother, to tell them the truth about her marriage and the impending divorce. She couldn’t do it over the
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Two Weeks Later The evening had settled into a comfortable warmth as Flora parked her car in the driveway of Damien’s estate. The sky was a gentle gradient of fading sunset hues, a perfect close to what had been a long but fulfilling day with Eva. They had been going over the offers from several publishing houses and TV studios, that wanted to monetize Flora's experience with Alice and Janice. It had been exhausting, but there was a sense of peace that came with knowing everything with Alice was truly over. Justice had been served, and Flora was finally free. With a content sigh, she gathered her things, pushing open the front door. The house was unusually quiet, save for the faint rustle of the breeze outside and the distant clinking of glass from the kitchen. A cozy warmth greeted her, the familiar scent of home wrapping her in comfort as she stepped inside. "Hello?" she called out softly, slipping off her shoes and setting
Flora’s breath caught in her throat, but she held her composure, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. She cast a glance across the courtroom and met Alice’s eyes. There was no fire in them, no anger or hatred. Only resignation. This was her fate, sealed and unchangeable. Alice would spend the rest of her life in jail. There would be no escape, no return to the life she once knew. She would die there, alone. The judge then turned her attention to Janice, who sat trembling in her seat. “As for Janice Holden,” the judge said, her tone unwavering, “for the charge of conspiracy to commit murder, and for the misuse of her professional authority as a nurse, resulting in the death of Vera Wicks, this court finds the defendant guilty.” Janice sobbed openly as the judge delivered her sentence: twenty-five years to life, with the possibility of parole only after serving the minimum term. But even with parole, Janice would never fully escape her crimes.
The next few days blurred together, filled with a whirlwind of action and emotion as Flora set the final stage for justice. Filing the formal report against Alice was both cathartic and devastating, but it was something Flora knew she had to do. This was the final step in a journey that had begun when her life was torn apart by betrayal, and now, she was finally fighting back. Alice was arrested almost immediately after Flora's report, and to everyone's surprise, she didn’t resist. For the first time in their long and painful history, she didn’t fight back. There were no screaming matches, no attempts to manipulate or twist the situation in her favor, no venomous remarks hurled in Flora’s direction. Instead, Alice turned herself over with an unsettling calm, submitting a written confession detailing her involvement in both the death of Flora’s mother and the accident that had left her father a prisoner in his own mind. Flora knew Alice’s cooperation wasn’t born
A chill ran down her spine, and she stammered out the first question that came to mind. “Olivia…are you—”Before she could finish, Olivia let out a bitter laugh, the sound filled with a weight of sorrow and exhaustion. It wasn’t a happy laugh, but one of disbelief at her own situation.“Yes, I’m pregnant,” Olivia confirmed softly, cutting off Flora’s stumbling attempt to find the right words. She rubbed her palm lightly over her stomach as if to comfort herself more than anything else. “And before you ask, it’s Cyprus’s.”Flora’s breath caught in her throat. Cyprus. Of course it was his. Her mind flew to that one disastrous night that Olivia had had with the arrogant vice president of Defendwise Ventures.“Olivia…” Flora whispered, her voice thick with disbelief. “What are you going to do?”The question hung in the air like a fragile thread, and for a moment, Olivia seemed lost, her gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the supermarket, beyond the immediate rea
Olivia’s face was puffy, her eyes rimmed red and swollen from crying. She looked utterly devastated, her usual composed demeanor shattered. Her bottom lip quivered as she attempted a smile, but it was weak, trembling at the edges. "Flora," Olivia whispered, her voice cracking. Flora stepped forward, unsure whether to close the distance between them or keep some space. She could see the exhaustion written across Olivia’s features, the turmoil swirling behind her eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of what had brought them here pressing down on both of them. Olivia broke the silence first, her voice barely above a whisper. “I—I didn’t know.” She choked on the words, shaking her head as fresh tears welled in her eyes. “I didn’t know what my mother was capable of. I swear to you, Flora, I didn’t know any of it.” Flora stood still, absorbing Olivia’s words. She wanted to believe her. Desperately. But the betrayal of the past day,
The buzzing of Flora’s phone startled her out of her thoughts. It was Olivia. The message read:“Can you meet me in thirty minutes? There's a small 24-hour supermarket called "Pinegrove Market" not far from the estate. I’ll be there. Please, Flora, I really need to talk.”Flora’s pulse quickened as she read the message. Thirty minutes? She glanced at the clock. It was late, and while her body still ached with exhaustion, the urgency in Olivia’s words cut through any hesitation. Something in her gut told her this couldn’t wait. Without overthinking it, she typed a quick reply:“I’ll be there.”She stood up from the couch, assessing her loose pants and short-sleeved top. They would have to do for such an impromptu meeting. She padded quietly upstairs, not wanting to disturb the peaceful quiet of Damien’s home. He was fast asleep, one arm draped over his eyes, his breathing steady and calm. Flora felt a pang of guilt for slipping out, but she had to do this. Bending dow
Just as the words left Eva’s mouth, the kitchen door opened, and Damien stepped inside. He looked at Flora, his gaze soft and warm, and without a word, he crossed the room and kissed her gently on the temple. “Eva’s already started drafting the court papers,” he said, finishing Eva’s sentence. His voice was calm, matter-of-fact, as though they were discussing something far less monumental.Flora blinked, still processing everything. “Has Alice made a move since we left the estate?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady.Damien shook his head. “No,” he replied. “I think she knows this is the end for her.”The weight of his words settled over the room, and for a moment, there was nothing but the soft sound of the stew bubbling on the stove and Whiskerton’s contented purring. Flora exhaled slowly, a mixture of relief and exhaustion washing over her.That night, after dinner had been cleared away and Catarina and Eva had gone off to bed, Flora sat alone on the couch in t
Flora blinked, her eyes stinging with fresh tears. She knew who had orchestrated this—who had called Catarina and Eva, who had made sure that when Flora woke up, she wouldn’t be alone. It had to be Damien. He had seen how close she was to breaking, how much she needed the people around her now. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Flora looked between Catarina and Eva, her lips trembling with a bittersweet smile. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for coming.” Catarina patted her cheek affectionately. “You’re stuck with us now,” she said with a soft almost motherly smile, before turning back to the stove to finish serving the stew. “Now, sit down and eat before you collapse. I made your favorite.” Flora’s stomach growled again in response, and she let out a soft laugh. Their presence, combined with the savory aroma of the stew, filled the room with a sense of comfort that Flora hadn’t realised she'd been craving .