"Cheers! To the happy couple!" The clink of champagne glasses filled the air as a toast was made to Jennifer and Joseph. The guests all laughed and chatted. Avery sat at a table near the back, engaging in conversations with friends and family of Jennifer and Joseph, offering polite smiles to the people around her. Avery was supposed to be here with David. She knew the pressures of his not-so-new role as CEO, but it still stung to go through these big life events without her husband.She glanced at the empty chair beside her, imagining David sitting there, holding her hand, making her laugh.But tonight wasn’t about her, so she plastered a smile on her face and engaged in small talk with the people at the table. As the evening wore on, Avery found herself stealing glances at the door, half-expecting David to walk in, despite knowing he wouldn't. Then, as if answering her unspoken wish, the door opened, and there he was.David stood at the entrance, looking as handsome as ever in
“What do you think about getting a bigger house?” David asked casually, his voice breaking through the quiet movie they were watching.Avery looked up at him, curious. “Why do we need a bigger house?”“For when you give birth to our kids,” he said, smiling softly, his hand tightening around her waist.She thought about it for a moment before shaking her head. “Hmm... that's a good idea. But I really love this house. The swing on the porch, the natural coziness, and the way it isn’t unnecessarily big. It makes me feel closer to you.”David chuckled, pulling her tighter against his chest. “Alright... let's keep this house then,” he murmured, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.As they settled back into the movie, his phone vibrated. David pulled it out of his pocket, frowning slightly when he saw the caller ID—'Olivia 2.'“Olivia?” Avery raised an eyebrow.David nodded. “Yeah, I guess she just saw my text. She’s probably wondering why I’m skipping work on a Monday.”“Let me answer it
David held Emma tightly, her frail body trembling as they both knelt on the cold, sterile floor. The air was thick with grief and her sobs echoed through the room, piercing the heavy silence like a blade. Avery remained where she had collapsed, hands shaking as she tried to process what had just happened. She had never seen anyone die before, never witnessed life slipping away in such a raw, unforgiving way. It was weighing down on her and crushing her spirit. All she could feel was an overwhelming wave of sorrow. Emma’s quiet cries filled the space, and the heavy burden of David’s grief was evident. Her heart ached for the man who had just lost his father—and for the woman who had lost her husband. Emma's sobs quieted but didn’t stop. Her hands clung to David’s shirt, fingers gripping the fabric as if holding onto him might somehow bring James back. Minutes passed, though it felt like hours. "Mom, we need to sit down... you're exhausted," David's voice was hoarse and straine
"To Emma, the woman who made me feel loved and cherished every single day. If you’re reading this letter, then it means I’ve broken a vow to you—one I never intended to break. I told you, back when we were young and so full of dreams, that I would grow old with you, that we would celebrate our 100th birthdays together, hand in hand, sitting on that swing you always loved. As I sit here, pen in hand, I can't help but reflect on the incredible journey we've been on together. From the moment I fell in love with you, your radiant smile and kind heart captured me, and I've spent every day since then making sure I am worthy of your love. As promised, I review and update my will every decade, and on this day, as I turn 50 years old, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude for the life we've built. But if you’re reading this, it means I didn’t live to see 60, and that vow I made to you, I failed to keep. Forgive me for breaking my promise, for leaving too soon. But know that in every w
Once they arrived, Avery helped Emma inside, guiding her through the quiet halls of the house that now felt empty. She led her to the bedroom—the one Emma had shared with James for so many years—and gently tucked her into bed, as though caring for a fragile child.Emma lay there, staring up at the ceiling, her hand still clutching the corner of James’ letter. Avery sat on the edge of the bed, her hand resting on Emma’s. Emma hadn’t said anything since she told Avery she wasn’t talking about Emily. Avery wanted to know more but decided to let Emma reveal things on her own terms.Finally, Emma exhaled, a long, deep breath, as though letting go of the last bit of strength she had been holding onto. She turned on her side, clutching the letter close, her eyes fluttering shut.“When James and I were arranged into marriage, my heart was empty, but James was madly in love with someone. Someone much younger than me. That was why it took time for us to open our hearts to each other and fall in
Simon froze, his face a mask of panic."What do you mean your biological mom is dead? You just saw Emily a few minutes ago," he stammered, trying to recover from his slip-up. Avery's eyes narrowed, her voice dropping dangerously low. "Come on, Simon. You just said Miranda Brown is late. Who is Miranda Brown?" "I don't know! I honestly don’t know," Simon blurted, his face growing redder by the second. "It just came out wrong because I was focused on the pineapples," he added lamely, glancing at the fruit as though it could somehow back him up. "Simon!" Avery's voice rang out, sharp and pained, cutting through the air like a blade. The force of her shout made him flinch, but what made him freeze again was the crack in her voice that followed. "Don't do this to me, please. You have no idea how much I'm hurting right now." Tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart breaking right in front of him. Simon stood there, useless. He could do nothing but watch as she fell apart. "I’m so str
She reread the message, her heart hammering against her chest.“That must be why she didn’t come to work today,” Avery muttered, her voice shaking. Her hand trembled, and the phone slipped slightly from her grasp. She tried ignoring the message, but for some reason, it clouded her thoughts.Her breathing quickened and panic clawed at her chest like an invisible hand. The nausea hit her suddenly, as though the walls of the room were closing in. She staggered, losing her balance, but her hands clutched the edge of the desk, grounding herself in the midst of the storm surging within her.Just then, the door creaked open, and David entered, holding a cold glass of lemonade, a warm smile on his face.“Here you go, babe. Just the way you—” His voice faltered when he saw her. The color drained from his face. “Avery? What’s wrong?”“I don’t know... I feel sick... I... I...” The words barely left her lips before her knees gave way. Her vision blurred, and before she could register it, her
Avery's heart pounded in her chest as Simon's words echoed in her ears. "My dad... what?" she whispered, her voice barely audible."Michael... He drowned earlier today and I just got the news... an accident, they said. I don’t have all the details yet, but..." Simon’s voice faltered on the other end.Avery's grip on the phone tightened, her knuckles turning white. Her father? The same man she saw just yesterday? How? It didn’t make any sense.David stood up immediately, sensing her shock, his eyes filled with concern. "Babe, is everything alright?"She couldn’t speak, as words failed her. The only thing that registered was Simon’s next sentence, as if it had pierced through the fog of her confusion. "Your mother... Emily, she wants his body moved to the mortuary now and is already making arrangements here in the hospital." "Mortuary? Why a mortuary? No!" The word ripped from Avery's throat. Without another word, she ended the call, tossed her phone aside, and struggled to get out
**Four Years Later** The jet touched down softly on the private airstrip, its engines humming as it rolled to a stop. Inside, Avery stared out the window, her thoughts swirling like the clouds they had just descended through. Her twins, Michael and Marissa, were too excited to sit still, their small faces pressed against the glass, eyes wide with anticipation. It had been four long years since she had left, and now, the thought of stepping back into her past, of reclaiming her role at Stellar and the life she had once known, filled her with a strange mix of emotions—nervousness, hope, and maybe even a touch of fear. As the plane's door opened, the cool breeze rushed in, sweeping across the cabin. Avery took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. The twins, unbuckled and bursting with energy, leapt out of their seats, their laughter echoing through the cabin as they bounded toward the open door. "Mom! It's Uncle Simon!" Marissa squealed, her small hand pointing towar
Avery remained under the covers, her fingers tracing the edges of the divorce agreement, rereading the terms yet again. The cold legal language mirrored the hollow feeling in her chest. A soft knock interrupted her thoughts, followed by the familiar sound of Simon stepping into the room. “Hey,” she greeted him, sitting up slowly, trying to muster a smile. "Here’s the lemonade you asked for," Simon said, chuckling as he handed her the glass. "Though it’s store-bought, not homemade." “I wasn’t expecting you to squeeze lemons in the kitchen,” she smiled, accepting the drink. As she took a sip, her eyes fell on the fresh cut on his lip. “What happened to you? Your lip…” “Oh, that,” Simon shrugged casually. “Got into a fight with some guy at the store. He wanted the last bottle of lemonade. You should’ve seen him—it was ridiculous,” he added with a playful wink. Avery shook her head lightly, amused by his antics, but her smile faded as her thoughts returned to the papers in her ha
"Avery..." His voice cracked as he whispered her name into the silent room. He rushed out in search of her, running through the house in a frantic hurry. He flung open her bedroom door, but it hit him like a punch to the gut—her things were gone. "No... no... no... don’t do this to me, Avery," he muttered, breathlessly, racing outside to the driveway. Her car was missing too. Panic seized him, his heart hammering in his chest. He hurried back inside, grabbing his phone with trembling hands, dialing her number. "The number you are trying to call doesn’t exist..." was the cold, automated response. The phone slipped from his grip, landing on the bed with a soft thud. David stared at it in disbelief, his mind whirling. She’d disconnected her phone. It was as if she’d wiped herself clean from his life, leaving him in a void of emptiness. "No, no, no... this can’t be happening," he whispered to himself, a mixture of fear and frustration bubbling up inside him. He snatched his car key
David stared at the paper in disbelief. "Divorce Agreement." The words felt foreign on the paper, like they belonged in someone else’s life—not his. Not Avery’s. Not their life. "Avery..." His voice cracked as he looked up at her, his eyes searching for answers, for a trace of hope. "I thought we were okay. I thought we were—" "Okay?" Avery interrupted, her voice sharp, laced with anger and hurt. "We were never okay. Not since the moment you betrayed me. Not since you let Stephanie and the rest of them walk all over me." David shook his head, stepping closer to her, desperation evident in his every movement. "But I thought we were moving past it. We’ve been through so much together—this doesn’t have to end like this. We can fix this, Avery." Avery's expression hardened, the tears threatening to spill over but held back by sheer force of will. "You slept with Stephanie! Stephanie!" She spat the name out like poison. "All because you found out that she and I had a thing in the
The room felt suffocating, thick with unsaid words and emotions neither could fully express. Avery stood still, her eyes reflecting a mix of resolve and vulnerability, while Emma, regarded her with an air of superiority, completely unbothered by the emotional storm brewing between them. "What exactly are you doing, Avery?" Emma asked, her tone still icy. "Trying to win some sort of 'wife of the year' award? You certainly won't be getting any accolades here." Avery’s throat tightened. She knew Emma's better nature still existed, and she was just hurt by her kids' actions and it was heartbreaking, standing in front of her and seeing nothing but disdain. "I am supporting my husband," Avery responded, her voice steady, though her eyes were pleading for some semblance of understanding. But it was clear Emma had none to offer. "Support him?" Emma scoffed. She snapped her fingers, her face hardening as she barked, "Security!" The door opened, and two large men entered the room, their
The room descended into a profound silence, each word from Avery hanging heavy in the air, striking like a hammer on stone. Her calm, controlled demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos Stephanie had attempted to create. David sat still beneath her firm yet gentle grip on his shoulders, the weight of her presence both comforting and intimidating. He had no idea what was coming next, but he was certain that nothing would remain the same. Stephanie’s eyes darted around the room, searching for someone to back her up, but she found none. Olivia, her ally, had fallen silent, her confidence shattered by Avery’s revelations. The air buzzed with tension as every eye fixated on Avery, waiting for her next move. "Stephanie," Avery’s voice sliced through the quiet, calm yet laced with an edge of steel. "You’ve spun a web of lies, hoping to destroy the man I love. But your plan was flawed from the beginning." Her gaze hardened, her words precise and cutting. "Your desperation led you t
All eyes turned toward her as she strode confidently into the room, the clicking of her heels echoing through the tense silence. She was dressed in a sharp, corporate ensemble—a tailored navy blazer over a crisp white blouse, paired with form-fitting pants that emphasized her graceful yet commanding presence. Her dark, wavy hair cascaded just past her shoulders, framing a face set with bold determination. A pop of red lipstick gave her a look of unshakable confidence. In her hand, an elegant leather bag swayed as she approached the table. Without hesitation, she dropped it onto the surface with a controlled authority. Standing behind David, she gently placed her manicured hands on his tense shoulders, her touch both reassuring and unwavering. The air in the room shifted, and her presence seemed to electrify the space, demanding attention without uttering a word.David’s heart raced. His shoulders tensed beneath her hands. What was she doing here? This wasn’t how he imagined her fi
As the meeting adjourned, David stormed back into his office, his mind swirling with unanswered questions. The situation with Stephanie should have been wrapped up by now, but somehow, Alex had twisted things in his favor. Now, this scandalous post was threatening to bring everything crashing down. Grabbing his phone, David quickly dialed his lawyer. "I need damage control, and I need it now," David barked into the phone. "Find out who truly made that post, and locate Stephanie. We can't afford to let this story gain any more traction." His lawyer's voice came through steady but cautious. "We'll get to work, but David, this is going to be tricky. We need solid evidence on your side-and fast. Especially considering the... steps you took to distance her from the situation." David ran a frustrated hand through his hair, trying to maintain his composure. "Get it done. Fast. And prepare something for the emergency board meeting. I'm not going down without a fight." After hangin
He was busy in his office when Olivia knocked on his door and entered."Is there a problem?" David asked."Not exactly. I just came to report to you that Stephanie resigned. She dropped her resignation letter this morning, and everyone said they didn't see her when she came to drop it," Olivia said. "Ohh, that's cool. Her paycheck should be sent to her," David ordered. "Yeah... they are working on that, but don't you think it is weird? The letter just showed up on the table this morning even though she wasn't at Phoenix this morning, and she isn't even reachable too," Olivia said."Reachable? You tried contacting her?" "Yes. Not just me. We all tried. She was passionate about her job, and it is super odd that she resigned out of the blue," Olivia said."Well... do I look like I care? Also, is that your job?" David frowned at Olivia.Her gaze fell to the floor, and she bowed her head before exiting.His door opened again, and this time around, it was Avery."Hey, look at you, lookin