Avery arrived at Phoenix headquarters and learned that David hadn't arrived. The Park family was supposed to be here, but looking around, there was no sign of them. A sense of unease settled in her chest. “No news from any of them?” Avery asked the security chief, her voice tinged with anxiety. The chief hesitated before answering. “Um… we’ve received news, ma’am. They got into an accident. It’s serious.” Her heart dropped. “What?” she gasped, panic rising in her throat. “Take me to the hospital now.” “Ma’am,” the chief interjected gently, “the board meeting is starting soon, and then the inauguration later. You’re the only family member here, and you should attend in their place. It’s going to be short, and I’ll see to it that it’s extra short so you can go see them in the hospital. Perhaps they’ll be back in time for the inauguration.” “That won’t be necessary,” a cold, masculine voice interrupted from behind them. Avery turned, her eyes narrowing as she saw Alex and
"Congratulations, baby," Stephanie purred, handing Alex a glass of wine. Her own glass, filled with juice, glistened under the dim light. They clinked glasses and shared a lingering kiss."It's too early for that." Alex's voice held a bitter edge as he took a sip, his eyes clouding over. "My position is only temporary. If David wakes up, I’m back to square one."Stephanie leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "Kiss me again. I want to taste the alcohol since the baby won't let me have any," she teased, her words a soft plea.Alex chuckled, a dark, hollow sound that filled the room. "Five months, and you'll be free, okay?" He kissed her forehead, but his gaze was distant, lost in thoughts she couldn't reach.Stephanie sighed, resting her head against his chest, her hand protectively covering her growing belly. "It feels like forever. I didn’t realize nine months could stretch on like this," her voice reflected her impatience."It’ll all be worth it when you’re holding
Avery's voice trembled as she repeated, “What is she talking about?” Simon stepped forward, his face tight with tension. "Stephanie, get out," he demanded, reaching for her arm. But Avery, fueled by a mix of fear and fury, intercepted him. “She’s not going anywhere. Stephanie, answer me!” Her voice cracked, echoing with desperation. Stephanie hesitated, her eyes flickering with a cruel satisfaction. “Your dear Simon here,” she began, savoring every word, “paid the bartender to get David drunk. Then, he called me and set up that little scene in the suite. He wanted me to make sure you—and your family—saw us together.” Avery's heart pounded as she processed the words, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. This was what Stephanie wanted to throw at her? Simon's betrayal stung, but right now, it felt insignificant compared to everything else weighing on her soul. She was too tired, too drained to waste her energy on their petty games. "You two," Avery spat, her voice icy and d
David’s gaze shifted toward Stephanie, his eyes softening in a way that made Avery’s heart sink. The man she had just begun to love was looking at another woman with affection—as it seemed to her—and it tore her apart. “You’re awake!” Stephanie rushed to his side, gripping his hand as though it were a lifeline. “Get away from him!” Avery’s shout echoed through the hospital room. Stephanie turned, her face contorting into a mockery of confusion. “David, who is this woman, and why is she yelling at me?” David's brow furrowed as he glanced from one woman to the other. “I... I don’t know her.” Avery’s fists clenched, her frustration bubbling over. “Stephanie cheated on you with her own brother and got pregnant! We were forced into marriage a week after, and we’ve been living together ever since! I am your wife!” Stephanie’s eyebrows shot up, her voice laced with feigned innocence. “Why are you yelling at him?! And who is Stephanie?” she asked, echoing David’s bewilderment. A
The days that followed were harder than Avery imagined. David avoided her like the plague, retreating into his shell whenever she tried to get close. Every effort she made seemed to push him further away, making her feel desperate and foolish. She tried to recreate moments from their past, hoping to spark a memory, but it only left her feeling more isolated.One evening, as she was chopping vegetables in the kitchen, lost in thought, a voice cut through her reverie."Hey, Stranger."Avery didn’t look up from the chopping board. She knew the voice too well."Look at you. Who would believe Avery could act so desperately like this for a man's attention?" Stephanie sneered, stepping into the kitchen."Stop disturbing me. Don't make me tell Alex what you've been up to for the past week," Avery warned, her voice steady, but her grip on the knife tightened."Don’t make me tell David that you’re a lesbian," Stephanie countered, a smirk curling on her lips.Avery scoffed, finally looking up, h
Back inside the house, David stood at the window, watching her. The moonlight bathed Avery's silhouette in a soft glow, accentuating the quiet sadness that clung to her like a second skin. She stood still, gazing up at the sky, as if searching for something. He couldn’t place the ache in his chest, but it was there, persistent and gnawing, stirring feelings that had been buried under the fog of his memory.He sighed deeply, running a hand over his face as he tried to make sense of the emotions swirling inside him. Everything felt like a mess—his thoughts, his memories, his life. Every time he reached for a familiar memory, it slipped through his fingers, leaving him more lost than before.Yet there was something about Avery that tugged at the edges of his mind, a pull that made him want to remember. The fire in her eyes, the way she stood her ground... It felt like home, even though he couldn’t quite grasp why.With a heavy sigh, David pushed away from the window. Before he could ta
"Who is right?!" Stephanie repeated, her voice sharp and demanding.David looked between the two women, his brow furrowing as he tried to make sense of the situation. He could see the determination in Avery’s eyes, the strength she was clinging to. And then there was Melissa, a symbol of everything he was trying to remember but somehow felt so wrong. The more he looked at Melissa, the more he realized she definitely wasn’t the one.David finally stood, moving to Avery’s side. His hand rested gently on her shoulder. The gesture was simple but spoke volumes.Stephanie’s face twisted in shock and anger, her eyes darting between David and Avery as if searching for some crack in their united front. But there was none.“You’re really going to side with her? The maid?” she demanded, her voice rising with disbelief."My wife," David said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.Avery felt the tension in David’s grip, the conflict he was still grappling with. But he was standing with he
The door creaked open, and David looked up, half-expecting to see his mother or Avery. But instead, it was Alex. His tall figure filled the doorway, his presence immediately commanding the room. The air thickened with tension as Alex’s eyes swept over the room, finally settling on David with an unreadable expression.“What's up, dweeb?” Alex smirked, stepping into the room with a swagger that immediately grated on David. He circled to the other side of the bed, his gaze briefly flicking to their unconscious father before landing back on his brother.“What are you doing here?” David’s voice was tight, his anger barely contained. “Dad’s been here for weeks, and you didn’t bother to show up once. Don't bring your negative energy into his room. He wouldn’t want you here if he woke up. Just leave.”Alex’s smirk didn’t waver, though there was a hardness in his eyes. “I came to say goodnight to Dad,” he said, his tone deceptively calm. There was something chilling about the way he said it,
**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