I stared at Edward in disbelief. "I've never heard anyone dress up their affair in such heroic language. You made it sound like it was the greatest sacrifice humankind has ever witnessed!"Oh God. I'm not interested in whatever you choose to do with your life, but the same goes for you when it comes to mine."I told you: we are not getting back together, and we are splitting. That's the only outcome, period," I declared."I disagree. Even if you sue me in court, you won't annul our civil partnership as long as I say no," he replied firmly."Sure, maybe the first time! But they always dissolve it the second time. I'll just have to wait a few more months," I shot back.Edward was silent for a moment before he suddenly said, "Are you trying to get our divorce done quickly because you want to marry Soren?"We've been together for years, and yet I've never noticed how close you are with the Kenways. He lent you a massive sum of money, stayed at your place throughout the night, and i
"Yeah! I've been a little busy before this, so it took me until now to finally make some progress." I set my tools down and grabbed my meter ruler. "Alright. Stand still while I take your measurements.""Now? But you've got things to do," Soleil replied."Well, everyone else in your family has already had their measurements taken.""Yes!" As I took her measurements, she started chatting excitedly.She complained about Soren working overtime before being outstation two days ago—and no one knew where exactly he had gone.Then she vented about her mom pestering her about dating, even mentioning names from their elite circle. Unfortunately, she wasn't interested in any of them.At least now I understood why I hadn't heard from Soren lately. "Tay-Tay, you should visit us at home this weekend! Distract her by chatting with her so she'll stop breathing down my neck!" Soleil suddenly said.I could only decline. "I don't think I can for a while, I'm afraid.""Busy?""No. It's becau
Edward knew that my specialty was women's wear. Nearly every award I had won thus far had been for women's clothing.The only time I had ever received an award for men's wear was right before graduation. That design was still locked behind the glass cabinet at the National Academy's fashion design course.The only other piece I had made for a man was Edward's wedding tuxedo. It was perfectly crafted, too.See, it wasn't that I couldn't design men's clothing well. It was just that I had limited time and energy to focus my branding, and I believed women's clothing was the more rewarding choice.I didn't want to respond to him at all.But somehow, he guessed it correctly anyway. "You're making a suit for Soren."Edward didn't even phrase it as a question. He was that sure of himself.I straightened up from my work and said more firmly, "Get out of here, Edward."He suddenly stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. "How close are you two?! I've never seen you make clothes for any man
Edward had it worse. The scissors had plunged straight into his thigh, creating a bloody gash.I watched as blood seeped from between his fingers, even as he tried to cover it.My breath came in shallow gasps, shock and anxiety overwhelming me, yet somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought he'd brought this on himself.The phone had fallen to the side. Amid the silence, we suddenly heard Soren's worried voice.I snapped out of my daze and searched for my phone. Finally, I spotted it.Edward reached for it first, but I moved faster. I grabbed it and stepped back, putting space between us."Mr. Kenway!" I greeted.It was rare to hear Soren—who usually spoke in a calm, mild, gentlemanly manner—sound so anxious. "Taylor! What happened? Are you alright?"I glanced warily at Edward. "Nothing. Just a little situation. I can handle it.""You sure about that? Should I send someone over?""That won't be necessary, Mr. Kenway. Anyway, I have to go for now. I'll talk to you later."I
"I'm not. Honest," I fibbed."Do you want me to send someone over to check?" he asked firmly.I was stunned and helpless. "Fine… I got a graze on my arm. I've treated it with some well-placed plasters.""Just that?""Yeap.""Are you home, or are you in your workshop?" he asked."The latter.""You should go home for the night, Taylor. Lock your door and windows later. Call me if anything comes up. I'll help."I listened to his instructions in stunned silence.Hold on—why was I following his orders? We were supposed to be just friends.And yet, somehow… what he was doing made me feel like I was his girlfriend."He's… He's gone now. It was just a small cut. You don't need to be so…" I trailed off, about to tell him there was no reason for concern. I had suffered worse under the Jones.Before I could continue, though, Soren's voice softened. "Taylor, you're only human. You're not a superwoman. Be kind to yourself. It's okay to put yourself before work."I froze.Then, unexpec
"It's safer to have John's help, so don't worry about that. And don't worry! I called simply because Sol told me she visited you at work. She said you're almost done with my suit, so I thought I'd call and check in."I smiled and replied in a voice note, "I've finalized the plan for the suit, so I'll show you once you're back. "He responded, "Great!"I had a feeling he was still busy, so I decided against chatting further and ended the conversation with a "See you!"Half an hour later, the Bentley arrived. I got in and made it home safely.To ease his mind, I texted Soren to let him know I was home. He didn't reply immediately, so I couldn't tell if he was busy or had already gone to sleep.It wasn't until the next morning that I saw his reply at 3:05 am.Soren: [Got it.]He had worked that late into the night?!I frowned. I remembered what Soleil had told me about his brother's workaholic tendencies.I had no authority to chastise him, but at that moment? Man, I really want
Soren's voice was smooth and low. "Had lunch yet?"Why? Was he going to invite me to lunch?Although I found his question amusing, I answered earnestly, "Not yet. Still busy with work.""When will you be free?"Huh? What was that supposed to mean? Could it be… he had returned to Metropolis?"I'm almost done. Everything else is pretty trivial in comparison—I can finish them in the afternoon anyway," I replied."Sounds good! Let's have lunch together at the cafe across from your building," he said calmly, though I could hear the joy in his voice.Lunch! Together! Yes!I leaped to my feet in excitement. "You're back?"How insane was that? He had worked until 3:00 a.m., only to be back here by noon already?"Mm-hmm. Just in time for lunch with you."I was quivering."I'm going to get ready now," I said."No rush."I ended the call and quickly scanned my outfit.I'd chosen a casual look today since I had to take the public commute. But I had two pairs of red heels stashed in
I gulped, stepped forward slightly, and rolled up my right sleeve.The wound stood out—red and raw against my fair skin.As the fabric brushed over it, a tingling sensation spread across the fraying edges, and I winced at the understated pain. It felt like ants were gnawing at me.Soren's expression darkened. "That's a long gash. Did you treat it?""It's not bleeding anymore, right? So it's fine!"He didn't look convinced. Taking my hand, he pulled me closer to inspect the wound. "Did you use antiseptic?""Immediately after it happened!" I replied."Did you get a tetanus shot?""What?!" My hand trembled at the question, and I yanked it away.There was no way I would let him drag me to the hospital for that. "No, it's fine! The cut was shallow, and my scissors weren't rusted! The chances of tetanus infection are low!"He suddenly looked up, his gaze locking onto mine. "You're afraid of needles, aren't you?"I hesitated, then gave a small, reluctant nod. "Y-Yes…"His voice so
"So what? It's always couples' intimacy hour everywhere," Soren replied with a grin, leaning in for a kiss.I turned away. "You reek of alcohol!"He sniffed himself, clearly thinking he smelled bad, too. I expected him to ignore it and keep going, but instead, he pulled me upright. "Let's go. To the showers!"I guessed he was worried that our first time after two years would be ruined by bad breath and stench.He tried to lift me into his arms, but I was concerned he might be too tipsy. We had a playful struggle before he finally scooped me up in a bridal carry."I told you. I'm not drunk!" he insisted.I realized there was no escaping him today, so I reminded him, "Our son is still at the hospital, Soren. With Aunt Sarah.""Mm-hmm. Once his mommy and daddy love each other very much, he'll see us.""Soren! Be serious!""Loving my wife is the most serious thing there is."-Two months later, my grandmother passed away peacefully in her sleep. Soren and I had only just woken u
I got up and shot Soren a glance. "You guys must have been worried about him over these two years. Thank you for taking care of him.""Why, you're welcome," Richard replied with exaggerated pomp. "He didn't torment us, actually. He took it out on his subordinates. He worked like a machine, and everyone under him had to do the same. You should really thank his employees the most!"A pang shot through me as I looked at Soren. I'd heard about this from Jean, but hearing it again from his close friends only deepened that painful regret.I thought I'd been kind, but it was likely the cruelest thing I'd ever done to him. And yet, he held no blame against me and still loved me.It moved me. I filled both our glasses to the brim.Soren looked baffled. "What are you doing? They didn't specifically want to make you drink—""A toast to our relationship, my love," I said, passing him his glass.Soren froze, clearly not expecting this from me.The crowd, though, had already erupted into che
Being with Soren felt like a walk in the sunniest, coolest spring. He told me he loved me, and that made me his equal.Know what? It made me feel confident all of a sudden.We locked eyes for a long time before I pulled away."I… I'm basically unemployed right now," I muttered.I was about to launch a new business, but my grandmother's illness and my son's age forced me to set everything aside again."It wasn't easy raising a child alone, Tay, so don't put so much pressure on yourself. Besides, with your skills, it's only a matter of time before your career takes off again."I beamed. "You really think so? That's a lot of confidence, dude.""Of course I do." He held my hands. "Starting a business takes time and energy, so how about you move in with me? I'll raise our son while you focus on what you want to do."I laughed. "Oh God, was that the whole point of this talk from the start?"Soren laughed as well, his handsome face relaxing. "Well, now that we're getting married, whe
Soren smiled. "No need to doubt. That was one of my ulterior motives."So he wanted me to agree to our marriage because he wanted sex?!I stared at him, unmoving."Come on, I'm sending you both up," he said, his driver's presence making things awkward.Soren took the baby from my arms and strode inside.In the elevator, he stared at me without blinking.I grew self-conscious. "What?""Nothing. I just wanted to look at you, not missing a single detail," Soren replied matter-of-factly. "I hadn't dared do that before we started talking again because I was afraid you might be upset."I felt even more embarrassed.He set Silas in the cot, then turned to me and walked away.It was too late. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. I saw his face loom over mine and cried out, "Don't do this, Soren! This is Amanda's place!"His reason and restraint were still functioning, turning his kiss into a brief peck."When will you move to my villa?" he breathed."N
I knew what had happened to me. I knew what two years had done to my face. A woman aged much faster when she had a child, after all.Celebrities looked the way they did because they didn't bear the weight of child-rearing. They had the money to pamper their faces and dedicate themselves to rigorous exercise routines.I had raised my son on my own. I had help when I needed it most, but most of the time, it was just me."So, you don't think I've grown older and uglier?" I muttered.Soren laughed."Oh, I do!" he teased. "But you're the mother of my son.""What does that mean?! And you said you weren't pitying me!"He laughed again—this time, affectionately. "I was joking. I don't think you're any less than who you were back then. I actually wish you'd grow older, too. That way, only I remain by your side."I couldn't come up with a response to something so ridiculous."Do you need me to throw a grand, elaborate proposal to finally convince you I'm serious about wanting to spend t
"It's the way he looks at you. His eyes look suspicious!"Suspicious, my ass. Jamie was so far away from him by now that there was no way Soren could see anything in Jamie's "eyes."I sneered. "Don't be daft. He's got a girlfriend now." "Oh, really?""Yes, really. Can we go now?"My old colleagues had been staring at us, and I really didn't want to become the subject of their gossip. I just wanted to leave.Soren finally told the driver to go.Silas had probably exhausted himself from crying. It didn't take long for him to fall asleep in my arms.Soren stretched his arms out. "Let me.""I'm fine. It's okay for him to sleep like this. My arms are fine," I replied.I didn't want to give him an excuse to enter Amanda's residence with me again. I was only here temporarily, and I certainly didn't want things to get... steamy and intimate at her place. Besides, I didn't want to be steamy with him, period.Soren withdrew his arms sheepishly and snickered to himself.Annoyed, and
"Hello?""When are you coming back?" Soren asked in a low voice.I stood and left the lively private room. "I'm having lunch with some old colleagues. What's up?""Wow. So while I was trying to handle our son, you went out to have fun," he whined.Please. He wanted Silas with him—he was just being dramatic.The wine gave me enough courage to respond, "Weren't you the one complaining about missing out on your son's childhood? I'm just being considerate.""Fine. Where are you? I'll bring Silas to you. He wants his mom now—no one here can calm him down," he replied.Just as I had expected.I figured lunch was nearing its end anyway, so I gave him the address. "Call me when you arrive. I'll meet you at the entrance.""Got it."I returned to the room and quietly told Amanda, "I have to leave soon. You guys go ahead."She checked her phone. "Nah, we should all start packing up. We still have to work this afternoon!""Oh, right."I paid for our meal while the others chatted.Whe
The company had seen some new hires, but many were familiar faces.Case in point: Cherry Birkin. Now Amanda's assistant and principal secretary, she was ecstatic to see me."Tay-Tay! You're back!" she cried, rushing over to grab my arms. "It really is you! I'm so glad you came to see us. After disappearing for two years, I honestly thought you'd never come back!"Amanda, who had been the one to welcome me, stood beside me, smiling. "See? Your old colleagues have been complaining about you being heartless.""Aww, I'm sorry for being gone so long! How about this? Lunch is on me! Cherry, gather the old crew and invite them over!""You got it!" she replied eagerly.I stepped into Amanda's office—the same one where I used to work.A lot had changed in the interior, but everything felt warm and welcoming. The company was thriving under her and Jamie's leadership.There was a knock at the door. I turned to see the man himself."So, you really are back, Taylor," he said with a grin. "
I was irritated. If I were being generous, I'd say Soren was being proactive. If I were being honest, though, I'd call it disrespectful—he was undermining my agency!"I haven't even agreed to this yet!" I snapped, straightening my back and glaring at him as the seniors watched. "Who gave you the right to make decisions for me?!"Soren barely reacted. "You overthink everything. You hesitate more than you need to, so I thought... why not just ask your grandmother and aunt?"Turning to Sarah, he added, "What do you think, Aunt Sarah? Do you approve of us being together?"Sarah blinked, stunned, then shot a quick glance at my grandmother. My grandmother raised her hand, as though she had something to say. I leaned in immediately. "I'm listening, Grandma..."She took a deep breath, grasped my hand, and said, her voice raspy, "I can tell… Ren really loves you… You have a child now… It's good for you two to just get married."She paused, then added, "That way, I… can finally let go...