"How will you go about it?" Soren asked."Well, I'll just tell him we didn't have sex," I replied."You mean you'd make him think I asked a young lady to explain these things on my behalf? That makes me look like a coward…""Oh." I buried my face in my hands, consumed by shame. "What are we gonna do?!"Just as the two of us were trying to figure it out, a voice called out, "They told me you went out to personally greet one of the guests, Soren. I was curious to see who the lucky woman might be!"A grimace crept across Soren's face."Oh, great. Speak of the devil," he muttered under his breath.I stiffened. Richard?!I didn't know him before this moment. For one, the Rockefellers were on par with the Kenways in terms of status, which placed them far above the Jones family. Our paths rarely crossed.Secondly, most of my friends were women.Soren turned and gestured politely toward him. "This is the owner of RF 6688, Richard Rockefeller. Ritchie, this is…"Richard studied me, a
I couldn't do that with Richard there, though, could I?Soren noticed my embarrassment. "Come on, almost all of our guests are here. The event is about to begin."He led me into the reception hall.It was situated a short distance from the estate's residential area, offering better privacy for the Kenways. The hall was housed in a three-story building. In addition to the reception area, there was a multifunctional conference room and an entertainment venue.The decor was subtle yet classy as if everything had been taken from a world-renowned art gallery.The hall was packed with guests, laughing and socializing. A quick glance revealed several high-ranking politicians I frequently saw on the news.As soon as we arrived, Charles quickly whispered something in Soren's ear.I knew he was busy, so I said, "You should welcome the other guests too, Mr. Kenway. I'll be fine.""In that case, excuse me. Enjoy yourself, alright? I'm sure there are some friends you know among the crowd."
I really didn't want to talk to Edward's family, but out of civility, I smiled and greeted, "Hi, Mrs. Kennedy.""Have you really hooked up with Mr. Kenway, as they say? Does he know you've been divorced? It's so unbecoming and unfit for him!" Sally questioned."Divorced? She's not even there yet! She's legally still Edward's civil partner! That makes all of this an affair!" Edith snapped, pouting angrily."Why does Mr. Kenway even have eyes for her? External beauty is all she has, anyway!" she growled.Me, committing a "marital affair?" God, they sure made things up on the fly."Have you heard of this thing called 'the brain?' You're not supposed to just own it—you're supposed to use it too," I retorted. "For example, you can easily ask anyone in this hall who had the affair first. Go on, I'll wait."Edith wasn't the wittiest. She stammered.Sally, however, was more experienced and clear-headed. "I know Ed has made mistakes, but you shouldn't be making an even more ridiculous on
Edith hesitated. "I'm planning to do one...""My daughter is the principal violinist in an international orchestra, but I wouldn't think of talking about that to most of my friends," Lisbeth said."But—"Sally tugged on Edith's elbow, a clear signal."You're too humble, Madame Kenway. Everyone knows that every Kenway is the best in their field. All of you inspire admiration. And I agree with you—Taylor is an exceptionally skilled woman. I've always thought highly of her," Sally added.She certainly knew how to switch gears.After flattering Lisbeth, she turned to me. "Madame Kenway thinks so highly of you! You should appreciate this honor.""Of course, Mrs. Kennedy," I replied with a noncommittal smile.Sally waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, don't call me that! We're family, after all."I froze. What nonsense was that?!"No, you're family with my sister, Maddison. Please don't mix us up, Mrs. Kennedy," I said sharply.Sally looked as though I had slapped her in front of eve
"Watch who you're talking to, because I think you're the stupid one!""I'm not. In fact, to prove it, I can tell that your dress is a knockoff," I claimed.Lisbeth finished her speech at just the right moment, and the crowd erupted into applause. I joined in.The woman, however, was pouting. She looked down at her dress and muttered, "How could this be a knockoff? I spent a lot of money and pulled a lot of strings to get it!"Her friends were just as stunned. "Did someone scam you?""No way! I've always bought from this seller. She knows a lot of top designers and tailors—she can always get her hands on high fashion and branded wear!" the woman insisted.Then she turned back to me with a glare. "How dare you accuse me of wearing bootlegs? You're projecting, aren't you? In fact, yours aren't even branded!"I smirked and pulled up an image on my phone. "This is the real dress. This photo was taken live at the fashion show where it debuted."Look at it, girl. The color and pattern
The crowd burst into laughter while I remained frozen in stunned surprise.Soleil was the daughter of the Kenways. She was the sister Soren had mentioned all along.I first met her at the hospital, where she pretended to be an Uber driver.That day, when she received a call—which she claimed was from her brother—I had glanced back and seen a handsome young man standing haplessly by the entrance.I had thought he looked familiar, but now I knew why.That man had been Soren.The second time we met was at my birthday party.Jean had said she was the one who scrubbed the Internet clean of any news about that embarrassing wedding, and everyone had wondered how she did it.Now I knew why. She was a Kenway. Either she had spoken to the tech companies behind these platforms or had informed Soren, who had handled it himself.And then, when I was drunk out of my wits and hadn't noticed Soleil leaving, Soren had suddenly appeared. He had claimed to be looking for someone in the club and
Brenda was too impatient. Her dress was starting to fray as she tried to pull away non-stop.The other young women rushed toward them, intending to help but only making things worse."What the hell is with your dress?! It should be illegal!" Brenda snapped."Me? You're the one who bumped into me!""Which wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for your stupid dress!""At least, my stupid dress isn't a knockoff! You're the one who's been embarrassing yourself since you put yours on!"The two were getting closer to starting a brawl, so I stepped in. "Enough, let me handle this."Man, I would have paid to watch a catfight if this were not happening at Lisbeth's birthday party. The other young women stepped away so I could examine it more closely.And the funniest part? It was the simplest tangled string imaginable. All they had to do was move closer and pull the strands off the flowers quickly. Oh my God. These women wasted so much brainpower trying to be the prettiest or the mos
Soleil led Brenda and me to the lounge on the second floor while instructing one of her people to bring needles and thread.Brenda had wanted to remove the dress so I could work on it, but since we couldn't find a shirt in her size, I had to sew it while she was still wearing it.Still, half an hour later, I had repaired the dress so well that no one would have guessed it had been ruined."See that? This is what it means to have a big heart, Brenda. You should learn from her instead of your self-important friends with main character syndromes," Soleil snarked between bites of her pastry.Brenda looked pretty upset but wasn't about to defy the Kenway heiress."It's all Edith's fault!" she grumbled. "I'm so not her friend anymore!"Soleil clapped the crumbs off her hands. "Aite. Let's go, Miss Jones!""Miss Jones?" I laughed. "What happened to 'Tay'?""Fine, Tay. In return, you can only call me Sol."Soleil was cheery, spunky, and a lot of fun. It was hard not to like her.I th
Before I could respond, Jean asked, "Don't you think this is a bit unfair to your son? His father's still alive, yet he'll never get to know him.""I didn't say he won't ever see his dad. I just… don't want it to happen now," I muttered.I was afraid Soren would fight for custody. I thought it might be better to wait until Silas was old enough to make his own informed decisions. Then, if I had to, I'd let them meet."But this is when a son needs his dad the most! A father missing out on his child's early years will be something both of them regret deeply," Jean said gently.Her words echoed in my head. Thoughts spun out of control. I just wanted the conversation to end."I… I'll think about it. You should get some rest, too. Tomorrow we're going on an excursion!"-Jean stayed for four days before flying off to her next destination. Her family had been pressuring her to find a boyfriend for the past two years, and she'd spent every major festival, including Brigidlia, abroad jus
Soren had no idea whether I was still single or how I was faring. Just in case he ever needed to escape the confines his family had imposed on him and rescue me from my misery, he had chosen to remain single himself.The thought of hearing about me after he married must fill him with dread. If I was still alone, he wanted to be my partner again. He longed to be with me, but his family had ensnared him.My son had finished his bath. I rocked him to sleep before returning to the living room.Jean was gazing at the night view from the balcony. She turned to me. "I'm surprised people here celebrate Brigidlia too.""There are people who share our ethnicity and culture everywhere. A festival helps them feel connected.""So, is my boy asleep?" she asked."Mm-hmm. I don't let him nap too much during the day so he can sleep early at night. Then I can get some time to myself."She stared at me for a few seconds. "You're a goddamn superwoman, aren't you? Raising a kid on your own and still
I had dreamed of Soren several times over the past two years.Each time, he would see how difficult it had been to raise the child alone and strangle me, shouting, "I told you, didn't I? If I hear any news about your life being anything less than perfect, I'll drag you back here, whether you want it or not!"I would wake up with a start, muttering bitterly, "Why is this just a dream?"I missed Soren.Sometimes, I daydreamed about his reaction to seeing his own son. Other times, I imagined us getting back together and living as a real, happy family.That would be so great.Jean nodded. "I think so too! Do you know he's still single? I don't think he's let go of you yet.""That's impossible. Maybe he doesn't want a romantic relationship at all."She shook her head. "I heard that his grandfather's condition has worsened. He probably doesn't have long. And yet Soren still ignores his command to marry.""His grandfather is sick again?""What do you mean again? He's old and sick. I
I watched the city shrink below me before it blurred into nothingness.A young girl sitting next to me noticed and silently passed me a packet of tissues.I thanked her and tried to bury the emotions stirring inside me, doing my best to stifle the pain.The long flight was exhausting.I finally fell asleep, leaving the pain behind as I drifted into the waking hours.-Two years later, Jean arrived in Loegria to see her godson.I picked her up at the airport with him in tow.I spotted her from a distance and waved excitedly.Silas Jones, in his pram, waved back, babbling, "Jea-Jea! Jea-Jea!"By then, Silas was 15 months old. He could walk well but still hadn't learned to speak much.Jean hurried toward us, dragging her suitcase. "I'm finally here! The plane was delayed! I hope you weren't too worried…"I wrapped her in a tight embrace. "I'm fine! I saw the delay on the FIDS board. I wasn't in a rush, so I decided to wait."Jean looked down at Silas, scanning him from head t
After calming myself, I finally drove home.When I arrived, Amanda was surprised. "Hey, I thought you left before I did! When I didn't see you, I thought you went out to eat with Jean."I shook my head. "Nah. There was a traffic jam."I'd packed my personal belongings from my office into a box.Amanda looked at me closely and asked, "Hey, are you okay? I know how much you invested in this brand. It took a lot to get here. It must hurt to sell it now.""I'm a little sad, but it is what it is. I don't feel too bad about it.""Well, you don't sound too upbeat."I sank onto the couch, suddenly feeling exhausted. "He called me while I was on my way back.""He? You mean Soren?""Yeah.""What did he say? Did he want you to get back together?" Her gaze fell to my abdomen. "Did he find out about the pregnancy?"I shook my head. "No. I sold the company and returned his money. He called to ask where the money came from.""He suspected something, didn't he?""Suspected? He knew. He st
Soren finally asked, hesitantly, "Is that really the reason?"Oh, he believed me."Of course. What else?" I retorted.I was grateful this conversation was happening over the phone. If it had been face-to-face, I would've fallen apart in panic."I thought you were doing this to avoid me," he said, his tone cold.My heart skipped a beat, but I feigned calmness. "Don't overthink it. We've been broken up for a while now. If I wanted to avoid you, I would've done so long ago."He fell silent again. I knew it was time to hang up. The longer I spoke, the more openings he would find.Just as I was about to say goodbye, he asked, "You've moved?"He'd been trying to find me recently!Panic surged through me, and I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. "Yeah. Just recently.""To avoid me?""No! My college friend Amanda is staying in Metropolis now. Do you remember her? She was there during the centennial too. She even sat in your car—""I know who she is," he interrupted. "I rememb
Jean was efficient. She convinced her family to buy the Edwardian Taylor in record time. When the news broke, my colleagues were alarmed, thinking something bad had happened.I sent out a notice telling everyone not to panic. No one would be fired after the change of ownership. I also told them to keep the news under wraps.I worried that Soren was still watching my business and me. Maybe he'd notice something was off.The acquisition process went smoothly. I lowballed my company's price as a quiet thank-you for all the help I'd received along the way.Jean's father signed the contract and paid me immediately.Seeing the sudden swell in my bank account was dizzying. This company represented years of effort, bearing witness to my first relationship and even my civil partnership.And now, it was sold. The man who had started this with me was in prison, while I was preparing to leave.Everything is impermanent.I took some time to collect myself before paying off the remaining deb
"Cause' I miss you?" I replied.We went to the Oriole. Amanda and I had been there once before—back when we met Candy and tricked her into paying for our food.This time, I swapped wine for a fruit punch and thanked Amanda for coming. While we waited for our food, I got straight to the point.Amanda looked stunned. "Is… today supposed to be April first?"I laughed. "Ha! No. This isn't a joke. I'm going to sell the company and make you my COO. If you agree, then Jeannie will be your boss, not me."Jamie's contract hadn't matured yet, so he was still the manager instead of the COO. That's why I had so much work—covering that empty position, too.Amanda stared at me, confused. "But… why? Why sell your company? Are you… in trouble?""No, it's because…" I trailed off, unsure if anyone might be listening.I leaned in and whispered in her ear instead.Amanda blinked, clearly bewildered. She looked at my abdomen. "Soren's?!"I nodded."Oh my god. Are you sure you're not the main cha
I had been pretty worried about what to eat for lunch, but Jean's question solved the problem. I was craving food from the Oriole!"My usual favorites. If you'd be so kind, hee hee.""I'll get the cook on it.""Aww, you're the best, Jeannie," I cooed.Unfortunately, Jean saw through me. "Hmph! Flattery won't get you anywhere, lady! You're still going to get an earful when I get there!"Cherry returned from walking Bullet and asked what I wanted for lunch. I told her Jean was on her way with a feast."Oh! Should I return to the office now?""Nah. Stay and enjoy lunch with me first, at least!"Jean arrived a little after 11:00 p.m. with the Oriole's finest.As I lunged at the food, Jean asked, "You're not showing morning sickness yet, huh?""Nah. My pregnancy is still early. I'm fine." I was planning to use my relatively good appetite now to indulge and store energy for my little one.It was this thought that made me realize I still wanted to keep the baby."Jeannie, I want t