"Why did the mascot run away?" Mandy, the girl with Williams asked, her tone laced with curiosity. Her wide eyes darted between the crowd and the retreating figure.
Williams frowned, his sharp gaze following where the mascot had disappeared. He didn’t usually concern himself with trivial matters, yet something felt off. The image of the clumsy mascot colliding with the cake lingered in his mind, and an inexplicable pull urged him to investigate why. The murmurs of the crowd grew louder, a ripple of gossip spreading through the air. Meanwhile, the man holding the ruined cake turned on the mascot, his face red with anger. Elodie stood frozen, her heart pounding like a drum. Her vision was obscured by the frosting smeared across the mascot head. Trapped and humiliated, she realized there was only one way out. With trembling hands, she slowly lifted the oversized head, revealing her flushed, tear-streaked face. “I-I’m so sorry,” she began, her voice trembling as she faced the furious man. But before she could say more, a familiar voice cut through the commotion from behind her. “Are you okay?” Williams asked, his tone surprisingly soft. Her heart stopped, her breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t expected him to follow her. Panic surged through her veins, and without a second thought, she tried to flee. Her steps were clumsy, her vision blurred by tears. She barely registered the slick frosting beneath her feet before it was too late. Her foot slipped, and she felt herself falling, the world tilting in slow motion. She braced herself for the cold, hard floor. But instead of hitting the ground, she landed in strong arms. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped her, the one she had gifted him so long ago. It was bittersweet, a memory of a time when they were inseparable. She opened her eyes, her breath hitching as she found herself face-to-face with Williams. For a brief moment, their eyes locked. His gaze was unreadable, filled with emotions she couldn’t name—shock, anger, something deeper that flickered and vanished too quickly to grasp. Her heart ached as she realized just how much she had missed those eyes, even as they bore into her with a mix of disdain and indifference. Then, without warning, he let her go. His hands released her as if her touch burned, and she fell to the ground with a thud. The pain that shot through her back was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the agony in her chest. Tears filled her eyes, but she bit her lip hard, refusing to let herself cry in front of him. “Oh no!” Mandy’s voice broke the tension as she rushed to Elodie’s side, kneeling down to help her up. “She slipped out of your hands!” Mandy said, looking at Williams in disbelief. But Williams had already stepped back, his face a mask of cold detachment, his gaze avoiding Elodie as if she were nothing more than a nuisance. Elodie accepted Mandy’s help, her body protesting every movement. She stood shakily, her clothes smeared with frosting, her hair a wild mess. The humiliation was almost unbearable. “Are you okay?” Mandy asked, her voice kind, her hand lingering on Elodie’s arm. Elodie nodded, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m fine,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. The crowd’s whispers grew louder, their curious eyes darting between her and Mandy. “They look like twins.” “It’s uncanny.” “Same face, same eyes... Is this some kind of drama?” The murmurs reached Mandy, and her eyes widened as she finally noticed the striking resemblance between herself and Elodie. Her gaze flicked back and forth, confusion evident on her face. “We... we look alike,” she murmured. But Elodie wasn’t listening. Her focus was on Williams. She searched his face for any sign of the man she used to know, for a flicker of recognition. What she found instead was a cold, hardened stare. His eyes, once filled with love and laughter, now glinted with disdain. He looked at her as though she were a stranger, someone unworthy of his time. Sensing the tension, Mandy hesitated before asking, “Do you two know each other?” Williams’s response was quick, his tone cutting. “I’ve never seen this person before.” Without sparing her another glance, Williams took Mandy’s hand and turned away, leading her through the crowd. Elodie watched them go, ignoring the whispers of the crowd, cutting into her like tiny blades.“I’ve never seen this person before.” Elodie smiled bitterly as Williams' words replayed over and over in her head. "You deserved that and more, Elodie," she told herself. As she made her way home, she recalled the events of the past and sighed. Life had become much harder since then. Now, she scraped by, living paycheck to paycheck, her once grand aspirations replaced by the desperate need to survive. "None of this compares to the pain I caused Williams," she told herself. "It's a good thing he's found someone who makes him happy." When she finally reached her tiny apartment, she collapsed onto the sagging bed, staring at the cracked ceiling. Memories came rushing back...the laughter she and Williams had shared, and his earnest dreams. Now, someone else had restored what she had broken. By morning, her body ached from exhaustion, but she forced herself to get ready. Today was critical. If she didn’t get paid for her shift at the bar, she wouldn’t have enough to complete
Elodie trailed behind Williams, her trembling fingers clutching her torn blouse together. Each step behind him felt like a countdown to something she wasn’t prepared for. The air was filled with unspoken words and bitter memories for him. Williams didn’t slow his pace, his broad shoulders squared, his every movement controlled and precise. He walked ahead as if she weren’t even there, as if leading her somewhere was just an unfortunate errand he had to run. Elodie bit her lip, her mind racing. Williams had saved her, yes...but she believed it was not out of kindness. There was no kindness in the way he had looked at her, no softness in his cold, detached expression. She could tell that he still hated her.What surprised her was the fact that he had a VIP room. She had been working at the bar for a while but had never seen him there before. When they reached the VIP room, Williams pushed the door open without sparing her a glance. "Go on," he said, his voice impatient. Elodie h
Williams barely had time to react as Elodie’s lips brushed against his. It was soft, hesitant...yet desperate. A plea. A need. His entire body stiffened. Her warmth was intoxicating, her scent faintly sweet, utterly familiar..wrapped around him, making his blood run hotter. He had spent so many nights trying to erase her from his mind, but here she was, pressed against him, pulling him back into a past he had fought so hard to forget. She murmured his name, her voice weak but filled with yearning. Something inside him snapped. His hands moved on their own, gripping her waist, pulling her against him. His lips crashed into hers, not gentle, not hesitant this time. His kiss was rough, demanding, filled with pent-up frustration and unspoken emotions. Elodie gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, his fingers digging into her hips. He pushed her back against the couch, his weight pressing into her, his body acting on instincts he had spent years suppressing. 'Damn it.
The first thing Elodie noticed was the stillness. The sterile scent of antiseptics filled the air, and the morning light filtering through the thin curtains cast a faint glow over the pale hospital walls. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the brightness, but for a moment, she remained still. 'Where am I?' Then, reality crashed over her. Williams. The bar. The kiss. Elodie sucked in a sharp breath, pressing her hands against her burning cheeks. 'What was I thinking?' The memory of Williams' touch, his rough desperation, the way he had held her..it all came flooding back, making her stomach twist. She shut her eyes tightly. 'I have to leave here. Now.' Pushing back the covers, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. The cold floor sent a shiver up her spine as she stood, her body still a little weak from whatever had been in that drink. She reached for her clothes, neatly folded on the chair beside her. Just as she reached for them, the door creaked open. Elodie turn
Elodie sat on the hospital bed, staring at the door Williams had just walked through. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed them against her lap. Why did it feel like she had let him down? A sharp sigh left her lips. 'No. This is for the best.' She shook off the lingering emotions and pushed herself up. There was no point in thinking about him. She had other problems to deal with...like the fact that this was a private hospital, and every second she spent here was adding to a bill she couldn’t afford. She needed to leave. Fast. She reached for her folded clothes, but as she moved, something heavy slid from the chair and landed on the floor. She looked down. Williams' coat. She quickly bent down and picked it up. The fabric was warm against her fingers, his scent lingering in every fiber—clean, crisp, expensive. She hesitated for a second before shaking her head. 'I’ll return it to him. It’s just a coat.' After changing into her clothes, she went to the fron
Elodie stared at her belongings as she thought of what to do. Finally, she called her second job, the one where she sometimes worked events, hoping for any sliver of hope. But the voice on the other end was curt. "Elodie, didn't you get the termination email? And your last pay went toward replacing the mascot uniform you ruined. It wasn't even enough." The line went dead before Elodie could argue. She felt like the ground beneath her was crumbling. Everything was slipping away. She sighed, picked up her stuff and began to walk away. Minutes later, Elodie sat on the creaky bed of a budget motel, staring at the peeling wallpaper. The room smelled of cheap air freshener, trying and failing to mask the scent of dampness. She dropped her bag onto the floor, exhaling slowly. 'This is it. This is my new life.' Her fingers brushed against the ring pendant hanging from her necklace, a painful reminder of the past. She had once lived in luxury, surrounded by wealth and privilege.
Williams stood outside the luxury shoe store, gripping his coat so tightly his knuckles turned white. He shouldn’t be here. After his receptionist informed him that Elodie had dropped off his coat, he picked it up to dump it in the trash. But somehow, somehow, he had ended up following Elodie instead with the coat in his hand. And now, he stood outside like a fool, watching through the glass as Elodie worked. She had changed. The confident, powerful CEO was gone. In her place was a woman kneeling before customers, helping them slip on overpriced shoes like a servant. His teeth clenched. He had almost walked in when that so-called "friend" from her past mocked her. He had almost intervened. But then... That man appeared. Williams’ entire body stiffened as he listened. How could he forget the face of Bryce Tanner, the man who took everything from him? And then... "No wonder… you’re my wife." Williams felt like something snapped inside him. His chest tightened as if som
Elodie staggered under Williams' weight as he leaned heavily against her. His breath reeked of alcohol, and she struggled to keep both of them from collapsing onto the sidewalk. Her heart pounded in her chest as she glanced around, searching for anyone who might help, but the streets were deserted. The evening had long since surrendered to the hush of the night, leaving only the distant hum of passing cars.With sheer determination, she spotted a bench at the far end of the sidewalk and, step by painstaking step, led him toward it. By the time she lowered him onto the bench, her limbs trembled from the exertion. She bent over, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.Her eyes darted to his pocket. His phone. Maybe she could call someone. She reached in and pulled it out, her fingers working quickly, but the screen lit up with a password prompt. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips.“Great,” she muttered, shoving it back into his pocket.Her gaze softened as she crouched in front
Elodie stared at the words boldly inscribed on the certificate in her hand. "Master of Business Administration (MBA) in Business and Technology." She traced the letters with her fingers, feeling a strange mix of pride and determination. This wasn’t just a piece of paper, it was her weapon, her proof, her key to the future she was fighting for. The first time she received it, she had felt happiness. But now? Now, she felt even happier than she did the first time. She had taken a quick break from her job at the store to pick up the certificate. Now, she had both the hard copy in her hands and the soft copy in her inbox. Her shift passed in a blur. Customers came and went, designer shoes exchanged hands, but her mind was elsewhere. She was already moving forward, already seeing herself beyond this store, beyond this version of herself. That night, as soon as she got home, Elodie grabbed her laptop and pulled up a list of top tech companies. Her fingers paused over one na
"Good morning, big guy," Elodie said warmly, her voice laced with a softness that made Williams' chest tighten. "Just wait a moment, breakfast will be ready soon.In the meantime, you can go wash up in the bathroom. There are new toiletries there that you can use."Williams swallowed, nodded, and made his way toward the bathroom without another word. Everything still felt surreal. He could remember coming to see Elodie last night, could remember how lost he had felt—how much he had needed her. But now, in the cold light of morning, a fresh wave of confusion hit him.Inside the bathroom, he turned on the shower, letting the water run over his aching body. As his fingers traced the cool porcelain of the sink, his eyes caught the small details around him.....a single towel hanging neatly, a single toothbrush, and a few other things.His brows furrowed.This didn’t feel like the home of a married woman.Williams could vividly recall the conversation between Elodie and her husband yesterda
Elodie staggered under Williams' weight as he leaned heavily against her. His breath reeked of alcohol, and she struggled to keep both of them from collapsing onto the sidewalk. Her heart pounded in her chest as she glanced around, searching for anyone who might help, but the streets were deserted. The evening had long since surrendered to the hush of the night, leaving only the distant hum of passing cars.With sheer determination, she spotted a bench at the far end of the sidewalk and, step by painstaking step, led him toward it. By the time she lowered him onto the bench, her limbs trembled from the exertion. She bent over, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.Her eyes darted to his pocket. His phone. Maybe she could call someone. She reached in and pulled it out, her fingers working quickly, but the screen lit up with a password prompt. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips.“Great,” she muttered, shoving it back into his pocket.Her gaze softened as she crouched in front
Williams stood outside the luxury shoe store, gripping his coat so tightly his knuckles turned white. He shouldn’t be here. After his receptionist informed him that Elodie had dropped off his coat, he picked it up to dump it in the trash. But somehow, somehow, he had ended up following Elodie instead with the coat in his hand. And now, he stood outside like a fool, watching through the glass as Elodie worked. She had changed. The confident, powerful CEO was gone. In her place was a woman kneeling before customers, helping them slip on overpriced shoes like a servant. His teeth clenched. He had almost walked in when that so-called "friend" from her past mocked her. He had almost intervened. But then... That man appeared. Williams’ entire body stiffened as he listened. How could he forget the face of Bryce Tanner, the man who took everything from him? And then... "No wonder… you’re my wife." Williams felt like something snapped inside him. His chest tightened as if som
Elodie stared at her belongings as she thought of what to do. Finally, she called her second job, the one where she sometimes worked events, hoping for any sliver of hope. But the voice on the other end was curt. "Elodie, didn't you get the termination email? And your last pay went toward replacing the mascot uniform you ruined. It wasn't even enough." The line went dead before Elodie could argue. She felt like the ground beneath her was crumbling. Everything was slipping away. She sighed, picked up her stuff and began to walk away. Minutes later, Elodie sat on the creaky bed of a budget motel, staring at the peeling wallpaper. The room smelled of cheap air freshener, trying and failing to mask the scent of dampness. She dropped her bag onto the floor, exhaling slowly. 'This is it. This is my new life.' Her fingers brushed against the ring pendant hanging from her necklace, a painful reminder of the past. She had once lived in luxury, surrounded by wealth and privilege.
Elodie sat on the hospital bed, staring at the door Williams had just walked through. Her fingers trembled slightly as she pressed them against her lap. Why did it feel like she had let him down? A sharp sigh left her lips. 'No. This is for the best.' She shook off the lingering emotions and pushed herself up. There was no point in thinking about him. She had other problems to deal with...like the fact that this was a private hospital, and every second she spent here was adding to a bill she couldn’t afford. She needed to leave. Fast. She reached for her folded clothes, but as she moved, something heavy slid from the chair and landed on the floor. She looked down. Williams' coat. She quickly bent down and picked it up. The fabric was warm against her fingers, his scent lingering in every fiber—clean, crisp, expensive. She hesitated for a second before shaking her head. 'I’ll return it to him. It’s just a coat.' After changing into her clothes, she went to the fron
The first thing Elodie noticed was the stillness. The sterile scent of antiseptics filled the air, and the morning light filtering through the thin curtains cast a faint glow over the pale hospital walls. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the brightness, but for a moment, she remained still. 'Where am I?' Then, reality crashed over her. Williams. The bar. The kiss. Elodie sucked in a sharp breath, pressing her hands against her burning cheeks. 'What was I thinking?' The memory of Williams' touch, his rough desperation, the way he had held her..it all came flooding back, making her stomach twist. She shut her eyes tightly. 'I have to leave here. Now.' Pushing back the covers, she swung her legs over the side of the bed. The cold floor sent a shiver up her spine as she stood, her body still a little weak from whatever had been in that drink. She reached for her clothes, neatly folded on the chair beside her. Just as she reached for them, the door creaked open. Elodie turn
Williams barely had time to react as Elodie’s lips brushed against his. It was soft, hesitant...yet desperate. A plea. A need. His entire body stiffened. Her warmth was intoxicating, her scent faintly sweet, utterly familiar..wrapped around him, making his blood run hotter. He had spent so many nights trying to erase her from his mind, but here she was, pressed against him, pulling him back into a past he had fought so hard to forget. She murmured his name, her voice weak but filled with yearning. Something inside him snapped. His hands moved on their own, gripping her waist, pulling her against him. His lips crashed into hers, not gentle, not hesitant this time. His kiss was rough, demanding, filled with pent-up frustration and unspoken emotions. Elodie gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, his fingers digging into her hips. He pushed her back against the couch, his weight pressing into her, his body acting on instincts he had spent years suppressing. 'Damn it.
Elodie trailed behind Williams, her trembling fingers clutching her torn blouse together. Each step behind him felt like a countdown to something she wasn’t prepared for. The air was filled with unspoken words and bitter memories for him. Williams didn’t slow his pace, his broad shoulders squared, his every movement controlled and precise. He walked ahead as if she weren’t even there, as if leading her somewhere was just an unfortunate errand he had to run. Elodie bit her lip, her mind racing. Williams had saved her, yes...but she believed it was not out of kindness. There was no kindness in the way he had looked at her, no softness in his cold, detached expression. She could tell that he still hated her.What surprised her was the fact that he had a VIP room. She had been working at the bar for a while but had never seen him there before. When they reached the VIP room, Williams pushed the door open without sparing her a glance. "Go on," he said, his voice impatient. Elodie h