I could deal with Rosalind's constant digs, but insulting my family was crossing a line.Rosalind held her reddening cheek, tears slipping down her face.Orlando's gaze turned cold. "Wren, that was uncalled for."I met his eyes, feeling that same, dull ache of disappointment. Arguing was pointless; he'd always backed her. By now, I should've known better.But my dad wasn't about to stay quiet."Orlando Reid," he said sharply, "who's your girlfriend here—her or my daughter? When Wren came home for her mom's funeral, she made excuses for you, said you were 'too busy.' I knew she was covering up for you. And I was right."All these years, not a word about marriage. Guess I get it now—you had someone else all along."Sure, your family are rich, but Wren was raised with respect. She's not here to be treated like this. If you're bold enough to defend your little fling in front of me, what do you do to my daughter when no one's around?"He looked at us both, firm. "Consider this over.
I looked at him blankly from the balcony, then turned and went back inside.The door clicked shut, and the pounding rain faded, like it was sealing away all the chaos outside.My phone buzzed from the bed—Orlando was calling.In all our years together, this was the first time he'd ever been the one to reach out after a fight.I used to think if Orlando ever swallowed his pride to comfort me, I'd be over the moon, ready to forgive anything. But now, all I felt was a dull bitterness.It was like swallowing bile, that bitterness seeping through every part of me.Then, memories from the past drifted up, uninvited...More than a decade ago, Cordelia had come to the mountains near our little town to relax. It was flood season, and in an instant, a narrow creek turned into a raging current that swept her away.My dad, who was nearby, risked his life to save her but lost his leg in the process.Since then, she'd felt indebted. When she learned I had good grades, she offered to transfe
Orlando: [We need to talk.]Me: [There's nothing left to say. We're done.]I unfollowed him on everything and blocked his number.After I got my dad settled back home, I came down with a fever. But I couldn't afford to miss work, so I showed up anyway, a fever patch on my forehead, barely holding it together.After my shift, there he was, waiting for me outside.He looked rough—like he'd barely slept and had been chain-smoking for days. "I'm sorry, Wren. I didn't know about your mom... or that last week was your birthday."I never talked about marriage because... well, my parents' marriage was a mess. I've always been scared of it."But if it'll make things right, let's go get a marriage certificate right now."He held out a bouquet of red roses.The irony stung. All those years, and he brought me flowers only after we were over.I didn't take them. "Why didn't you answer any of my calls?""Rosalind thought you were mad about me going to her graduation and trip, so she took
But late at night, the memories would creep back, stirring something deep inside me.To keep those old wounds from clouding my mind, I threw myself into work, practically living at the office.Our new team lead, Cole Carlton, caught me one day. "Don't burn yourself out, Wren! You gotta save some energy—and maybe a few hairs, too!"Cole was five years younger, tall, good-looking, with rumors floating that family connections got him the job. But after three months, no one questioned his skills. He was sharp, generous, always bringing drinks and snacks for the team, and he really knew his stuff.***"Wren, come out with us tonight!"A hand landed on my shoulder, making me jump. Without even looking, I knew it was Cole.He was good at almost everything—except personal space. He loved sneaking up on people, especially me. He'd pulled this stunt enough times that if he weren't my boss, I'd probably have smacked him by now.Since I had no plans, I agreed to go.Cole grinned, throwing
Now, though, it was Orlando who looked like he was trying to prove something.He hadn't expected me to be the one evaluating his work. He stared at me, clearly thrown. "Wren, I thought you'd never want to see me again...""Is your new game ready for review?" I cut him off, keeping it strictly business.Orlando nodded. "Yes."The whole way in, he kept trying to make conversation. "So, that hit game from NovaForge Studios—that was yours? Wren, you're... even more amazing than I realized!"Our game had blown up in the industry, and he knew it."Thanks, but let's keep this professional. You can call me Ms. Sinclair."I was surprised at how calm I felt, like all those old feelings were just... gone.Orlando looked like he wanted to say more, but he held back and led me into the studio.Rosalind was there too.Years ago, Orlando said us working together would look bad. But with Rosalind? He hadn't hesitated.Not that it mattered. I was way past caring.Rosalind, though, had clear
When I got back from my mom's funeral, it was pouring.Rain soaked through me, blurring my vision, and a heavy fog settled over my mind.My phone rang.I glanced at the screen, expressionless. "Orlando." The name brought a sharp, familiar ache.Orlando Reid and I had been together a decade. He was always distant, sometimes downright cold.I kept thinking that if I stayed, if I loved him hard enough, he'd finally let me in. But no amount of love could break through his wall of indifference.A week ago, I got the call that my mom had passed.Before she died, she worried about my future. She'd say, "Wren, you've been with Orlando so long, but he still hasn't talked about marriage. I know this might sound harsh, but I have to say it."You two come from such different worlds. If Orlando really cherished you, I wouldn't be worried. But from where I stand, it's only you who's fully committed."I'm scared you'll only end up hurt if you marry into his family."She wasn't wrong. I came
Rosalind was the daughter of an old family that kept friends with the Reids and seven years younger than Orlando and me. She'd followed him around since childhood, practically glued to his side.Even their names sounded like a match, straight out of As You Like It.With her cute face and quirky personality, Rosalind was easy to like. I liked her too, at first, treating her like a kid sister.But after she "accidentally" spilled coffee on my dress, tossed out the gift I'd given her, and somehow broke the jade bracelet Cordelia had given me, I started to see through her charm. She had a quiet hostility toward me, just barely hidden.I mentioned it to Orlando, just a few casual complaints.But he frowned and scolded, "Wren, you're an adult. Why are you being so petty about a kid?"We were twenty then, and she was thirteen. She was just a kid, and I felt embarrassed, thinking maybe things would get better as she grew up.But I was so wrong.As Rosalind got older, her hostility beca