All Chapters of Shattered Vows: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

(Harper’s pov)Greece? A mistake I had planned on keeping till I died but fuck it, trusting Alice with such vital information.What was I thinking, I got wasted and then was in bed with my tourist guide, he was very handsome like those Greek gods, maybe Ares was a perfect description.Or Artemis, maybe Eros, he was freaking handsome is all I have to say and he was being too friendly.We decided to hang out one last time before I called my vacation off, I just fought with Edward and I thought it was probably the end of our relationship back then.Unfortunately, he apologized and did all sorts of things to win my affection back and I fell for it.Going back I just realized that the only time Edward had been sweet to me was when he wanted to apologize or he needed a favor.What a fucking bastard, why should I feel bad, it not like we are dating anymore.I picked up my glass of iced tea, taking a full gulp as I glared at Edward.“Am I supposed to apologize or feel bad, mine was a mistake,

(Alice’s Pov)As I entered the room, the overpowering odor of alcohol assaulted my senses, indicating that Edward had drowned his frustrations in liquor.Advancing further into the room, my gaze fell upon Edward sprawled on the bed, accompanied by two unclothed women beside him.While I had been tirelessly working to resolve his issues, here he was reveling in the company of other women, hosting parties. The question lingered in my mind: where did he even find the resources to throw such extravagant gatherings?Heading to the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water, mustering the courage to confront Edward. Returning to the room, I hurled the water at him, breaking the glass as it shattered on the floor."What the hell!" he exclaimed, his gaze locking onto me."Are you sober now?" I demanded, discarding the glass with a resonating crash.The women looked at me in shock, their expressions betraying a mix of fear and disbelief. Perhaps I was on the brink of insanity dealing with this

(Harper’s pov)It has been two fucking days of hell, from my work and home, Alice was getting on my nerves and I couldn't take it anymore.She creates messes around the house and acts nonchalant and uses her pregnancy as an excuse, like why do I give a fuck. I didn't get her pregnant so why should I be suffering from a mistake she dragged herself into not to mention Edward?I groan, I get annoyed just thinking about him, he has turned the whole office upside down and I get the side-eyed looks from everyone because they all still think am engaged with him.Since Edward goes around lying about me begging him to take me back after he called off our engagement, the nerve of that good-for-nothing guy.He was always making mistakes and and the end of the day we the junior staff always get scolded for his errors.I have been up and down cleaning his mistake to avoid more eyes and insults from the other staff and all he does is yell and take a one-hour break.“Here are the documents,” I said

~Gideon's POV~ The drive home from the airport was exhausting, the hours of travel leaving me drained. Two weeks away from back-to-back business meetings had been more than enough. As Joshua, my assistant, navigated the car through familiar streets, he filled me in on updates from the firm. The most notable one? Edward. He had started working at the company and already managed to cause a scene. "He hit Harper," Joshua said, his voice laced with disdain. "Right in front of her coworkers." Of course, Edward would pull something like that. Hopeless and reckless—he would never change. "Was he dealt with properly?" I asked, my tone sharp. "Yes, sir." Joshua handed me his phone, showing me photos of the results. I stared at them for a moment, a flicker of satisfaction breaking through my exhaustion. Edward deserved every bit of it. "Good. Next time he lays a hand on Harper or anyone else in the firm, he'll face worse." "Yes, sir," Joshua said. "Inform payroll to send him on

~Harper’s POV~The drive back to my house was quiet, and for once, I welcomed the silence. It felt like a relief to finally share how I had dealt with my parent’s death. It hadn’t been easy, but somehow, I pulled through. When Gideon pulled into the driveway, my eyes shifted from him to the faint glow of light coming from the house. I sighed deeply. Alice must be home. The thought of seeing her face made my stomach churn. Just two days under the same roof with her felt like an eternity in hell. “You have a guest?” Gideon asked, his eyes darting between me and the house. “It’s Alice,” I said, the name bitter on my tongue. Even saying it aloud felt like admitting defeat—especially to someone who knew how broken my relationship with her was, not to mention what she’d done. Gideon raised an eyebrow, his fingers drumming on the steering wheel. “I never pegged you as the forgiving type.” “That’s because I’m not,” I shot back, my voice laced with frustration. But I could fee