Tyler’s POVThe impact of this was too much for me to handle. It didn’t come gradually. It slammed into me all at once, like a crashing wave that refused to retreat. One hit after another. My life was unraveling in front of me.I was still trying to find a way to appeal the bans placed on my accounts. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought maybe I could use my late mother’s email to write to support. Thankfully, I was the one who helped her set up that email years ago, so I still remembered her address and passwords. That one detail gave me a small window of hope.With access to her email, I could try to reach out to the support teams of my social media platforms. Maybe if they heard from me again, and I explained everything calmly, they might reason with me. I thought perhaps, no matter the number of reports my personal and business accounts had received, I could still win back access if I just explained myself.Just as I was about to log into her email, something unexpected ha
Tyler’s POVI know I was high on crack, with my incessant laughing and all, but that did not mean my sadness had disappeared. It didn’t mean that the pain inside me had vanished. If anything, it was sitting quietly beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to strike. And when it did, it hit with a force so heavy that no drug could numb it.That moment came after watching Eunice’s live.I knew she had blocked me on Instagram, and in fact, on all social platforms. But suddenly, I began to notice that people were tagging me in a live video she was doing. Out of curiosity, and a bit of guilt I didn’t want to admit, I clicked. The screen opened, and there she was—bold, composed, and heartbreakingly honest on camera.At first, I laughed. Loud and hollow. So loud that even my chest ached. But deep down, my heart bled. And by the time I was halfway through what she said, the laughter died. My eyes opened wide in shock, and I felt my body turn cold.Have you ever tried to take somethin
Eunice’s POV“Good day, ladies and gentlemen. My dearest people who want to hear from me concerning the scandal Tyler Cooper, my ex-husband, has just started. I want to begin by thanking you for believing in me and for trusting that an explanation from me would perhaps help you understand everything that happened beyond what my ex-husband was saying on his live.” I paused slowly, letting my words sink in, then continued with a firmer but gentle voice, keeping my eyes steady on the camera.“First of all, I want to admit that I am guilty of the claim that I hired Nikolas Vargas, one of the actors in Hollywood, to be my boyfriend. But was it to deceive you all? To make you look like fools as Tyler claimed?”“No. I did it, in fact, to turn Tyler’s heart away from me because I realized he was trying to crawl his way back into my life. I could feel it. I could see it. He wanted to beg for another chance.”“I know we all have the will to accept or reject the people we want or don’t want in o
Eunice’ POVI sank my phone back into my pocket and made my way to the dining area once again, even though my legs felt heavier with each step. The weight of everything I had just seen lingered in the pit of my stomach.By now, Julie and my mum were done eating. My plate had been covered to prevent the food from getting too cold.Even though I didn’t have the appetite at that moment, something within me insisted. No matter how shaken I was, I knew I had to eat. Even if it was just a little, I needed strength. Food was not just nourishment right now. It was a form of grounding.My mother and Julie, though finished with their meals, hadn’t left the table. They stayed seated, watching me with quiet eyes. As soon as I sank into the chair, they both nodded at me. It felt like they already knew. Even though I hadn’t uttered a word to explain, something about my expression must have told them everything.Perhaps they had seen the video too. Or maybe they hadn’t but had come across the gist on
Chapter 116 Heard IT! Eunice’s POVHis voice was sharp. Urgent. Almost like he couldn’t wait a second longer. It stopped me mid-sentence. “Instagram live?” I repeated, confused. I suddenly remembered the caption I had glanced at earlier, and how a lot of people had been tagging me in a video I hadn’t yet watched. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now my stomach dropped. “Yes. The guy is saying a lot of things,” Nikolas said. “He messed everything up. Maybe you should see it for yourself. I don’t think—” “Hold on, Nikolas. Let me see it and I’ll get back to you.”I ended the call without letting him finish. I could already tell what he was going to say. The heaviness in his voice, the hesitation—it all pointed to one conclusion. He didn’t want to continue. He was scared. But why? Because of something Tyler said?I could feel the anxiety crawling into my chest. What had Tyler said in that video that had Nikolas sounding like that? And if it was truly an Instagram live, th
Eunice’s POVIt was morning, and we were yet to leave Portugal. We had decided to have breakfast before our departure, hoping to start the day on a calm and thoughtful note.If it were left to me, I would have been gone as early as dawn. I didn’t want to unnecessarily keep Gabriel waiting. I didn’t need him thinking I was hesitating to hand over what was rightfully his. That was not the impression I wanted to give.Still, I remained seated with Julie at the dining table, while my mother sat across from us. The room was quiet except for the occasional clink of cutlery. But my mind was far from the table. I couldn’t seem to shake off the memory of the stranger who approached me during the night at the tavern.There was something about him that clung to my thoughts. His boldness, the certainty in his eyes. I furrowed my brow, trying hard to remember his name, but nothing came.For someone to just walk up to you and urge you not to make a decision you’d regret, all because you were battlin