LOGINThe morning sun rays reflected through the window glass. The alarm blared at 6:30 a.m., slicing through the small apartment like a cruel reminder that life didn’t wait for her.
Esther groaned softly in her bed, she felt tired but she forced herself to get up. She rubbed her eyes and whispered, “Another brand-new day, Esther. You got this.”
Her eyes shifted to the corner of the room where her twins slept. The twins woke up and stared at their mom almost at the same time.
Her son rubbed his eyes and sat up, messy hair sticking in every direction. He said, “Mommy?” in a sleepy voice. “Is it morning already?”
“Yes, baby,” his mother replied softly, kissing his forehead. “Time to get ready.”
Her daughter peeked out from the pillow, frowning. “Five more minutes…”
A weak grin curved Esther's lips. The twins were the reason she never gave up. She walked into the tiny kitchen. The peeling paint and broken cabinet handles remind her daily of how difficult her life has become.
She warmed milk and buttered two slices of bread, placing them on the chipped table.
“Breakfast is ready!” she called softly.
Caleb and Callie rushed in, their small feet pattering against the cracked tiles. As they sat, chattering and laughing, Esther watched with a tight chest.
“They deserve more than this. One day, I’ll provide them with enough.” Esther sighed.
But as she glanced at the bills stacked up, her stomach twisted with anxiety. Rent overdue. The electricity bill is stamped in red. She swallowed hard, whispering, “Don’t think about it now. Just… just get through today.”
By the time she dressed in her plain blouse and faded skirt, she had already rehearsed the conversation she imagined having later. The stranger’s card…creased from her nervous fingers….burned in her purse.
“Make sure you behave well for Miss Ella, okay?”, she told her twins as she dropped them off with her neighbor. They hugged her tightly, her daughter’s small arms wrapping around her neck.
“Mommy, don’t be late,” her son Caleb called out waving back at his mom, and for a second Esther’s eyes stung.
“I won’t,” she promised, but felt nervous about how her day was going to be.
The skyscraper loomed before her like a giant made of glass and steel. Its walls reflected the sky, too tall, too clean, too powerful. Esther froze at the entrance, clutching her purse.
“This is luxurious,” she whispered to herself. “I don’t belong here.”
But she thought about the twins, the food they ate in small quantities, and the landlord’s threats. She needs money urgently to cover all these bills. She took a deep breath and stepped inside.
Her phone trembled in her hand as she dialed the number on the card. It rang once before a professional voice answered. “Cole Enterprise, good morning. This is the reception desk.”
Esther’s voice cracked. “Um… h-hello. I… I was told to call this number for directions.”
The woman’s tone softened slightly, as though recognizing her nervousness. “Yes, ma’am. Are you here at the building already?”
“Yes,” Esther whispered, glancing at the marble floors of the lobby. God, even the floor here is worth more than my rent.
“Please proceed to the twentieth floor. The CEO is expecting you. When you get off the elevator, head straight down the hall to the largest office at the end. You can’t miss it.”
Esther’s stomach dropped. CEO? Her breath caught. “O-okay. Thank you.”
As she hung up, her hands shook. The CEO. Oh God. What am I doing here? She whispered under her breath, “Don’t faint, Esther. Just breathe. One step at a time.”
The elevator doors gleamed like gold, her reflection staring back at her: ordinary, plain, trembling. She clenched her jaw. You’re doing this for them. For your children.
The doors slid open, and a man stepped in beside her.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, his buzz-cut hair giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His piercing blue eyes shifted to her, and a slow grin spread across his lips.
“Well, this is a nice surprise,” he drawled, leaning casually against the elevator wall. His voice was smooth, playful. “Didn’t expect to share the ride with someone this gorgeous.”
Heat rushed to her cheeks. Esther looked away quickly, clutching her purse tighter. Why is he looking at me like that?
“I… I’m just here for work,” she muttered, almost to herself.
He tilted his head, eyes glinting. “Work? With a face like yours, sweetheart, I’d have guessed modeling. Not… office jobs.”
Esther stiffened, unsure whether to feel insulted or embarrassed. She whispered under her breath, “Ignore him, Esther. Just ignore him.”
He chuckled as though he’d heard. “Don’t worry. I’ll see you around.”
The elevator chimed, and he stepped off on the nineteenth floor, flashing her one last playful wink. Her heart thudded unexpectedly in her chest. “What was that about?”
The twentieth floor was quiet, the carpet muffling her shaky steps. The air smelled of leather and expensive cologne, nothing like the sour stench of the bar where she used to work.
She stopped in front of the receptionist’s desk. The woman smiled and said politely, “ Hi, how can I help you?” Esther took a deep breath and said, I'm here for the interview.”
The receptionist nodded and checked the computer. “You may go in. He’s waiting for you.”
Esther swallowed hard. Her knees felt like water. She glanced around the office, feeling a bit odd in the place. The fancy door and serene atmosphere were a far cry from her usual surroundings.
She whispered to herself, “This is it. Don’t mess this up.”
Her fingers trembled as she gripped the office handle and pushed the door open.
The room was vast, sunlight streaming through glass walls that made the whole city stretch out beneath her feet.
And there behind a massive desk stood the man from the bar. The stranger. The one who had saved her that night.
His eyes met hers instantly, sharp and unreadable.
“Welcome to Cole Enterprise, Esther,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “I’ve been expecting you.”
Her breath hitched. The world tilted. Him?
A Door Left Open Esther stood outside the CEO’s office, her hand hovering over the polished oak door.Her heart pounded against her ribs.She had survived betrayal, hunger and the pain of leaving the hospital with two newborns and a broken heart.Yet standing outside this door terrified her more than all of those memories.A slow breath filled her lungs before escaping through trembling lips.She straightened her shoulders and knocked.“Come in.”The deep voice was calm,confident and commanding.Esther slowly pushed the door open.The office was unlike anything she had ever seen.Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked Manhattan, while awards, books and expensive furniture whispered wealth and power.Behind a massive walnut desk sat Adrian Cole.He was reading a document, his attention fixed on the page.He didn’t look up immediately.Instead, he finished reading the final paragraph, signed the document with a smooth stroke of his pen, then closed the file.Only then did he lift his eyes
The morning sun rays reflected through the window glass. The alarm blared at 6:30 a.m., slicing through the small apartment like a cruel reminder that life didn’t wait for her.Esther groaned softly in her bed, she felt tired but she forced herself to get up. She rubbed her eyes and whispered, “Another brand-new day, Esther. You got this.”Her eyes shifted to the corner of the room where her twins slept. The twins woke up and stared at their mom almost at the same time.Her son rubbed his eyes and sat up, messy hair sticking in every direction. He said, “Mommy?” in a sleepy voice. “Is it morning already?”“Yes, baby,” his mother replied softly, kissing his forehead. “Time to get ready.”Her daughter peeked out from the pillow, frowning. “Five more minutes…”A weak grin curved Esther's lips. The twins were the reason she never gave up. She walked into the tiny kitchen. The peeling paint and broken cabinet handles remind her daily of how difficult her life has become. She warmed milk a
Three years later….The bar smelled of spilled alcohol and stale smoke. The floor was sticky and the air was thick with noise. There was a rise and fall of laughter, sometimes harsh and at other times gentle, blending with a clatter of glasses.Esther wiped down the counter with a moist rag, her hands trembling from fatigue. Her blouse hung down her back, and her feet ached in old worn-out shoes. The night seemed forever.She dislikes this place. Every corner of the bar smells like shame. Every laugh feels like it’s mocking her. But she can’t leave… not yet. Not when her babies are waiting at home. She has to endure this for them.She forced a small grin as she carried another tray of whisky to a rowdy table.“Hey, sweetheart,” one of the men called, his words slurred. His friends chuckled, their eyes crawling over her like she was a prize on display. “How about a smile for me, hmm? Might earn you a bigger tip.” The man’s eyes dragged over her, his grin sloppy with liquor.Esther’s h
Her hands trembled so badly that the paper almost slipped from her hands. Esther forced herself to pay attention, her eyes reading across the first line.Petition for Dissolution of Marriage.Esther’s chest pounded in her ears.Her chest tightened, and her breath caught. Divorce? Is he divorcing me? No… this can’t be real. Not after everything she has done. Not after all the love she gave him. Not after she carried his children in her body.Her tears spilled instantly, wetting the page. She blinked hard, hoping the words would blur away into something else. But they weren't.Peter stood tall at the end of her bed, arms folded neatly, his face carved from stone. Standing beside him, Maria clung shamelessly to his arm, her smug smile cutting deeper than any blade.As Esther tried lifting her eyes, her lips began trembling as she spoke. “Peter… Why? Why would you do this to me?”His jaw flexed, but his eyes held no warmth. “Because this marriage is over. And you know it.”Her mind scr
The first thing Esther noticed was the sharp smell. It wasn't fragrance or the comforting scent of home; it was strong and sterile, the type of smell that lingered in her nose and burned her throat. Her eyelids fluttered as the brightness above her pierced into her head. She let out a groan and lifted her trembling hand, as if her fingers alone were an obstacle to block the light.The ceiling wasn’t familiar: White tiles and a bright bulb. The faint beep, beep, beep of a machine beside her. Her heart stuttered in confusion.“Where am I?” The words scraped out, rough and dry. Her lips felt cracked, her tongue rough like sandpaper.A sharp pain pressed against her ribs, and her chest tightened as she tried to sit up. Panic rose in her, sharp and bitter. She wasn’t in her room. The place didn’t look like her house either.The door creaked open. Two figures in white coats, their shoes shuffling softly on the floor as they stepped inside.“You’re awake,” one of them said gently, a doct
Chapter oneIt felt good to finally be home after a long day. Esther balanced the grocery bag on her hip as she opened the front door. The house was too quiet.For a moment, she thought maybe Peter wasn’t home. Her chest loosened at the thought but then she heard it.At first, she convinced herself it was nothing. Maybe the pipes, or maybe Peter was on a business call. But then came the sound again: a very low, feminine, breathless voice.A moan.“Ohh…yesss..mmm, harder baby….” The moan followed a sound that made her heart ache as she walked further.Her blood ran cold.Esther whispered under her breath in denial, with a trembling voice. “That's not my husband …oh God, noooo”She stood still in the doorway, her heart pumping so fast that it could ring in her ears. As she walked closer, her footsteps echoed in the too-quiet hallway, her heels clicking against the tiles.“Probably it’s the sound of the television,” she told herself quickly, clinging to hope. “Maybe he left it on.” Bu







