ESSENCE
I sat quietly in the corner, watching everyone eat, drink, and laugh like it was the happiest day of their lives. Well, it probably was. Everyone’s life but mine. They looked right through me, as if I didn’t exist. Which was ironic, considering I was supposed to be the co-star of the show. It was my tenth wedding anniversary, for goodness’ sake. Ten years married to Alex Watson, yet here I was, the invisible woman at my own celebration. But not Remi Vanguard. Oh no, Remi was impossible to miss. She was the star of the evening. She floated around like she owned the place… like she owned my husband. Alex couldn’t take his eyes off her, and neither could half the people here. Including my nine-year-old son, Asher, who seemed to think she was some kind of goddess sent from heaven to grace us with her presence. I looked at the party I had spent weeks planning. The decorations, the flowers, the cake I nearly lost my eyebrows baking in the middle of the night because the caterer flaked. I had imagined this night so differently. I had pictured Alex smiling at me and dancing with me. I had hoped it would remind him of what we had, and rekindle our lost flame. Instead, Remi stood glued to his side, laughing at something he said and nobody seemed to think anything was wrong with that. Not even Asher, who leaned up on his tiptoes and kissed her cheek like she was his mother. My hands clenched into fists. I was pretty sure my nails left tiny crescent moons in my palms. I had to remind myself to breathe. Remi’s arm was hooked through Alex’s, and she looked like the woman of the hour. Correction: my hour. I stood, ready to remind my dear husband whose anniversary it was, but just as I moved, Remi’s eyes flicked toward me. Her lips twitched. Was that a smirk? Oh, it was. That did it. I started toward them, my legs moving faster than my brain could keep up. I had words...many, many words for Remi Vanguard and my apparently blind husband. But before I could reach them, she slipped her fingers into Alex’s and tugged him toward the pool. And like a loyal little puppy, he followed. “Alex!” I called after him, my voice louder than I intended. But Remi was the one who turned, smiling sweetly, as if I had called for her. I didn’t see her foot until it was too late. She stuck it out just as I reached them. I tripped, stumbled forward… and grabbed her on instinct. If I was going down, she was coming with me. We crashed into the pool and the water swallowed us both. The cold hit me like a slap, shocking the air from my lungs. My red floral dress ballooned around me, dragging me down. For a moment, I struggled, disoriented. Then I surfaced, coughing, gasping. My soaked hair plastered to my face. I looked around, searching for Alex. And there he was. My husband. My hero. He stripped off his jacket and dove into the pool. And for one stupid second, I thought he was swimming to me. But no. He swam right past me. Straight to Remi. He scooped her up like she was some fragile, helpless thing. Like she hadn’t been the one who tripped me in the first place. My chest ached, and not because of the cold water. No, this ache was deeper. It hurt like hell. I stayed there in the water for a moment, watching them. People were staring, whispering behind their hands. I told myself to move. To get out. To breathe. When I finally pulled myself out of the pool, I was shaking so hard my teeth chattered. That was when I saw Asher. My sweet boy. He was running toward me with a towel in his hands. My heart lifted. At least he remembered I was his mother. But he followed in his father's footsteps and ran right past me. He didn’t even look at me. I turned to follow his path and saw him fussing over Remi, wrapping the towel around her like she might shatter without it. She was already wrapped in Alex’s jacket, but God forbid the men in my life miss a chance to worship at her feet. I stood there, dripping wet, feeling like someone had taken a hammer to my chest and cracked it open. And then Alex was in front of me, his face thunderous. He grabbed my wrist hard enough to make me wince. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he demanded. “Why did you push Remi into the pool?” I stared at him. “Is that what she told you?” “Answer me!” he barked. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. A few people who had seemed sorry for me a moment ago were now looking at me like I was something they needed to scrape off their shoes. Remi approached, dragging Asher along like a prize she’d won at a carnival. Her hair was wrapped in the towel now, her face pale and fragile-looking. She spoke in a soft, trembling voice. “Yes, Essy… I just… I don’t understand. Why would you do something like that?” Her innocent act made my fingers itch. I wanted to slap the halo right off her head. But if I did, they’d have me arrested for assaulting a saint. I turned back to Alex. “I’m your wife,” I said. “Did you even notice that I fell into the pool too?” “Oh, shut up,” Alex's sister, Vesper snapped, appearing out of nowhere like a bad smell. She got right in my face, eyes flashing. “You’ve always been jealous of Remi because she’s young, sexy and everything you’re not.” Vesper had always hated me. I was never thin enough, never pretty enough, never enough for their precious family. And Alex would always ask me to overlook her actions and not take her mean words to heart. “You’re an oversized pig,” she sneered. “What did you expect? My brother to fish you out of the water like some prize catch? Look at yourself. Who would bother? You're a miserable......" “Enough, Vesper,” Alex said, frowning at his sister like she was a rowdy guest who’d spilled wine on his carpet. But then he looked back at me, and the frown deepened. “You’ve done enough tonight, Essy. You should leave.” I laughed. Not because it was funny. It was either laugh or cry, and I was fresh out of tears. “Leave?” I asked. “This is my party, Alex. You want me to leave my own anniversary party?” “You should have thought of that before pushing Remi,” he replied. I took a deep breath and smiled. “Fine. You believe I pushed her. I say we check the cameras. We can all watch together, see what really happened.” For a moment, Remi’s mask slipped. I saw the panic in her eyes. She hadn’t expected that. I turned to head toward the security office. I had installed those cameras for this night, to capture our happiest moments. Funny how things turn out. Before I could take a step, I heard Alex shout. “Remi!” I spun around just in time to see her slump in his arms like a rag doll. Of course. Vesper jumped into action. “We need to get her to the hospital. Now!” Everyone sprang into motion like it was a fire drill. They whisked her away in a flurry of panic and whispered concern. I saw Asher following, his hand reaching for Remi’s like he belonged with her. I quickly pulled him back, blocking his path. “Ash,” I said softly. “Please…” He pulled his hand away like I was something dirty. “Don’t touch me, Essy,” he said, his voice cold. “Stop embarrassing us.” Essy. Not Mom. Not even Mother. And then he was gone. They all left. And I was alone. Just me. Standing there. Wet, cold, and abandoned, like I was the most insignificant person in the world.LUCIAN I sat behind the wheel, hands gripping the steering like I was bracing for impact. My eyes kept drifting to the house in front of me, but my thoughts were far from still. Something about this felt wrong. This whole thing. The call. The way Essence had broken down after hearing Asher’s voice. It didn’t sit right with me. My gut told me it was a trap, carefully laid, probably by Alex. But how could I stop her? How could I look into her tear-filled eyes and say, “Don’t go see your son?” I closed my eyes, my mind dragging me back to the moment after Essence had received the call. She had sat on the edge of the bed, clutching her phone, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm. Then she looked at me, eyes wide, lips shaking, and asked, “Am I a terrible human, Lucian?” My heart cracked in that moment. “I must be a terrible mother, right? No matter what, Asher is a child. I was so angry at him that I didn’t go to see him at the hospital. I’m a very terrible person, righ
ALEX The knock came while I was pacing like a lunatic in the living room. My chest tightened. I practically ran to the door, yanked it open... And there she was. Essence. She stood there, panic flickering in her eyes, but damn… she looked more beautiful than I remembered. Her skin glowed like warm honey under the porch light. That simple purple dress hugged her curves like it was custom-made for her body. I had to physically clench my fists to stop myself from reaching out and pulling her into my arms. For a second, I forgot why she had left. For a second, I forgot everything except the fact that she was here. Breathing the same air as me again. It felt like someone had hit rewind and taken me back to the very first day I met her. What the hell went wrong? How did I ever let this woman slip through my fingers? "Are you going to stand there gawking or move out of the way?" she asked, her voice cutting clean through my daze. I blinked fast, scrambled back. "I’m sorry,"
ESSENCE I closed my eyes the moment Lucian's hands returned to my skin. I’d like to say I was relaxed, but the truth? I was tense for all the wrong reasons—and all the right ones too. His fingers moved over my back with slow, practiced strokes. Warm palms, confident pressure. Up along my shoulder blades, down the curve of my spine. Every pass sent a ripple of heat through me, like he was lighting little matches all over my skin. And there I was, lying under him, towel clinging to my hips, biting my bottom lip like I could chew my way through the tension. The way he touched me..... Like my body was a map he already knew but still wanted to explore. Every touch felt intentional, and yet... teasing. And don't even get me started on my heartbeat—it was thumping so loud it felt like the massage table was vibrating with it. Then he got to my waist. He paused, leaned in a little—close enough for his breath to tickle my ear—and asked, voice smooth and impossibly patient, “Can I ta
ESSENCE“Are you okay?” Lucian asked for the umpteenth time as he drove us home, one hand on the wheel and the other gently resting on my thigh like I might float away if he let go.I nodded once again, but my nod felt like a lie. “I don’t know,” I finally muttered, staring out the window like I was in a low-budget Netflix drama. “I keep thinking about Vesper.”He didn’t say anything right away. Just kept driving while the city lights rolled past us like soft blurs. Then he said, “You played your part, Essence. She's in the hospital. She’ll live—because of you. It could’ve been worse. She could’ve died. Don’t forget that.”And he was right. God help me, he was right. I did play my part. I warned her. I tried. I didn’t watch her walk into that trap.... I reached out. Even if she bit my hand in the process.Now I just hoped she healed completely… and that I never had to see her face again.When we got back home, I felt like I had stepped into a different world. A better one. One where t
ESSENCE I narrowed my eyes at him, lips curling into a teasing smile. “No, Lucian. I mean… what do you love in a woman? Like—what’s your type? Chubby? Size 8? Tall with a neck like a giraffe?” He barely let me finish. “Essence. I’m attracted to Essence.” I snorted. “Okay, got it—Essence is code for chubby…” “No.” He cut me off, more serious now. “You don’t get it.” I raised an eyebrow, still amused. “Then please, enlighten me. The court is listening.” He reached out and gently cupped my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks like I was made of something delicate. “If for some reason,” he began, “you became a size 8, or really fat, or tall, or short, or whatever shape life throws at you… it wouldn’t change a thing. I don’t love you because of how you look. I love you because you’re you. You are my spec, Essence. You are what I want. And nothing—nothing—can ever change that.” My smile faded slowly. I just stared at him, trying to figure out if he was serious. “If this is
ESSENCE When we got back to the room, I sat down, but my mind refused to. I was trying really hard to forget everything else and just focus on Lucian—on us—but my face was apparently doing its own thing. The unease was written all over it, like I was the cover page of Worried Weekly. Lucian, bless his calm, didn’t say anything. He just walked over to the food and drinks cabinet—it was a serve-yourself situation, which honestly felt like a trap if you’re bad at portion control. He loaded up different kinds of food and small chops onto our plates like he was preparing for a group meeting. Then he grabbed two bottles of wine and set them on a tray with glass cups before bringing everything over to the table. I smiled at him. I couldn’t help it. That little gesture melted something in me. He sat beside me and said softly, “I brought you here so we could have fun. I’m sorry someone like Jason is ruining your mood. And I know Vesper must’ve said some really nasty things to you.” I