Tatiana finally stirred. As her lashes parted, the first thing she saw was the ceiling above her, pale and still, before the sensation of cool dampness touched her forehead. A towel. Her eyes fluttered fully open, adjusting to the brightness. Slowly, the blur of a white coat sharpened—the doctor stood beside her bed, scribbling something on a notepad. And there he was. Xander. Standing near the window, arms folded across his chest, his broad shoulders drawn tight, his gaze locked on her. His face was as cold and unreadable as ever, but his eyes… Tatiana blinked. Was that worry? “Mr. Michelle, your wife needs rest. These are the prescriptions. The fever should come down within two days if she takes them,” the doctor said. Tatiana frowned faintly, uncertain, but her thoughts scattered when Xander stepped forward. He accepted the slip wordlessly, giving only the slightest nod. Then he walked the doctor to the door. Just as he was about to close it, it burst open—Brenda pu
Xander returned in the evening with the same impenetrable frost clinging to him like a second skin. “Welcome home,sir” the head-servant whispered gently, but Xander gave no sign of acknowledgment. His gaze swept over her once—quick and unreadable—and then shifted away as if she was nothing more than part of the furniture. "Sir, would you like me to set you and ma'am dinner?" she offered but was met with a swift reply. “Don’t bother!” he snapped without hesitation with brisk and controlled movement, as though he carried an invisible weight that pressed his shoulders into rigidity. Xander spoke with a harsh edge as he made his way swiftly toward the staircase, then the servant’s words finally registering. “Tatiana hasn’t eaten?” His brow knit into a frown, the coldness in his voice unmistakable. “Is this some sort of hunger strike?” “No, sir. Ma’am Tatiana hasn’t come down since this afternoon,” she replied quietly. Xander’s expression darkened further. “Bring food u
“Tatiana,” Derrick's voice cracked, “Wh… what are you saying?" Tatiana felt the pain in his eyes, the anguish in his voice, and the hurt in his faint bitter smile. She hesitated, clutching her phone tightly. “I’m sorry, Derrick, but I… I don’t feel love for you anymore.” Tatiana was forcing the words out, trying her best not to hurt him. Derrick’s eyes filled with tears, his lips shook with pain that was stemming from within. He pulled Tatiana’s hands into his, with his hands trembling vehemently. “You... you must be hungry. You... you didn’t eat much at breakfast. Get something to eat first, th… then, we can talk.” Tatiana pulled her hand away, her eyes refusing to meet his. “Derrick, I’m a married woman now. I have a husband and I… I can’t... can't be with you.” Tatiana’s words came out heavy, her voice low and trembling. She bit her lip hard, her shoulders slumping as the weight of her decision was crushing her. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she kept f
David glanced up at Xander, who was clearly distracted. He sat rigidly at his desk, left hand fingers rhythmically tapping on an unopened folder; the right hand fidgeting with his pen. His jawline could be seen and his gaze fixed on some distant angle. “Alright,” David broke the silence, “you’ve been sulking since yesterday. Want to tell me why?” “I’m not sulking.” “Really?"David chuckled, "Well, you look like you’re about to strangle someone with that pen in your hand.” Xander stilled, then tossed the pen onto the desk with a sharp clatter. “If that was a joke, you failed.” “Mm.” David stretched his legs out. “No choice. You know me. When I see my best friend simmering like a boiling pot, I have to ask what’s cooking.” Xander shot him an instant glare. “Nothing’s cooking.” “Right,” David said easily. “So another man kissing Tatiana didn’t bother you at all?” The words hit like a thunder. Xander’s temple throbbed. He forced a calm tone, but it came out too sharp an
Xander’s hands froze mid-cut, the knife hovering over his plate as his jaw snapped shut tightly at the mention of Derrick’s name. How dare he show up uninvited at his home. Tatiana’s gaze locked on Xander, her own eyes widening in shock. She took in every detail—the tense set of his jaw, the tightening of his muscles, the dark storm brewing in his eyes—each sign of his silent fury. Xander shoved the food into his mouth. He chewed harshly, jaw rigid, eyes blazing; each bite ground with visible fury. No one could decipher what was happening. Without meeting Xander’s eyes, Tatiana swiftly turned away and instructed the servant to inform Derrick she would be with him in three minutes. Although Xander wasn’t watching her, she could still feel the sting of his anger burning deep within her soul, a guilt she could not escape. The stillness was shattered by Xander’s low, cold voice. “Now that we’ve cleared up the mystery,” Xander said smoothly, as if discussing idle gossip, “shall we tu
“Finally,” Isabel drawled sarcastically, tapping her spoon against her cup. “The charming couple finally joins us.” Isabel’s scrutinizing gaze lingered on Tatiana and Xander. Loretta smiled , her eyes conveyed a silent message to Tatiana: “I see through you,” before masking it with a feigned expression of concern. Tatiana bit back a sigh and chose to remain silent. Tatiana felt the penetrating weight of stares upon her. Keeping her head down, she pretended to focus on the meal she had been served. Suddenly, Loretta’s sharp voice pierced the air.. “Mrs. Michelle,” she said, deliberately dragging the title with sarcastic sweetness, “I couldn’t help but notice—you’ve had that scarf around your neck for two days now.” Tatiana stiffened. The scarf. The one she had wrapped herself in, hiding the faint marks Xander had left —a mark that looked far too cruel. Every gaze shifted to her. Loretta leaned in pretending concern. Isabel squinted, as though trying to peer beneath th