Davina pov.I flipped the mini calendar over; after all, the month of September had gone, and it was three days until the party would be held. It was never my plan to come out to the public this early; I knew there was nothing I was lacking, but I felt like I was not done with what I wanted to achieve even though every normal person would be satisfied already. A soft knock on the door made me divert my gaze from the date of the calendar, which was circled with a red pen; it was the day of the party. “You can come in." My voice was barely audible, but I saw the doorknob twist, and then Tom walked in with a lot of files in his hand, which made me furrow my brows. I don't often get to go through papers like this every day. After a sip of the coffee, I exhaled softly as I knew how long the day was going to be. “Well, well, well, look what we have here," I said softly as I gestured towards the empty spot on the table, and without hesitating, he dropped the files there. “Am I supposed
Davina pov Sitting in the restaurant with my family and my husband's family, I couldn't help but notice one person who had made it her life's mission to make my existence miserable—Courtney, my sister.Courtney had finished her education and had now returned.My husband, Sebastian, and my sister were eating and laughing, discussing things as if it were their first date, while I sat there, feeling like a third wheel—even though it was supposed to be a family dinner. I sat across the table, watching the scene unfold as I gently rubbed my small belly, which held the unborn child I had recently discovered I was carrying. This was supposed to be a family gathering, but as usual, I felt like an outsider. None of them even noticed that I wasn't eating, as they were all too busy listening to whatever it was Courtney was saying to my husband. I watched Sebastian gaze at Courtney with so much longing as she passed him the salad bowl. His first love had returned, and I was left
Davina Courtney stood up to make her announcement, and the room fell silent as everyone waited for her to speak. "So, I just want to share with you all... I'm two weeks pregnant," she said, a smile spreading across her face. Everyone’s mouths dropped open, and confused glances were exchanged as they tried to process her words. "Then who is the father of the child?" I asked, breaking the silence in a mix of curiosity and disbelief. Courtney smiled before answering. "Sebastian is the father." My eyes widened in shock at her statement. "What?!" I exclaimed, standing up in disbelief as I tried to process what I had just heard. Everyone turned to look at me—Sebastian remained silent, and Courtney wore a smug smirk. “Davina, sit down. You’re embarrassing us,” my mother hissed, glancing nervously around the restaurant. All eyes were on our table now. I turned to her, fuming. “I’m embarrassing you? Not your whore of a daughter, who slept with my hu
Davina’s povI sat in the cold, dimly lit cell, replaying the events at the restaurant in my mind. How had it come to this? Ending up in jail was the last thing I ever expected. Why did the woman I once called "Mother" hate me so much? The question burned in my mind as I leaned back against the wall, letting the memories drag me to a time when I was just a child. ---I was in a grand living room, the kind of place you’d see in magazines. My eyes wandered over the ornate furniture and glimmering chandelier, but none of it felt familiar. In truth, nothing did—not the house, not the people, not even myself. All I remembered was waking up in a hospital bed with a man and a woman watching me nervously. Now, here I was in their home, sipping on a juice box the woman had handed me. “Hey, sweetheart,” she said gently, her voice warm but cautious. She watched me as if I might break at any moment. “Hi,” I mumbled, taking another sip. “Do you remember anything? What happened to you?”
Davina's POVI blinked in confusion, staring up at the guard. A lawyer? My pulse quickened. I wasn’t expecting anyone—certainly not so soon. Slowly, I stood, my boots echoing against the concrete floor as I followed him out of the murky cell block. As we stepped into the hallway, my gaze landed on a young man in a sharp navy suit. He stood tall, exuding quiet confidence. His dark eyes locked on mine, and he offered a faint but reassuring smile. “Mrs. Campbell?” he asked, his voice calm and steady. I nodded, too stunned to speak. “I’m Cole Daniels,” he said, extending a hand. “Your lawyer.” I hesitated before shaking it. His grip was firm, his hand warm against my freezing skin. “Who… who called you?” I managed, my voice unsteady. He gestured for me to follow him down the corridor. “Your assistant, Jane. She’s worried about you and thought I could help.” Jane. A wave of emotion surged through me, tightening my throat. Despite everything, she still believed in me. I no
I stood there, my wrist still tingling from Sebastian’s grip, my pulse hammering in my ears. The station buzzed around me, officers moving back and forth, their voices blending into a meaningless hum. I had taken my phone and called Cole's number immediately to come take me away from here. For Jane to trust him, he was the only person I could trust at this moment. I should have felt relief. I was free. But instead, my stomach churned with fury. Sebastian wanted me to sit through that meeting like nothing had happened? Like he hadn’t just thrown our marriage away and humiliated me? Like his family hadn’t tried to bury me? Who the fuck does that? And he even had the effrontery to threaten me? I clenched my fists, "No. He doesn’t get to decide how I walk away from this." I turned toward the exit, and made my way out. The moment I stepped outside, the evening air hit my soul and it felt like I'd been in that cell for decades. A black car was parked a
I drove into Sebastian's estate that evening, my fingers gripping the steering wheel with more force than necessary. I was fuming and I believe I could pluck his eyes out of the socket if he were near me at this moment. My mind raced with questions, my heart beating erratically in my chest. What else did he want from me? I just got out of jail, I should be resting. The wrought-iron gates opened slowly, groaning as if protesting my presence. I hated how familiar it all was, how the sight of it still evoked a mixture of nostalgia and resentment. This is where I had lived for three years and now, I feel like a stranger. As I pulled into the circular driveway and parked my car, exhaustion settled over me like a heavy cloak. I exhaled sharply, rubbing my temples before stepping out of the vehicle. I looked around. No one was in sight. That was rather odd. The air was still, eerily so. A prickle of unease crept up my spine. I prayed that neither Courtney nor my
I woke up to the creaking of the wooden floor, the file Sebastian had dropped on the table last night, I didn't even bother to open it. My body ached, not from exhaustion but from Sebastian’s response to my question last night and to be very honest, I regretted asking. "No, not once." The cruelty in his voice had been sharper than a knife, the way be said it with a straight face and walked out, did I really mean nothing to him? I had spent the entire night staring at the dim ceiling, questioning every moment I had shared with him, every memory I once held dear. How could he have never loved me? Not once? I was there for him when Courtney toyed with his heart, gave him a shoulder to lean on and all that was for nothing? The thought only made my chest tighten with a dull, throbbing ache. I looked up and saw there was already a suit and a platter of food on the table. A quick shower washed away the grime of the night, but not the exhaustion weighing me down. I dr
Davina pov.I flipped the mini calendar over; after all, the month of September had gone, and it was three days until the party would be held. It was never my plan to come out to the public this early; I knew there was nothing I was lacking, but I felt like I was not done with what I wanted to achieve even though every normal person would be satisfied already. A soft knock on the door made me divert my gaze from the date of the calendar, which was circled with a red pen; it was the day of the party. “You can come in." My voice was barely audible, but I saw the doorknob twist, and then Tom walked in with a lot of files in his hand, which made me furrow my brows. I don't often get to go through papers like this every day. After a sip of the coffee, I exhaled softly as I knew how long the day was going to be. “Well, well, well, look what we have here," I said softly as I gestured towards the empty spot on the table, and without hesitating, he dropped the files there. “Am I supposed
Sebastian.Just like every other day, the family was gathered at the dining table, digging their forks into their meals and cutting with their knives, but today, no one had said a word despite the fact that they had been sitting there for more than five minutes. “I heard there would be a party four days from now," Lily Campbell broke the long-lasting silence that had seemed to take hold of the atmosphere while dropping her fork deliberately on the plate, and with that, she became the center of attraction. All eyes were on her, excluding Sebastian, who seemed lost in thoughts. “I heard," it was Courtney, as much as she tried to hide it, she sounded jealous. Well, who wouldn't? Ever since she became the managing director of Campbell Enterprise, things were not looking promising, and Davina, on the other hand, boosted her family's profit than before. “It would be held by that whore." She muttered under her breath while taking a spoonful of food into her mouth. “She's now doing a c
Sebastian.Things have not been good for the Campbell Enterprise lately. Financially to be precise. Even though Sebastian worked both as the CEO and the managing director partially, he could not deny the fact that Davina's absence left a void space in the once-booming empire. As people would say, Campbell Enterprise now lived in past glory. Not that they were completely bankrupt or bankrupt in a way or two but their profit has gone down the drain ever since Davina's resignation. Sebastian had to put in more work, more effort, and more sweat than usual, and even if Courtney was always against it, he showed little or no concern. “Good morning sir." A woman with glasses, who was likely the receptionist, said with a slight bow, causing Sebastian to stop in his tracks. He only nodded. Lately, most of the workers in the company knew that was his way of responding to their greetings. “What is it?" As blunt as usual, he said, while clutching his briefcase. “Someone wants to see you."
DavinaI stretched in bed but still kept my eyes closed. I reached for the alarm clock routinely and turned it off with ease. I sighed. It was morning again.Slipping out of bed, I began my morning exercise after which I began my routine for the day. At the exact time as the other days, I was dressed and I headed downstairs for breakfast. The kids' birthday was over; it was time to go back to my job.As expected, my mother and father were already at the table. “Good morning, Mom. Good morning, Father,” I greeted them both before pulling my seat and easing into it.The maids approached quickly and served my place even before I asked. I smiled and thanked them before digging in.I don't. I know why, but it felt like we had gone back to when I had just returned home almost four years ago, but I knew things were different unless I wanted to deny it. “Hey, mom,” I called out to my mother. “When the kids’ school resumes”Mother gave me that look, and I knew the next thing she would say
Davina The drive home started out good and normal until the car stopped moving. I looked up and shook my head at what I saw. There was traffic. Heavy one. The driver turned and took another route. I didn’t think much of it until I looked outside and recognized the area.I remember here from when I was still working undercover as a secretary to Lawrence King. I have come here a few times. A smile crept up my lips when I remembered the day Alex slapped the food out of my hand. Thinking back now, I think he must have realized I was pregnant at that point and was only worried about my health and that of the babies. I glanced at the kids. Elle was talking non-stop. Daniel was quiet as usual.“Do you guys want to go somewhere?” I asked.Daniel looked up. “Where?”“Somewhere I used to go. You might like it.”Elle sat up. “Yes!”I asked the driver to stop at the corner. The old vendors were still there. Same stand. Same setup. It felt weird. Like three years had not passed. The kids looke
DavinaGetting them out of the house felt like packing for a week-long trip, even though we were only going to the park.“Daniel, your shoes,” I said, from the living area. “They’re on,” he replied, already sitting by the door with his backpack, cap, and water bottle in hand like he was headed for a field mission.Meanwhile, Elle was on the floor, trying to fit two dolls into a tiny glittery purse. She always does this with her dolls everywhere. “I told you to bring one,” I said while walking closer to her. “I need both,” she argued, not even looking up. “She can’t go without her best friend. That’s rude.”“They’re not real,” I muttered under my breath. “She heard that!”Daniel snorted while holding a laugh. “You’re in trouble, Mom.”I gave him a look. “Don’t start.”He grinned, stood up, and opened the door without being asked. We finally got in the car. Elle talked nonstop the entire ride. Daniel stared out the window, but he wasn’t zoned out. I could tell he was paying attent
DavinaThe sunlight streaked in from the window directly into my face. I winced and tried to turn over but something was holding me down. I bobbed my head up and as I guessed. Daniel and Danielle.Both of them lay sprawled on me and the bed at the same time. I gave a small smile before dropping my head back to the pillow. I turned right and as expected, my alarm clock was missing. No wonder I didn't wake up until there was sunlight. I sighed and shook my head. I could bet my two legs that mother put the kids up to this. I decided to sleep back since they had disorganized my schedule already; I might as well make the most of it by resting.I don't know how long had passed when I felt two tiny hands tugging at my cheeks. I opened my eyes slowly but Danielle's voice floated into my ears before I could even open my eyes completely. “Mommy, wake up” “I'm awake,” I said groggily. “Good morning, princess. Happy yesterday's birthday,” I added with a laugh. Elle's reaction was different f
DavinaDaniel soon fell asleep with his head on my chest. I laid him down slowly and tiptoe quietly out of the room. I gently closed the door and headed back to the backyard. The maids were now around and they were packing up slowly. Mother, Father, and Aunt Ce were sitting in one corner, sipping wine while laughing over something I am sure was an old recollected memory. Mom's eyes met mine and I gave her a smile. I looked around for Elijah and Alexander and I didn't have to for long as I saw them standing over the grill, turning meat over with one hand and a wine glass in the other.I was shocked by what I saw as they've always had a silent disagreement all this while. I don't know what beef they have, and they have refused to share, but I am sure they have some underlying misunderstanding they both kept aside to be with me at the same time.“Hey boy,” I greeted cheerfully, and I walked towards him. A maid passed me a glass before going about her packing. “Thanks,” I said to her w
DavinaThe car slowly drove into the Charez Estate, a place that has now properly become my home. I got out of the car when it parked.With Tim behind me with the cake in hand, I made my way into the living area of the house.“Mommy.”A cute little child embraced my legs the moment I stepped in.Danielle.“Elle. Happy birthday, my baby,” I greeted, picking her up with a smile.“Thank you, Mommy.”Daniel peeked at me from behind the couch, his usual quiet curiosity in his eyes. I crouched to his level and kissed his forehead. “Happy birthday, sweetheart.”He gave me a tiny smile and nodded, his fingers still clutching his bunny.The living room smelled like grilled chicken and vanilla. Light laughter floated in from the back of the house.“They’ve been asking for you since morning,” my mom said, walking in with a tray of drinks. She looked relaxed today, dressed in a simple pastel dress with her hair tied back.“Did I keep them waiting too long?” I asked, brushing Elle’s curls from her