Sara’s POV The next day, Zack and I decided to address the issue with Steph. After breakfast, we called her into the living room. “Steph, we need to talk,” Zack began, his tone firm but kind. “We’ve noticed you’ve been asking a lot of questions about our relationship.” Steph’s eyes widened, and she looked nervous. “I’m sorry, Mr. Samuels. I didn’t mean to intrude. I was just curious.” “Curiosity is natural,” I said gently, “but there are boundaries that need to be respected. Our personal life is private, and we’d appreciate it if you could respect that.” Steph nodded, looking genuinely contrite. “Of course, Mrs. Samuels. I apologize for any discomfort I’ve caused. It won’t happen again.” After Steph left, Zack turned to me, his expression softening. “I hope that puts an end to it.” “Me too,” I replied, feeling a bit more at ease. “Thank you for handling that with me.” As the days went by, Zack and I continued to grow closer. We went on more romantic outings, like a
Sara’s POV My heart pounding in my chest. Zack's words echoed in my mind: "I love you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this real? "I... I don't know what to say," I finally managed to stammer. Zack took a deep breath, his eyes filled with sincerity. "You don't have to say anything back right now, Sara. I don't want you to feel pressured. We can take things very, very, very slow. I just needed you to know how I feel." I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. The weight of his words settled in my heart, and I felt a mix of emotions—fear, joy, and hope. "Thank you for being honest with me, Zack. I need some time to process this." "Of course," he said softly, pulling me into a gentle hug. "Take all the time you need. I'm here for you” Over the next few weeks, Zack and I took things slowly, just as he promised. We spent more time together, going on romantic outings and enjoying each other's company. One evening, Zack surprised me with a helicopter ride over the
Sara’s POV Days turned into weeks, and slowly, the tension between Zack and I began to ease. Our conversations grew longer and less strained. We started to talk about more than just work or obligations, finding common ground in shared interests and experiences. The hurtful words and angry outbursts became fewer, replaced by tentative smiles and gentle touches. One morning, as we prepared to head to work, there was a sense of normalcy that felt almost foreign after the chaos of the previous months. Zack and I left the house together, our interactions more relaxed and genuine. "Ready for another day?" Zack asked as we walked to the car. "As ready as I'll ever be," I replied with a small smile. We drove to the office in comfortable silence, the city waking up around us. When we arrived, we took the elevator up to our office floor. As we stood side by side in the elevator, the sudden jolt of it stopping mid-floor caught us both by surprise. "Oh no," I whispered, my heart p
Sara’s POV Zack's arrival back home was delayed, and when he finally stumbled through the door, it was clear he had been drinking heavily. His shirt was untucked, and his usually sharp gaze was unfocused. "Zack?" I called out from the kitchen, hearing his unsteady footsteps. "Are you okay?" I had left the room to get something from the kitchen. "Just peachy," he mumbled, nearly tripping over the rug as he made his way towards the stairs. "Where's my lovely wife?" "I'm here," I said, stepping into the hallway. "We need to talk." He turned to face me, a bitter smile playing on his lips. "Talk? About what? How you embarrassed me at the party?" "Embarrassed you?" I repeated, stunned. "Derick was the one—" "Derick was doing what he thought you wanted," Zack snapped, his voice rising. "You looked pretty cozy with him." I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "I wasn't cozy with him. He was harassing me, Zack." "And you couldn't handle it?" he challenged, stepping c
Sara’s POV The party was in full swing, the grand ballroom buzzing with the chatter of high-profile guests. Zack's grandfather had outdone himself with the event, ensuring that every detail was perfect. The decorations were opulent, with towering floral arrangements and glittering chandeliers casting a warm glow over the room. A live orchestra played soft music, setting the mood for the evening. Zack had been by my side for most of the night, introducing me to various business associates and friends. His presence was reassuring, and I felt more comfortable navigating the social minefield of the event. However, as the evening progressed, Zack excused himself to speak with a group of important investors. "I'll be back soon," he said, giving my hand a squeeze before disappearing into the crowd. I stood near the edge of the ballroom, sipping my drink and trying to blend in. It was the first time this night I was alone, and I felt a bit vulnerable. That's when I saw Derick appro
Sara’s POV After the confrontation at the mall, and the conversation we had after, Zack and I found a new rhythm. His apologies were genuine, and for the first time, I felt like we were moving forward together. Conversations that once felt forced now flowed naturally, and the walls between us began to crumble. Our mornings started with coffee together, a simple yet meaningful ritual. One morning, as we sat at the breakfast table, Zack looked up from his newspaper and asked, "Sara, what do you think about the new project at work?" Surprised by the question, I paused. "Which project?" "The merger with the international firm," he said, setting down his paper and giving me his full attention. I took a sip of my coffee, considering my response. "I think it's a great opportunity for growth. The international exposure could be beneficial for both companies." Zack nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I agree. I'm glad you see it that way." Our conversations extende