LOGINRichard's hand froze where it rested on Freya's waist and Freya pulled away from the kiss.
Freya's face drained of color when she saw Kendra, she stood up from his laps and Richard immediately stood from his chair. "Kendra—" Kendra simply stared at both of them, the sight before her should have shattered her heart. If she had seen this last night, she would have broken down crying like a baby, questioning herself, questioning her worth, questioning what she had done wrong. But now she just felt disgusted. Her eyes moved slowly over them. Freya's lipstick was smudged and Richard's tie was crooked. She still couldn’t believe it, these were the same people who had spent months treating her like a fool. A smile slowly appeared on her lips."Continue, why did you guys stop? Oh because of me?" The single word shocked them. Richard frowned."Kendra?" She stepped fully into the office and closed the door behind her. "You don't have to stop on my account." Freya swallowed nervously."Kendra, it isn't what you..." "Don't explain shit to me."Kendra raised her hand. Immediately silencing her, the authority in her voice startled even herself. For years she had allowed these people to walk over her. Not anymore. "Do not insult my intelligence." Freya's lips parted as she watched Kendra walk toward the chair opposite Richard's desk and sit down gracefully. As though she were attending a business meeting, not catching her husband with her best friend. The calmness made Richard uncomfortable."Kendra, listen to me." She crossed her legs."Listening." Richard hesitated. The speech he had prepared in his head suddenly seemed ridiculous. Because Kendra wasn't crying, she wasn't screaming, wasn't throwing things. She was just staring at him. "Kendra..." Freya started carefully. "Please don't misunderstand this," A laugh escaped Kendra's lips. Freya immediately stopped talking. "Misunderstand?"Kendra tilted her head. "That's the word you're going with?" Freya looked away."Kendra, I know how this looks, we didn't mean to hurt you, it's just what it is." Kendra nodded slowly."Exactly, it is what it is. Freya, kissing your best friend's husband is what it is..." "Kendra, you're creating unnecessary drama, I never wanted you to find out this way, but stop all this drama. And as you can see you interrupted something." For a second, she genuinely thought she had heard wrong. Then she laughed again, loudly. Richard frowned. "What is funny?" His jaw tightened. "You think this is funny?" "No."She rose from her chair. "What I find funny is the fact that you're standing here cheating on your wife and somehow I'm the one creating drama." Freya quickly moved beside him."Kendra, please calm down." That sentence almost made Kendra lose her composure."Calm down?" She stared at her former best friend because she's not seeing her as a friend anymore. "Tell me something, Freya." Freya looked nervous. "When exactly did it start? Was it before my wedding?" Freya's eyes widened."Kendra—" "Answer me." The sharpness in her voice cut through the room. Richard stepped forward."You don't get to interrogate her, talk to me okay?" "Oh?"Kendra faced him coldly."And who exactly is going to stop me if I decide to interrogate her?" Richard "I cheated, okay? so look at me!" Kendra looked back at Freya."How long?" Freya lowered her eyes. "Two years ago...I've never loved anyone how I loved him and I couldn't control it. "I found peace in his arms. Besides Kendra you should be happy, he never touched you, even the kiss never lasted." Freya said. Richard didn't know what to say, he looked dumbfounded. Freya was right, Richard never touched her, anytime she tries to have sex with him, he'd say he's not ready, manipulate her. Kendra felt her stomach twist, he even told Freya about their marriage when she never shared her marriage problems with someone else. And they've been together for two years out of her three years of marriage. "You know what hurts the most?" she said. "I actually loved the both of you." Her voice cracked slightly, the first crack in her armor. "I trusted you." Freya's eyes reddened. "Kendra, I never wanted to hurt you." "Really?" Kendra smiled bitterly. "Then why sleep with my husband?" The question slammed into the room. Freya immediately looked away. Richard became annoyed. "Kendra, stop talking to her like that." The words made Kendra stare at him in disbelief. Then she laughed. "Look at you defending her." she said in between her laughter. Richard's expression darkened. "I love her, i never loved you, in fact I've always loved her from the very start! She saw me as a friend which is why i came for you. " The words escaped his mouth before he could stop them. Then Freya slowly turned toward him. Her eyes filled with excitement."You do?" Richard glanced at her."Yes, I love you so much." Kendra felt the last piece of hope inside her finally die. This is the height of their betrayal, he even confessed his love to her best friend in front of her. A sharp ringing suddenly interrupted the silence—Richard's phone, they'll look toward the desk. Richard sighed before walking to the desk to grab it. The caller ID immediately caught his attention. His expression changed. "K&H Group." he said and looked at Kendra. "Kendra, we'll continue this conversation later." Kendra smirked, he doesn't know what's coming for him. He answered the call."Richard Thompson speaking." A professional female voice responded. "Good afternoon, Mr. Thompson." Richard smiled."Good afternoon." "We are calling regarding the strategic partnership between Thompson Group and K&H Group." "Yes."Richard leaned comfortably against the desk. "I've been expecting your call." Kendra remained silent watching and waiting. The woman on the other end continued. "After reviewing recent developments, our board has decided to terminate all ongoing collaborations with Thompson Group." The smile disappeared from Richard's face."What?" The office fell silent, Freya blinked and Richard sat upright. "I'm sorry?" "Our legal department will forward the necessary documents." "There must be some mistake." "There is no mistake, Mr. Thompson." Richard's expression hardened."What happened?" "That information is confidential." The line went dead. Richard stared at the phone. The office suddenly felt colder. "K&H terminated the partnership?" Freya asked. Richard didn't answer. His gaze slowly moved toward Kendra, seeing she didn't react. Then his office phone rang. Immediately afterward his mobile rang again. And again. And again. One call after another but he didn’t pick. The secretary rushed inside. "Sir!" Richard sighed. "What now?" The secretary looked terrified. "Several investors are withdrawing." "What?" "The legal department also received notices regarding asset ownership reviews." Richard's face darkened. "What are you talking about?" "We're still investigating sir, i just wanted to inform you sir." The secretary hurried out without waiting for his response. Richard slowly looked toward Kendra. "Kendra." She looked at him."What did you do?" For the first time since entering the office, she smiled genuinely. "The better question is..." She slowly lifted the folder she had been carrying."What did I stop doing?" Richard's eyes narrowed. Kendra opened the folder. Several documents slid onto the desk and Richard grabbed them. His face paled. Investment agreements. Transfer records. Ownership documents. The very foundation of his empire. "Kendra..." His voice dropped."What is this?" "You always said everything you built belonged to you." She folded her arms. "So I decided to test that theory."Emily blinked. “You…know Kendra?” she asked, trying to be sure.Before Knox could say another word, Kendra walked back into the dining room.She had changed nothing except the fresh white bandage wrapped around her left hand. Her expression was calm, almost unreadable, but anyone paying close attention could see the faint redness around her eyes.Emily immediately stood. “Kendra…”“I'm fine,” Kendra interrupted gently. “It's just a small cut.”Emily resumed her seat as though nothing had happened.Granny stared at her. “Don't worry about her, a small cut can't destroy someone who survived a cheating, right Kendra?”Kendra clenched her teeth, the words stabbed her but she can't break down in front of them.A servant stepped forward to pull out her chair, but Kendra shook her head.“I won't be staying, don't bother, thank you.” Kendra said to the servant, the servant bowed and walked away from her.Silence followed.Mr. Green frowned. “You're leaving? Is it that serious?”“Yes, I have t
“Kendra,are you okay?” Emily gasped seeing the broken glasses.But Kendra sat there, her hands trembling, she didn't know how she broke the glass cup with her hand.“Kendra, please get up, what's wrong?” Mrs Green said.Knox wanted to stand up, but his mother held him down.“Please do not mind Kendra, she's a little clumsy.” Granny told them.Emily guided Kendra carefully up the staircase, one arm steady around her waist. Blood continued to drip from Kendra’s left hand, leaving small dark marks on the pale carpet runners. Neither of them said a word until they reached the second-floor landing and turned into the quieter wing of the house.Emily pushed the door open, wider with her free hand and led her cousin inside, closing it behind them with a soft click. The room was elegant but understated—cream walls, a large window overlooking the gardens, a canopy bed with pale green linens. Emily steered Kendra toward the small sitting area near the window and sat her down on the upholst
The moment Kendra lifted her eyes, Knox forgot where he was.His fingers tightened ever so slightly around the crystal glass in his hand, the cool surface pressing into his palm as if to anchor him. Out of all the people he had expected to see at the Green estate that evening, Kendra Ree was the last name on any list he could have imagined.For a second, he wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him. The soft evening lights from the crystal chandeliers above caught the sheen of her long wavy hair as it cascaded over her shoulders, and the emerald-green gown she wore seemed chosen by fate itself, the rich fabric complementing the flawless warmth of her complexion. She looked even more beautiful than she was in the morning, when he had last seen her under far less formal circumstances.His mother noticed immediately. Mrs. Harrington’s gaze followed her son’s line of sight until it landed on Kendra. A soft, inward sigh escaped her. Without saying a word, she gave Knox a firm loo
Kendra leaned back against the soft leather seat as her SUV drove off.Through the tinted window, the golden evening sun stretched across the city skyline, painting the buildings in shades of amber and orange. It was a beautiful evening—one most people would have appreciated—but all she could think about was how exhausted she felt.The interview had drained her more than she'd expected.Answering questions about Richard had forced her to reopen wounds she had spent days stitching together. She had promised herself she would never allow the past to define her again, yet speaking about it publicly had left a dull ache in her chest.She closed her eyes briefly, resting her head against the seat.At least it was over.Her phone buzzed several times beside her, but she ignored it completely. She already knew what the notifications were.Clips from the interview.News headlines.Social media reactions.People praising her.People criticizing her.People dissected every word she'd said as
Kendra put on her glasses, unable to keep her emotions in place. “What if I tell you I've given him one of my kidneys? Would you believe it?” The interviewer froze. Her lips slowly parted in disbelief as she stared at Kendra, trying to determine whether she was serious or simply making a point. She blinked twice. "Would you believe it?" Kendra asked softly. For several long seconds, nobody spoke. The silence itself seemed louder than any answer. Finally, the interviewer let out a slow breath. "I..." she whispered, visibly stunned. "I honestly don't know what to say." The interviewer swallowed before asking carefully, "Did you... love him that much?" Kendra let out a quiet laugh. Her laughter didn't come from happiness. It sounded more like someone remembering a version of themselves they barely recognized anymore. "I didn't actually give him my kidney," she admitted with a small shake of her head. "But..."Her voice softened. "I would've given him If Richard ha
“Hi guys. It’s me.” she waved at the camera.The host chuckled. “Is it really you? Because the Kendra we knew used to be so shy.”This was the second time Kendra had sat in front of these cameras. The first had been quieter, more hesitant. Today she carried herself differently.“Really?” she said. “Let’s just say I’m now a changed person.” She smiled, her expression easy and controlled.“Yeah, you have. Because it's really beautiful.” The host’s compliment landed lightly. Kendra only nodded.“Okay, hi guys. I’m here with Kendra Thompson… sorry, Kendra Reens. As we all know in Italy…I mean in Hart City…she’s the richest female billionaire.”“Thank God you corrected yourself,” Kendra said.“My bad.” Both women grinned.“Okay, let’s start with the questions. I mean…”“I mean…you love the words,” Kendra murmured, just loud enough for the microphone.“Yeah, I mean…I mean…” The host laughed at herself. Kendra watched her with a small, patient smile.The first real question came. “Tell us, y
Kendra's palm stung from the impact, the sharp crack echoing across the now-silent executive floor like a gunshot. Richard staggered back a step, his hand flying to his reddening cheek, eyes wide with shock and fury. For a second, the great Richard Thompson looked small—vulnerable, exposed under
Richard's fingers tightened around the documents. His face darkened with every page he turned. The confidence that had always surrounded him was beginning to crack."Kendra. What exactly are you trying to do? Because I chose your friend and you..."Kendra folded her arms. "No, no. If you'd rather c
Richard grabbed Kendra's wrist and pulled her into the bedroom.She stumbled forward from the force of it, catching herself before she could fall and the door slammed shut behind them."What was that out there?" Richard demanded, his voice sharp with anger. "What kind of stunt were you trying to pu
The moment Richard realized how tightly he was gripping her wrist, his expression changed. His fingers loosened immediately. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, his voice softening. "I'm sorry. I was worried. You left the mansion without telling anyone." Kendra stared at him. The concern in his eyes







