Victor Gunner, my husband, is a man of his prime - wealthy, attractive and the brilliant CEO of Gunner Holdings, Inc. with stakes in the aviation and maritime industries. People often question why he married me because it was certainly not a love match nor was it a union of convenience. I believe it was because Victor felt ready and I was available. When I accepted his proposal, I naively thought my love was big enough for the two of us until he proved me wrong. Three years and our marriage began to crumble. For one, I can’t give him an heir. Then came Victor’s past love with a child in tow. A child who looks strangely like my husband. For the first time in years, I saw excitement filling Victor’s eyes. He dotes on them, recreating the dream of a perfect family, while I was gradually being cast aside, relegated to watching them enviously on the sidelines. I tried fighting for my place, but how can one fight a battle lost before it has begun? I had no place in his perfect family so when he proposed divorce, I accepted and never looked back. When we met again, I was an emerging heiress divorcee of our time, given countless accolades due to my work with women who underwent trauma in their relationships. It gave me immense satisfaction that for the first time, Victor saw my worth and wanted me back. Unfortunately, he has to fall in line. Three other men want me, too. All are wealthy, attractive and doting not only to me, but to my triplets as well. I watched in amusement how our roles quickly reversed. Now, Victor scrambled to beat all those men. But can he win this fight? Can love bloom beyond goodbye?
view morePepper Ferguson POV
JFK International Airport.
Our plane just landed, and my husband Victor, who is the CEO of Gunner Holdings, Inc., shot up from his seat.
Excitement was all over him while he waited for the door to open so he could disembark.
It wouldn't be a problem since his family owned the airline.
The Gunner Holdings, Inc. also had stakes in the country's maritime industry. Aside from an airline, the Gunner family owned several shipping lines, which makes my husband a very wealthy man.
"Ma'am?" The flight attendant gestured toward the open door, and I followed him out, careful in keeping my distance because Victor always gets annoyed with me these days.
After immigration, I saw Victor walk out of the arrival area.
He quickened his steps when he heard a boy call out his name and rushed out to meet him.
"Daddy Victor!" The child squealed when he was carried into Victor's arms.
Then, his mother neared them. The sound of her stiletto heels clacking on the floor grated on my nerves.
As usual, the two of them began to monopolize my husband's attention that he failed to notice the hanging jaws of their spectators.
The sight of the three of them became fodder for gossip.
"Mr. Gunner had a child?"
"Isn't he married to his former assistant?"
Then their eyes would scan the area to zero in on me.
At first, there was confusion on their faces until a look of pity accompanied it.
As with the previous incidents, shame washed over me.
Victor is my husband. We had been married for three years.
Up until a month ago, we were fine.
But since Maggie Green, his former girlfriend, came back to town with her five-year-old son who looked uncannily like Victor, my husband began to change.
The news that the child was his quickly circulated in our circle. Everybody assumed Colter, Maggie's five-year-old son, was his.
I, too, began to suspect the rumors were true, but every time I opened the topic, we would end up fighting, and Victor would walk out on me.
Maybe, I don’t need any verbal confirmation from Victor. His actions already confirm the speculations, I thought bitterly to myself.
“I bought you a lot of toys from my trip. I hope you like them all.” Victor said and began walking. Maggie fell into step beside him while I looked at their departing figures like an outsider.
I wondered if Victor still remembered all about me.
I shook my head bitterly at the knowledge.
It seemed as if Maggie and her son already occupied all of Victor’s thoughts. I felt a twinge squeezing painfully at my chest, making it impossible to breathe as I watched my husband walk away from me, lost in his perfect family.
Carlos, Victor’s head of security, spoke beside me.
“Ms. Pepper, we need to go.” He said, nudging me from my daze.
Despite the tremors quaking my body, I braced myself, lifted my chin, and began walking out of the airport’s arrival area.
It was a struggle to walk through your shame, but I have to grin and bear it. There is no way I would let people know how my husband’s callous treatment affected me.
I feel the heavy weight of the people’s stare around me.
I knew they were judging me, as I seemed to lose my place beside my wealthy husband.
My status often invites gossip because I come from an ordinary lineage. I was Victor’s assistant when we began dating. The public believed I was unworthy of Victor’s name.
The judgment in their stares right now made me want to sink through the floor and never appear again, but I deadened myself from the pain.
We are in a public place. Even when Victor seemed oblivious that his actions caused me embarrassment, or maybe he did, and did not just care, I could feel the pity in their eyes.
I even heard one scoff and say, “That’s what she deserves for dreaming too high.”
I bit my lip, feeling a prick of tears in the corners of my eyes.
Like a fish out of the water, I began floundering until Victor’s bodyguards closed in on me and escorted me out of the airport.
I took a deep breath to shove the tears away.
Walking in the safety of my human barricades, I looked down at the floor to blot everything out.
When we reached our car, I was surprised to see that the back passenger seat had already been occupied by Victor, Maggie, and her son, Colter.
It was glaringly obvious that there was no room for me.
Maggie looked up. Her face appeared contrite as she addressed me in her fake sugary tone.
“I am sorry, Pepper. Here.”
Maggie scooted closer to Victor, and as usual, he did not seem to mind.
The comparison was glaring. If it were me, Victor would already blow his top.
“Mommy, you are squishing me.”
He pouted, which caused Victor to throw his head back and laugh.I was lost staring at the expression of pure joy in Victor’s eyes.
When his laughter died down, our eyes connected. He caught me staring at him, and I couldn’t seem to pull my eyes away.
I was mesmerized.
Victor seemed to know what was going through my head and snorted. Then, he turned his gaze away to shift it back to Colter.
I caught his drift. He wanted me to look for my seat elsewhere.
I smiled bitterly to myself when I caught Maggie’s mocking smile and the happiness in Colter’s voice.
“This is better. I only want to ride with you and Mommy.”
I heard no words of reproof from Victor. It seemed like he was agreeing to what Colter said, causing pain to squeeze at my chest.
Wordlessly, I took the front passenger seat, and the car moved out of the airport entrance.
Victor POV“Bye, Mr. Victor!” The triplets chorused when I bid them goodnight.Pepper walked me out of the children’s room.She let me lead the way as we navigated the narrow hallway to wind down the stairs.We passed by the main living room until we reached the main door.“Will the four of you be alright, here?” I asked, sounding very much concerned.I did not hide from Pepper that I was worried about leaving the four of them, but Pepper dismissed it.“Have you forgotten? I knew how to defend myself and the children if needed.” She told me smugly, and as an afterthought, she informed me that Shan will be coming later.“Shan lives with us now.” She added as if the information would assuage my worries.I nodded, not wanting to make a fuss, but I could not help myself.In recent months, Pepper had become a public figure. Her foundation, The Women Project, had been noticed by the media, and she had been in the constant spotlight because of it.“You should hire bodyguards,” I told her.Th
Victor POV“Mr. Victor, can you tie my hair, please?” Althea approached me with a scrunchie tucked between the pads of her index finger and thumb.She had just taken her shower and emerged from the mini walk-in closet that was hers alone.I stopped the grimace that wanted to erupt on my face when I heard her address me.If it were me, I would have preferred for Althea to call me 'Daddy'.“It’s too soon,” Pepper said earlier when she noticed the expression on my face every time the children would address me as Mr. Victor.It sounded weird to my ears. My children treat me like a neighbor they met on the road.“The kids need time to adjust.” Her words reverberated in my ears.Of course, I cannot force them to be ready.All I have to do is wait.At least, there were small concessions like this.I took the scrunchie from her, glanced around until I found the pink vanity dresser in the far corner—clearly hers—then spotted a canister filled with combs and hair brushes.Crossing to the dresse
Pepper POVVictor lied.He said that busy hands calm the mind, but the more my hands were busy, the more thoughts ran around in my head.“I just wanted to be sure,” I grumbled to myself while my hands were busy scraping off leftover food from the plates before sudsing them with a sponge and rinsing them under the faucet.Didn’t Victor know that I was risking the children’s well-being and happiness when I allowed him entry to our quiet life?We already established a fatherless family with certain rules and traditions.The children knew I was their sole provider and custodian.By letting Victor integrate into our lives, some old rules will be discarded in place of new ones to accommodate him.“He was not even appreciating what I was doing. I am protecting my children. I will bite bullets for them.”“I know. That is why I also wanted to prove to you that I am worth that risk.” Someone said from behind me.I spun around in surprise.My eyes widened in shock when I saw Victor standing a f
Pepper POVI expected awkwardness when I called the triplets to the dining table, but there was none.The children’s usual chatter followed them as they sat in their usual seats at the dinner table.“Why do we have an extra plate?” Aaron asked.“Because we have a visitor.” I pointed out.His face crumpled. “He is going to eat with us?”I nodded, “Of course. He cooked your food, so you better be grateful and say your thanks.” I reminded him.Aaron grumbled, but Asher nudged him when the door to the dining room swung open unexpectedly.Victor, with his hands protected with kitchen gloves, arrived carrying a large dish.The inviting aroma of tomato sauce made the children take simultaneous whiffs, making their chests expand.When they exhaled, the same satisfied smile covered their faces.Victor noticed their identical expressions, causing a warm smile to spread across his face.“The food smells heavenly,” Aaron commented.Asher nodded his head while Althea bragged about her contribution
Pepper POV“Are you crying?” Althea asked suspiciously when she noticed Victor’s glistening eyes.“No.” Victor denied immediately.He must have been embarrassed that Althea and I witnessed his moment of weakness, that he quickly spun around, evading our watchful gazes.“Don’t be sad.”Althea pulled on the hem of his shirt to get his attention.Victor turned his head in the direction of our little speaker.“I am not sad, sweetie. I am happy.”Althea pursed her lips. She had a thoughtful expression on her face that said she did not believe a word Victor said.“Happy people don’t cry.”“And….” she trailed off, making Victor and me gaze at her in rapt attention, waiting for what she had to say like we were both waiting for a judge’s verdict after a trial.“Don’t call me sweetie. I am a big girl now. My name’s Thea. That’s what Mommy and my brothers call me.”We were both stunned.Victor and I were reduced to silence after hearing the verdict of our daughter.It was as if she were giving
Pepper POV“What’s the bad man doing in our kitchen, Mommy?” Althea pulled at my hand earlier so I could lend her my ear.She was eyeing Victor, who was busy in the kitchen. He was whipping up spaghetti meatballs.He even wore my pink apron that I always leave hanging on the kitchen door.When we arrived earlier, Victor’s driver came in to deliver a change of clothes for him. Now, Victor’s wearing smart casuals after shedding his corporate attire.After changing clothes, he asked me earlier what the children wanted for dinner, and I told him their favorites.“He’s cooking your favorite spaghetti,” I whispered to her.Althea pursed her lips.“Can he cook?” She asked dubiously.My gaze went back to Victor, sharing Althea’s doubts.In the years we were married, I never once saw Victor cook. He never made an effort because their house had servants in their employ.“Let us see what he comes up with,” I said positively, not wanting my doubts to spill over to the children.They don’t trust h
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