LOGINTwenty minutes passed in complete silence.The only sounds in the car were the low hum of the engine and the steady swish of the windshield wipers pushing fresh snow aside.Dave adjusted the rear-view mirror.A few seconds later, he straightened his tie with one hand before returning it to the steering wheel.Then he adjusted the heater.I watched the whole performance from the corner of my eye.The only time Dave fussed this much was when something was bothering him.Normally, I would’ve asked what was wrong.Tonight, I couldn’t bring myself to care.“I’d really appreciate it if we made it to the dinner in one piece,” I said, not sparing him a glance. He cleared his throat. “Rhea…”“If this is about last night,” I said, “save it.”“I’m not trying to argue.”“Good, because there’s no point. Tomorrow morning, Phil will bring the divorce papers. All you have to do is sign them. After that… we’re done.”He glanced at me, then back at the road. “I’m not signing them.”I turned to look
I didn’t leave my room for the rest of the day.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Dave standing beneath the shower, fully dressed, asking me not to give up on us.I hated that part of me still wanted to believe him. There was a knock on the door.“Rhea, we have less than thirty minutes,” Dave said.I let out a sigh.Unfortunately, the shareholders’ dinner wasn’t going to cancel itself just because my life had fallen apart.I dragged myself to the closet and stared at the dresses hanging inside.Every dress looked like a costume.For one reckless second, I considered calling Beatrice and inventing some emergency that required a stylist.Instead, my gaze landed on the emerald-green gown tucked at the end of the rack.It was floor-length, fitted through the waist, with an open backI slipped it off the hanger and held it against myself.Better.Lifting my arm to zip the dress pulled at the bruises across my ribs. I sucked in a quiet breath and kept going.Makeup didn’t take long. Found
He didn’t answer.He just stood there, motionless, the steam curling around him.“What are you doing?” I hated how unsteady my voice sounded.The glass door slid open with a low creak and my heart lurched straight to my throat.“Dave.”He stepped beneath the spray without a word. Water immediately darkened his clothes, plastering the fabric against him. It streamed from his hair into his eyes, but he didn’t blink it away. He just looked at me. I instinctively took a step back, my heel slipping slightly against the wet tile before I caught myself.“Have you lost your mind?”“Probably.” he ran a hand through t his wet hair. “Rhea, I just need five minutes.”“In my shower?” I stared at him. “Are you kidding me?”“Just…” He closed his eyes briefly and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Hear me out.”“Did you listen to yourself before you got Teyana pregnant?”Something flickered across his face before it disappeared. I couldn’t tell if it was regret or frustration.“You’re right.”For a s
Dave stood in the doorway, one hand thrown up in frustration. “Ever heard of ‘knocking’?” I asked, making air quotes. “This is our bedroom,” he made a gesture pointing at both of us. “What the fuck are you…” “Language.” I held up a finger. “There’s a baby in the house. Let’s not have ‘fuck’ be the first word they learn.” He let out a deep breath. “I got a call from the lawyer’s office.” “Mm.” I turned around. “That was fast.” “You filed for divorce.” “Huh, that’s an odd way to say thank you, Dave.” I folded my arm across my chest and turned back to face him. “I just saved you the trouble of having to pretend you still want to be married to me. You’re welcome.” “Call the office and cancel it.” I blinked at him and scoffed. “Cancel it,” he repeated. “Why?” I stepped toward him. “Give me one reason that doesn’t involve Teyana, the baby, the house or the prenup. One real reason, Dave. From you. Not from your lawyer, not from your mother, not from whatever version of yourself h
I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting there until I tried to stand up. My head throbbed like someone had driven nails into my skull and my throat was dry and sore. When I straightened, my shoulders protested, forcing me to pause until the ache eased. My legs wobbled as I reached for the doorknob. I missed it on the first try, cursed under my breath, then grabbed it properly and stepped into the hallway. The second I reached the stairs leading to the kitchen, Teyana’s giggle floated up from the kitchen, followed by Dave’s low voice. My hand clenched at my side before I could stop it. Not only were they having dinner together… they were having fucking family time. For a second, I considered turning back. Pretending I was never thirsty and keeping my dignity intact. My throat burned so badly it made the decision for me. And I refused to let them think I was hiding in my own house. Each step toward the kitchen felt deeply disrespectful to my mental health. I straightened my
Dave’s voice: “No, like this. The back needs to be able to breathe or the drawer will stick.” Teyana laughed: “You’re so good at this. You’re going to be such a good dad.” I stopped in the doorway. The room was half-unpacked. Teyana’s clothes were hanging in the closet. Her shoes lined up by the door. Her perfume bottles on the dresser. A stack of pregnancy books on the nightstand. Dave was on the floor, kneeling beside her, helping her assemble a dresser. They moved around each other as though they’d done this a hundred times before. Like I didn’t exist. Dave’s hand was on her shoulder, steadying her as she held a piece of wood in place. They looked… easy together. My hand gripped the door frame to keep from falling. The bruises along my ribs protested with every breath, but I barely felt them anymore. “What are you doing?” The words barely made it out. They both looked up. He rose to his feet, composed, his gaze locked on mine. Something in my chest sank at the look in
“You're not allowed in here,” Dave said. “Only two visitors at a time…”“Then get the fuck out.” His voice was flat.“Riri?”I couldn't answer. Tears were streaming down my face. I touched my cheek. It was burning.Rian hand came up, gentle, tilting my face toward him. His eyes moved over my cheek,
“Rian.” My father didn’t look at him. “I need to speak with my daughter. Alone.”Rian’s jaw tightened. “I don’t think that’s…”“It wasn’t a request.” Rian looked at me. I could see he didn’t want to leave.“It’s okay,” I said quietly.He moved closer to the bed, his voice low. “I’ll be right outsi
The snow got heavier the second I got outside. I got in my car and drove.I didn’t know where I was going. I didn't know what I was going to do.All I knew was my husband had just given me the ultimate betrayal, wrapped it in good intentions, and expected me to smile and accept it.All I knew was
My world seems to tilt because I held on the table beside me to avoid falling. Dave tried to hold me but I jerked my arm away from him. My heart ached so bad that I found it difficult to breathe. “Dr. Palmer said your eggs weren't viable and the quality was too poor…” Patricia began.“So you use







