Later that evening, Yvonne waited outside the small apartment building she shared with David. Her intentions were simple; she needed explanations for the way he treated her that morning.
Soon enough, he arrived in a surprisingly luxurious car. Someone had driven him over, but Yvonne couldn't see through the tinted window. The sleek vehicle, a sharp contrast to their modest lifestyle, hinted at secrets David had been keeping from her. She watched as David's sweet smile towards the person in the car turned into a scowl as he caught sight of her. The transformation was jarring, a painful reminder of the emotional distance that had grown between them. David sighed in exasperation. “Women should greet their men in sexy clothing,” he muttered under his breath, clearly irritated. Yvonne, however, preferred simplicity. She wore a simple knee-length floral-pattern pyjama set, comfortable and familiar. David mentally scoffed, comparing Yvonne to his soon-to-be wife, who went to any length to look gorgeous for him all the time. He recalled the changes having a child had done to Yvonne's once perfect demeanour. She never got over the loss and had been living her life for him since then, and now David had reached the height he craved. He no longer needed Yvonne. This fact made him see a tiny bit of rationality and decided to take things easy with her that evening. She had at least been useful all along. He had his fair share of guilt and resentment for that situation, after all. It was one of the reasons he had endured her presence all this while, but that is a story for another time. Seeing him walk past her, Yvonne was stunned by David for the second time in a day. Did he not see her? “David?” she called as she shut the door behind them. That evening, faced with Yvonne's distraught demeanour, David expressed how he had been stressed with the demands from his workplace, which caused him to flip at her that morning. “It’s been tough at work, Yvonne. The pressure is immense. I took it out on you,” he said, his tone devoid of genuine remorse. He ended his unreasonable excuse by packing up a few valuables he had in the house. “I’ll be leaving for a business trip this evening,” he announced, his eyes avoiding hers. “I will keep in touch and be back in a month,” David said and left, not even sparing a glance back. Yvonne couldn't explain her feelings about the situation and just watched him leave without even saying ‘sorry’ for his behaviour. She felt a mix of anger, sadness, and confusion swirling within her. Having been humiliated by her fiancé in front of his company building and just watched him leave for a sudden trip they hadn't discussed, Yvonne felt a surge of insecurity wash over her. The harsh words and dismissive tone he used in front of his colleagues cut deeper than she cared to admit. She couldn’t shake off the feeling of inadequacy that followed, and as she stood there in the middle of the room, she impulsively blamed herself. Maybe she had lost her touch. Maybe she wasn’t the woman who once fascinated him. Yvonne couldn’t help but ponder what had gone wrong. Their relationship had started with passion and excitement, but now it felt like she was just a fixture in his life, easily overlooked and taken for granted. She wondered if she had changed in some fundamental way if she had become less attractive or less interesting. In a moment of self-reflection, Yvonne walked to her bedroom mirror and scrutinized her reflection as she pulled at her dress from behind to make it accentuate her figure. She noticed her long, auburn hair still shone with a healthy lustre. Her skin was smooth and glowing, and her figure was as slender and fit as ever. There was no visible flaw in her appearance. But perhaps, she thought, it wasn’t just about looks. Maybe it was about her actions, her choices, her very presence. Memories of their early days flooded her mind. The late-night conversations, the shared dreams, the promises whispered in the dark. Where had all of that gone? She remembered how David used to look at her with admiration, how he hung on her every word. Now, he barely noticed her. The realization was a bitter pill to swallow. Determined to reclaim some semblance of control and possibly rekindle the old spark, Yvonne decided to indulge in some retail therapy. She would have her monthly allowance soon, and what better way to boost her confidence than by adorning herself with new, beautiful clothes? If she could remind her fiancé of the woman he fell in love with, maybe things could go back to how they used to be. As she planned her shopping trip, Yvonne resolved to focus on more than just her appearance. She wanted to rediscover the parts of herself that had been buried under the weight of her insecurities and David's indifference. Maybe it was time to pursue those hobbies she had abandoned, to reconnect with old friends, to find joy in her own company again. The next morning, Yvonne woke up with a renewed sense of purpose. She started her day with a long run in the park, letting the cool morning air clear her mind. The rhythmic pounding of her feet on the pavement was cathartic, each step a declaration of her intent to reclaim her life. She felt the tension of the previous day begin to melt away. After her run, she showered and dressed in her favourite casual outfit, a pair of well-fitted jeans and a soft, pastel sweater. She headed to her favourite café, a quaint little place with cosy seating and the best coffee in town. As she sipped her latte, she pulled out a notebook and began jotting down thoughts and ideas and plans for her future that didn't entirely revolve around David, but hopefully make him realize the woman he fell in love with and they go back to where they started. a relationship full of love and happiness.Micheal had never been one to rush his moves. Every step he made was calculated, deliberate. And now, his plan was finally taking shape. It wasn’t just about revenge—it was about balance. About consequences. He wasn’t going to lift much of his fingers to destroy David and Sammy. He was going to let them destroy each other. All he had to do was expose the truth—and let the rot eat its way through their little empire. He had taken a step back and observed. Let them feel safe. Let them think they hadn't been found out. It will made their downfall even more satisfying. He’d already identified the pressure points. David’s ambition. Sammy’s obsession. He knew what had driven them. And he knew how to make them lose it all. Sammy, for all her manipulations, didn’t care about wealth. No—what she wanted was permanence. A life with David. Security in the man she had clawed her way into. She had the skills, no doubt. If left alone, she would’ve done fine climbing the corporate ladder
Micheal hadn’t moved from the same spot in hours. He had just tucked the kids into bed and slipped quietly onto the terrace outside their room.The night was still. The air held a gentle chill, the kind that slipped beneath the skin and settled deep in the bones. Birds chirped softly in the distance, and the wind rustled the trees, but even that felt far away—like he was underwater, drowning in everything he wished he’d done differently.She was gone.Yvonne had left him.She hadn’t said much—her words were soft but sharp, laced with pain. He could still hear her voice, low and trembling: “You should’ve told me. All this time, you knew something, didn’t you?”He had tried to explain, to reach for her hand, but she’d pulled away. Her eyes, once filled with cautious affection, now brimmed with something heavier—betrayal.And just like that, the air had left the room.An hour later, he was back in his study.Micheal paced the floor barefoot, his shirt rumpled, sleeves rolled to his elbow
The quiet hum of the ceiling fan was the only sound that filled the room for a long while. Yvonne sat propped up against her pillows, a warm blanket tucked around her legs, and her mother seated close beside her on the edge of the bed. The soup bowl sat in Anna’s lap, and she offered spoonfuls to her daughter between soft words and careful glances.“To say your father is trying would be an understatement,” Anna said gently, brushing a stray curl from Yvonne’s cheek. “He’s doing everything in his power to hold himself together… and to redeem himself the only way he knows how.”Yvonne gave a soft nod, accepting the next spoonful.“David was arrested. But… they had to release him,” Anna continued with a sigh, her voice growing brittle. “There just wasn’t enough evidence. Not yet. But your father—he’s not letting this go. He’s digging. Talking to people. Trying to make something stick. He wants to see that man locked away.”Yvonne let out a breath, slow and even, the soup lingering on her
To say Yvonne was surprised to be carrying a child would be an understatement. She and Micheal had been wild when it came to intimacy.It was impossible to deny—she had gotten addicted to his touch, to that other side of him that contrasted so sharply with the calm, patient father and composed CEO he presented during the day.Micheal was a passionate man in many ways, and Yvonne had grown to crave them all. He was attentive, tender, yet strong—always able to meet her desire with a fire of his own. There wasn’t a single memory with him that left her feeling regret or discomfort. And yet, they had been careful.She always took the morning-after pill, even when he held her afterward and stroked her hair with words that left her heart warm and content. It never crosses her mind that their relationship is deep enough to hope for a child together, especially when their deal was nothing but a dignified nanny until the children’s love and affection changed that notion in her heart.She remem
Micheal’s mind churned as he replayed the grainy footage, his jaw clenched tight. The recovered videos from five years ago had given him something—but not enough. Not enough to piece together the full picture. Not enough to explain the nightmare that had haunted both him and Yvonne.In the feed, he could see himself staggering down a hotel corridor, disoriented, clearly intoxicated—or worse. He barely recognized the version of himself swaying, confused, squinting at the doors as if trying to find the room number he couldn't make out.Then she appeared.A woman stepped into frame, speaking to him softly. Her hand pointed at a specific room. Without hesitation, his silhouette obeyed, walking toward the door she’d indicated. She turned and walked away like her part had been played.At first, Micheal had been baffled. The footage stopped there—nothing out of the ordinary. But something didn’t sit right.Then it hit him.He rewound. Slowly. Frame by frame.And there she was again.Sammy.T
The house felt like a tomb. Silent, suffocating, and filled with ghosts of emotions Yvonne couldn’t name.She had locked herself in for days, refusing contact with the outside world. The mere thought of facing reality made her sick to her stomach—literally. Every meal her mother forced upon her barely made it past her throat before nausea clawed its way up, rejecting the sustenance she knew she needed.She was wasting away.Her reflection in the mirror had become a stranger—sunken eyes, hollow cheeks, a shadow of herself. And yet, she couldn't find it in her to care.Because how could she?How could she pretend to be okay when the one person she had given her trust—her safe place—was the very reason her world had collapsed?Michael.She had once whispered his name with reverence in her heart, with an aching sort of longing she never dared admit to him yet.Now?Now it felt like a curse.She should be grateful, right? Fate had played a cruel joke on her, but in the end, she hadn’t los
A few hours after David’s arrest—outside the police station.Sammy stood stiffly by the station’s entrance, arms crossed tightly over her chest as she watched the doors swing open. David stepped out, his expression set in a tight scowl, flanked by his lawyer.She had done all she could. After failing to secure help from the company’s legal team, she had arranged a private lawyer for him and stayed with him through the exhausting process. But it hadn’t changed much.Yvonne’s father had opened a case against David, and while there wasn’t enough physical evidence to detain him, the investigation was ongoing. David had been warned—he could be summoned at any time.Just as David took his first breath of fresh air, a furious voice cut through the tense atmosphere."You used my daughter."David barely had time to react before Yvonne’s father stormed toward him, each step fueled by pure rage. His cane tapped harshly against the pavement, his other hand pointing a trembling finger straight at
A lot had happened that day.Micheal had barely left the twins’ room when he received an urgent call from his personal assistant, Sandra. The moment he answered, her voice carried a mix of urgency and disbelief.“There’s chaos at the company, sir. Something big happened early this morning.”Micheal frowned, gripping his phone tighter. “What kind of chaos?”Sandra took a deep breath before delivering the bombshell.“It’s about David… He was arrested.”For a moment, Micheal said nothing, his mind processing the unexpected turn of events.Apparently, Yvonne’s father hadn’t been able to stomach the full scope of what his daughter had suffered. And unlike before—when he had turned his back on her—this time, he had taken action. He had wasted no time in seeking legal justice, making sure David paid for what he had put Yvonne through.The arrest had sent shockwaves through the company. Employees had been left speechless, watching in stunned silence as one of their highest-ranking executives
The Twins' Innocent ConfrontationAs soon as Micheal left the twins' room, Rebecca took a deep breath, regaining her composure. Now that she knew the truth, her purpose had shifted—this wasn’t just about being a temporary nanny anymore. She was genuinely ready to care for the children in Yvonne’s absence.With renewed confidence, she approached the twins, a warm smile gracing her lips."Let’s get you two ready for school."But the moment her words left her mouth, she noticed a familiar exchange of glances between Jack and Lily—silent yet unmistakably purposeful, like they were communicating without speaking.Then Jack turned his gaze to her, his small brows furrowed. His voice, though soft, carried an unmistakable weight of accusation."Why did you lie to Mommy?"Rebecca's heart skipped a beat. The innocent yet mature expression on their faces made her falter, the sheer seriousness of their demeanor contrasting with their adorable features.She swallowed, suddenly feeling exposed unde