“Have a seat, Sienna” CEO Dante offered, and he was sounding rather polite, which seemed surprising to me.
I took a seat without any further talk.
Silence engulfed the room for a moment and there he was again, staring directly into my eyes and I couldn't look away. His eyes were so charming, I couldn't resist but look back into them. His stare was uncomfortable but soothing at the same time, it threw me into my wildest fantasies.
“Here you go”, he said, dumping an envelope on the table.
I was hit with an immediate flashback of the night with Marcus, the divorce papers and all that. I took deep breaths to ease off but I couldn't help it. Everything felt fresh in my heart again, I felt a tear drop down from my eyes and I immediately wiped it off with the back of my sleeve hoping Dante hadn't noticed but it was too late. He was looking at me, but this time, concerned.
“Are you alright?”he asked, reaching out to hold my hand on the table.
“Yes sir, I'm very fine thank you”, I responded trying to fake a smile and pulled my hand off the table.
“It's okay if you don't want to share. This can wait for another day, take your time off and go home and get some rest”,
“No sir, it's really not a big deal. I'm very much alright, nothing to worry about”, I said. I was curious about what was in the envelope, maybe I wasn't getting fired after all.
“Are you sure?”, he asked
“Yes sir, I am”
“Alright, here, read through this”, he said, taking out the papers from the envelope and handing them over to me.
I took them from him and the caption struck me. ‘MARRIAGE CONTRACT’ written in bold capital letters. ‘Was he getting married? If yes, what did that have to do with me?’ I wondered. I read through carefully and realized it was a fake marriage contract offer. I was still confused about it.
“What's this about sir?”, I asked, confused.
“Sienna, well there's a protocol that requires me to attend certain functions with a plus one and most expectedly with my wife. It's a code of conduct that I have breached over the years. But now my company and I need the publicity and considering that I have no intentions of getting married, I figured I could give the audience a show instead. All you have to do is sign the contract and pretend to be my wife and I promise to fulfill all the terms stated there”.
“Sir, me? Why? You could pick anyone else”, I said perplexed.
“Yes I know I could pick anyone and that's why I pick you, you'd be a perfect fit, plus you're already pregnant, it'll make a whole lot of sense. Please Sienna, just agree to this”, he begged.
I was in awe. I sat and thought for a while. I needed the money and I needed the support, but this was crazy. The plan coming to California was to just be low-key and take time to build a life again and this would demand a lot of media attention, I wasn't ready for any of that.
“Please Sienna, consider it. You'll be doing this company a really huge favor”, he further persuaded.
Jess advised me to do spontaneous things to fill up my time so I won't go into depression from being stuck in my own head. I guess this was an opportunity for that.
“Fine, I'll agree to this on one condition”.
“Okay go on, what's it?”Dante inquired.
I took a deep breath and let my words out. “We will have no form of sexual relationship no matter what”
He burst into a really loud laugh and was almost tearing up. I was consumed with confusion and embarrassment. ‘Why was he laughing?’.
“Excuse you Sienna, respectfully you're not the type of woman I'd ever be sexually attracted to, not to think of being sexually involved with. So you most certainly have nothing to worry about”, he said and continued to laugh loud and hard.
I was really embarrassed at that point. ‘What did he mean by that? Was I not good looking enough?’I was irritated by his ego. He must think very highly of himself.
I read through the papers again before signing to make sure everything was clearly stated.
“Thank you so much Sienna. And one more thing, this is strictly for the plot, strictly business. One year and we're done. Falling in love is not an option here, with me that would never happen”, Dante clearly stated and obviously I couldn't care less. Love was not even a word in my dictionary anymore. I was too broken to be thinking of falling in love.
“You'll have to meet my mom later today, I'll plan a surprise proposal, she'll be there. Just come looking pretty. If you want to shop for the dress you'll wear tonight, I can take you to the mall or just send you some money to go get it yourself or we could just order online and have it delivered to your house, what do you say?”
“Wait, what? Meet your mum?”
“Yes, Sienna, my wife-to-be has to meet my mom of course” he said demonstrating with air quotes.
I was already nervous.
We sat in front of his computer and looked through dresses online and how fast they could be delivered and we were stuck between two options, a black bodycon dress with silver beadings and a red sleeveless flare dress. I really liked the black dress simply because it was black but the red dress was also very pretty.
“I think you should take the red dress, it'll suit you better considering how highlighted your shoulders are and the color would suit your lips well, the cherry pop effect of your lips would be really breathtaking if paired with the dress” Dante said.
Silence swept through the atmosphere and I tried my best not to look away from the computer but I could feel his eyes staring lustfully at my lips.
The door barely clicked shut behind Dante before I turned away, wiping the tears from my eyes as I walked back into the living room. My body was trembling with exhaustion, panic, and confusion all tangled into one tight, aching knot."Sienna," Dante's voice followed gently behind me. "Please… talk to me. What’s going on? Where’s Abigail? Your face looks all puffy and red and your eyes are swollen, why have you been crying?"I didn't respond. I didn't know how to respond. Where would I start from? How do I explain everything that has happened without melting again?He moved closer. "Sienna, talk to me. Let me help you. Please."I turned around sharply, bitterness bubbling over. "No! You don’t just get to show up after everything and act like my savior! Why are you even here now?"His eyes widened, lips parting to respond, but I didn’t stop."You walked away. You didn’t fight for me. You let me walk out of your life like I meant nothing. You stayed gone. And now you’re here, what? To sw
I hurriedly rushed to the babysitter to pick Abigail up. It has been a long day and she would most certainly be exhausted. As the babysitter came out to answer the door and saw me standing there, the look on her face made me a little frightened. She looked like she wasn't expecting me and was surprised to see me standing there. “Hey, Ms. Sienna,” she greeted me slowly, clutching her phone awkwardly.“Hi,” I smiled weakly, forcing the energy to keep up with formalities. “I’m here for Abigail.”Her brows lifted just slightly in confusion. “Oh… but her dad already picked her up.”I blinked. “What?”She tilted her head as if I was the one not making sense. “Marcus. He said you sent him. That you had something to take care of and would be late.”Every nerve in my body froze. “What?” I asked again, louder this time.“An hour ago,” she added, glancing over her shoulder, probably sensing how fast the blood had drained from my face. “He said you didn’t want Abigail here for long knowing the
I had a meeting scheduled with my lawyer the next day. The first court hearing was in two weeks and we needed to get things straight before then. As I walked into Mr Lawson's office, I felt the walls closing in on me. The smell of expensive leather chairs, the cold, the serene but exquisite decor, and the way the lawyer was sitting across from me with his laptop in front of him, all made the room feel too big and too small at the same time. It felt like I was suffocating, and I had only just stepped into the battle.The lawyer, Mr. Lawson, was experienced—no doubt about that. He had worked on plenty of custody cases, but I wasn’t sure he understood what this one meant to me. He didn’t know the way Marcus had broken me and yet still had the audacity to come back and try to take my daughter from me.As I explained my ordeal with Marcus to Mr Lawson, I couldn't control myself from having a breakdown. It was all too much. Everything I had been through with Marcus was just one chapter aft
For the next few days, I couldn't rest. My mind was a storm. Sleep had become a stranger to me and all I could think of was how to protect my daughter. I sat at the kitchen counter, Abigail’s bunny mug still sitting in front of me, half-full with juice that had long gone warm. She hadn't woken up from her nap, and the silence of the apartment made everything louder in my head. The echo of Marcus’ words, the threats, the betrayal.He wanted custody of Abigail.Just thinking about it again made me feel sick to my stomach . How could he even say that? What kind of delusion did you have to live in to think you were fit to take her away from me? After everything. After throwing me out like some worthless piece of shit, after being absent for practically almost the entirety of her life, he had the audacity to act like he deserved any of this.No he didn’t. He didn’t deserve her. He didn’t even fucking deserve to be called a father.I blinked back tears as I scrolled through the list of fam
I didn’t sleep much last night. I couldn't even sleep at all. My face was swollen and sore, but the ache in my heart was worse. It was deeper and relentless, like fire burning in the wind. I kept replaying the incident of the previous night over and over again. His hand, his voice, his anger, the sharp sting, the disbelief in my own eyes when I saw him standing there afterward, how he almost looked shocked himself, like he hadn’t fully registered what he had done, but he had and so had I.The silence in the apartment this morning was heavy. Abigail was still asleep, covered up in her blanket, unaware of the storm that had just begun in her mother’s world. I moved around quietly, unsure of what to do with myself. I wiped the same spot on the kitchen counter for nearly ten minutes before realizing my hand was shaking.I wasn't going to cry again. I was done crying over Marcus. He had crossed a line I didn’t even think he was capable of crossing. No matter how bad things had gotten betw
Weeks had gone by since Marcus had snapped at me, and in that time, I noticed something shifting again. It was low-key, but present. He was trying. Or at least, that’s what I kept telling myself.He started coming home a bit earlier, offered to make coffee in the mornings, and even spent more time with Abigail. He would take her on walks and play with her, she was even bonding really well with him. When I got caught up folding laundry late into the night, he actually took over and told me to rest. It was small, but I saw the effort and I clung to it like a lifeline.Maybe he was feeling guilty, maybe he realized he crossed a line, or maybe, just maybe, he was beginning to understand the weight of being a father and leaning into embracing it. Whatever it was, I allowed myself a thread of hope. I wanted to believe in change.One evening, after Abigail had gone to sleep, I found myself sitting with Marcus on the balcony. The air was calm, cooler than usual, and the city lights shone from