MasukEllie’s P.O.V.
I didn’t sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Zack's amber eyes and heard his mocking voice. I turned on my side, pressing my face into the pillow, forcing myself to think about someone else. My husband! Zackary... and then his son, Zack. A chill ran down my spine at his name. Why didn’t Jared ever mention Zack? Why didn’t that lawyer say anything about Zackary's family? Such random queries lingered longer than they should have, a fragile attempt to process everything. By morning, I gave up trying and sat up, sighing. “If my husband is in the hospital, I should meet him.” After getting ready, I gathered information from the staff and went to see Zackary before afternoon. The drive to the hospital felt completely different in daylight. The same road that had seemed dark and endless last night now looked peaceful. Tall, luscious green trees lined up the path, beautiful flowers adding color along the edges. I leaned towards the window and inhaled deeply, the freshness of clean air rejuvenating my mood. Mr. Charles, the family lawyer, was already waiting for me when I arrived at the hospital. “Mrs. Walton,” he greeted politely. “I was informed you wish to see Mr. Walton.” I nodded and followed him as he guided me to the third floor, the VIP section for wealthy patients. “This is Mr. Walton’s room.” Mr. Charles stopped before room 244 and knocked on the door. He waited for a second before opening it. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, composing myself to face the reality. My cautious gaze scanned the room in a second, finally landing on the bed. However, it was empty. The bed was neatly arranged, the surroundings spotless, but there was no one in the room. I turned sharply and looked at Mr. Charles. “Where is Mr. Walton?” He appeared totally clueless. Mr. Charles stepped outside for a while and then returned, his expression apologetic. “Mr. Walton was taken for scans. The doctors handle the schedule here.” “It’s fine.” I said simply, my heart racing. “I will wait.” The MRI unit was on the second floor. Mr. Charles guided me there but excused himself for a call. So, I sat alone in the waiting area and watched people for a while, life moving in a clear pattern. Visitors, doctors, nurses, and other staff moved around with motive, unlike me, who had no idea what the future had planned for me. Deep in my thoughts, I gazed across the corridor and froze… “Jared?” Dressed in a perfect suit, Jared walked along with Alice, their presence knocking the air out of my lungs. “What are they doing here?” And before I could even register, I was already up and following them, my steps hurried. I followed them to the crowded corridor as they stopped to see a doctor near the exam room. Alice handed her a file as Jared spoke seriously. “We can’t afford any mistakes.” The doctor checked the file and nodded. “Everything will proceed as we discussed in the last visit.” Alice spoke next, but her voice was almost a whisper, so I couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed here, but curiosity got the best of me. I slipped beside the medicine shelf, leaning forward just enough to read the title on the file. “Patient: Alice Walton. Attending physician: Dr. Izzie Shepherd (OBGYN).” OBGYN? My steps faltered. Why would Alice need a gynaecologist less than twenty-four hours after her wedding? That question struck me like a blow to my gut. I tried to listen more, but the rest of the conversation was cut short because of an emergency case of delivery. The doctor attended the woman at once and before I could escape, Alice’s gaze found me. “Ellie?” Shoot! Panic clawed at my throat as I faced Alice, a hint of surprise evident on her countenance. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” Jared stood beside her, composed and unfazed, as if yesterday had never happened. Alice’s lips curved into a gentle smile as she said, “I should congratulate you, Ellie. Mom told me about your wedding.” My heart clenched as she looked at Jared and added with a shy smile. “I am sorry. I couldn’t attend. Things become rushed on our side.” Rushed? Of course, they did! Jared’s gaze met mine briefly, then shifted away, like he hadn’t claimed to love me until yesterday. “Mr. Hunt handled the things before they got worse.” The words landed quietly, but they cut deeper than anything louder could ever have. Jared continued without a speck of hesitation in his voice. “Considering the circumstances, this outcome was best for everyone.” After two years of our loving relationship, that was all he had to say? There was no regret in his voice, just logic. Like, that was what remained of us. Forcing my expressions to stay steady, I spoke calmly. “Thanks, Alice. I am here for my husband.” My gaze shifted between them. “What about you? First day of marriage, and you chose a hospital?” Jared’s expressions changed instantly. But before he could respond, Alice’s smile deepened. “What else, Ellie? I had some reports to collect.” She adjusted the file in her hand, pulling it closer to her chest. “Nothing serious. Just making sure everything is… in order.” Her eyes met mine, calm and confident. “The doctor was quite pleased. In fact, discipline shows results in more ways than one.” The meaning behind her taunt settled between us, clear and intentional. Alice couldn’t leave a single opportunity to criticize my appearance using sweet words. My fingers curled tightly at my sides as Jared stepped closer to her, his hand resting naturally around her shoulders. “Alice takes care of herself. And it shows.” My eyes lingered on that hand around Alice’s shoulders, sensing the ease between them. They stood together as a perfect married couple, like there was nothing that had once belonged to me. Swallowing my unease, I smiled to protect my dignity. “I am glad you are okay, Alice.” Jared checked the time and said, his voice soft. “We should go home, Alice. Mom is waiting for us.” Home! That word hit harder than anything else. A lump formed in my throat as I saw Alice’s bright smile. She looked up at Jerad and spoke sweetly. “Oh, right. Everyone is eager to meet me.” Her gaze then lingered on me for a second longer before she turned. “You should rest, Ellie. It’s been a long day for you.” And just like that, they walked away, Jared’s protective embrace shielding Alice from the passersby. I stood there silent, my eyes fixed on their disappearing figures. My hand flew to my mouth as my carefully composed façade shattered, my chest heaving frantically. I spun on my heels and rushed out of the hospital building, my steps faster and sharper. The bright sunlight hit my face, but I kept walking until I reached the quiet parking lot. Although I tried my best to stay strong in front of them, tears came anyway, my broken sobs echoing in the surroundings. I bent forward, my breath breaking as everything I had been holding finally slipped through. It wasn’t just seeing Jared and Alice together, but realising that everyone had moved on. Jared called another woman home while I no longer had one. And somehow, I was the only person still grieving a life that no longer existed... I let out a shaky breath and wiped my face with trembling hands, but tears flowed like rivers of despair. Leaning against the car, I pressed my palms against my eyes to steady myself despite the ache in my chest. “Interesting!” I froze at once as a low, unhurried voice came from behind me. “I didn’t expect weather like this today.”Ellie's P.O.V.“The mall?” I asked in confusion. “Why are we going to the mall?”Zack raised an eyebrow as if I'd asked why people breathed.“Dresses are made of fabric. And fabric doesn't grow inside an enclosed room, Ellie.”Goah. Why couldn't this man answer a question like a normal human being?“Fine.” I climbed toward the car and reached for the rear door. Zack’s voice made me pause.“Sit in the front.” He had already walked around to the driver's side. “I'm not your driver.”I looked at him in disbelief.“You're driving?”He frowned.“Why? You think I lack basic life skills?”“No.” I hurried around the car and climbed into the passenger seat. “It's just that you have a driver.”I searched for the correct words. “And people like you don't usually drive themselves. Like you didn’t…”The rest of the words died down in my head as Zack suddenly leaned across the center console, the scent of his expensive cologne cutting through stale car air.My heart skipped a beat.“W-What are you
Ellie's P.O.V. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was actually looking forward to the next three days. Just me, my sketchbook, and two dresses that could change everything. However, that dream lasted exactly three minutes. The servants barged into my room with a small office table along with a chair and files, arranging another setup in the empty corner. A moment later, Zack walked in without even asking permission. He placed his coffee mug on the newly arranged desk before taking a seat as though he owned the room. “Morning.” What? I looked between him and the office that had magically appeared inside my bedroom. “What exactly is going on?” He sat down and answered casually. “Temporary branch office.” I frowned. “You moved your office into my bedroom?” Zack opened his laptop. “Yes. This project has the highest priority.” I protested. “But this is my room.” “And this is my house. So get to work.” Well, that was true! Groaning inwardly, I sat down at my s
Ellie's P.O.V.“Are you alright?”The moment Zack doubled over coughing, I rushed to the sideboard. My fingers wrapped around the nearest glass of water before I hurried back.“Here. Drink this.”He accepted the glass without looking at me.After taking several slow sips, his coughing gradually subsided. He exhaled before placing the half-empty glass on the desk.Then he looked at me.“You were saying?”I straightened my shoulders. If Zack believed me, that was great. If he didn't, at least I had finally told the truth.“I worked for Walton Lux for two years,” I repeated, louder this time. “As I know their standards, I can design dresses that match them.”Then I braced myself for laughter or being dismissed for lying. I didn’t have any employment proof, so if he didn’t believe me, it would be only fair.However, Zack didn’t say anything immediately.He placed the glass down and strode toward me in three long steps. Before I could react, his hands landed firmly on my shoulders.His amb
Ellie's P.O.V.I stood frozen where I was while Zack glared at me from across the room. His chest rose and fell with restrained anger.“Why can't you just listen?”His voice raised an octave."I sent you to one damn board meeting, and you turned it into a battlefield."He threw the file on the table again.“Why? Who asked you to play the hero there?”My heart hammered like a frantic drum. I'd never seen this side of Zack before. He had teased me, mocked me, and even uttered cruel words. But he never raised his voice on me.My voice quivered.“I thought…”The words barely left my mouth before he cut me off.“You thought what?”He stepped around the desk, his polished shoes echoing against the wooden floor as he walked toward me.“That humiliating your ex in front of the board would solve everything? Or that one dramatic speech would magically fix years of problems?”His laugh was cold.“This isn't some high school argument, Ellie. This is business.”Zack’s words stung more than I wante
Ellie's P.O.V.My question hung in the conference room like a thunderclap.I folded my hands neatly on the polished conference table, keeping my face calm despite the satisfaction blooming inside me.‘Go on, Jared. Show them the designs I never gave you.’Jared's confident smile faltered for the briefest second before he recovered.“My previous collections have been among Walton Lux's best-selling lines. My work speaks for itself.”His work?A familiar bitterness settled in my chest.For two years, those collections had begun in my sketchbook. I had celebrated their success beside him, believing we were building our future together.Now he stood there claiming those achievements as his alone?Not anymore!I smiled professionally. “That is true, Mr. Jared. But business doesn't operate on promises. We operate on facts.”I looked around the long conference table.“Gentlemen, every one of you has invested your trust, your reputation, and your money into Walton Lux. Yet none of us knows wh
Ellie's P.O.V.“Is there someone at Walton Lux you're trying to avoid, Ellie? A person from your past with bad intentions?”Even after leaving White Mansion, Zack’s question refused to leave my mind.As the driver steered the car through the afternoon traffic, I stared out the window without really seeing anything.Jared… Could he really become one of those people?After spending an entire morning reading horrifying reports about obsessed ex-fiancés, stalkers, acid attacks, and murderers, my imagination had become far too active.For one ridiculous second, I actually pictured Jared hiding behind a tree with a knife.I snorted.“No.”I shook my head immediately.Jared wasn't a psychopath. If anything, he had made one thing painfully clear. He didn't give a damn about me anymore.He had Alice now. His only concern was making sure I never asked for what belonged to me again.I sighed and glanced down at myself.Instead of the simple blouse I'd worn that morning, I was now dressed in the
Zack’s P.O.V. The Hunt family sent a bride to the White mansion? That matter alone was suspicious! I leaned back in my chair, fingers resting lightly against the armchair as the city stretched beneath the glass office of my house. Quiet and controlled, unlike the situation of this arrang
Ellie’s P.O.V. Exhaling sharply, I turned. Zack stood a few steps away, one hand in his pocket, the other loosely holding his phone. There wasn’t a speck of concern on his face. His keen gaze moved over my face, scanning me, as he added casually. “I came to visit Dad. Didn’t realize I had wa
Ellie’s P.O.V. The moment I looked up, my heart paused. That man was not old. He wasn’t weak, fragile, or anything like the rumors surrounding Zackary Walton. The young man standing near the door looked handsome in a way that felt illegal. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a blac
Ellie’s P.O.V. “Leave? No!” I blurted out before I could organize my thoughts. “Dad, please. Grandma is dead. I don’t have anywhere to go…” But my dad didn’t even let me finish. “You should have thought about it before, Ellie.” His face darkened with fury. “Do you have any idea what you have







