Edward POVOnce I was done checking a few files and reviewing the feedback from customers who were kind enough to share their suggestions about what they liked and preferred, I switched off my laptop and stood up from the chair.Looking toward Raya's direction, I saw her standing close to the glass wall, taking pictures and swinging her hair to the side, with her camera light flashing on her face.I started walking to the door without offering a word to her. I was ready to leave her there. I thought standing on a plain platform or catwalking in front of people who just stared would be something Raya would grow tired of and want to leave behind, but it seems I was wrong.I was about to open the door when Raya’s gaze drifted from her phone screen toward me.“Eddy, you're leaving already? Why didn't you tell me?” she squealed, flipping her hair back. I rolled my eyes and walked out of the office with her trotting behind me, her heels clinking against the marble-tiled floor. “I’m not dis
•Juliet's POV•My breath caught in my throat as I stared into James’s eyes. We stood like that for a while, and I wondered what was so interesting in my eyes that he kept staring at them. I was lost in the uncomfortable silence, trying to understand why I hadn’t made any attempt to push him away or say something.“I’m sorry,” he said, his eyes leaving mine as he let go of my waist. I took a deep breath and hesitantly stepped away from him. “I got carried away.”I gulped down the unease rising in my throat and let out a slight laugh. “So, your dad loved this place too?” I asked, walking around and gently touching the roses near the signpost.“No, but I’m sure if he had seen it, he would’ve loved it,” James replied, taking a step closer. I looked over my shoulder through my peripheral vision, just to ensure what had happened wouldn’t happen again.“He must’ve been a nice man,” I said, still focused on the signpost. “What was he like?” I asked curiously.He clicked his tongue. “My dad wa
Juliet's POV"Mommy," a tiny, soft voice rang in my ear as I drifted out of sleep, turning to the other side. Letting the sleep in my eyes take over once more, I sighed. I needed rest and I needed it, badly.After James dropped me off and I got into the house, I made my way to my room, thinking I would fall into bed and sleep without giving another thought to my encounter with James. But I found myself reliving the moment of the kiss over and over in my head until I finally dozed off."Mommy, it's time for school," Jace’s voice pierced into my skull. My eyes fluttered open to see him sitting close to me on the bed, his mouth leaning near my ear."Jace?" I asked, as if I were dreaming, sitting up slowly. He shifted, staring at me."Oh, my baby," I muttered, glancing toward the clock on the nightstand. It was 9 o'clock, and Jace was already dressed in a blue polo shirt and black jeans. I stood up from the bed, shoving my hand into my hair to push it back as I walked into the bathroom to
• Juliet’s POV • I let out a heavy breath as I relaxed into the car seat, my thoughts spiraling out of control. For a moment, I genuinely believed I was going to get a migraine. After all the effort I’d put into convincing Jace, even going as far as bribing him with his favorite ice cream, he finally walked into his new school without saying a word as he licked his favorite ice cream But what kept echoing in my mind was a question I couldn’t shake. Was I doing the right thing? As Eric pulled into the parking lot of my company, I took a deep breath and reminded myself not to let Jace’s resistance to the school change distract me from work and told myself that, with time, he would adjust. I stepped out of the car as Eric began listing the day’s agenda. “First, we’ll check out customer reviews, then see what’s going on in the packaging area, review the investor contract deal, check sales reports, and lastly…” He glanced down at his tablet before looking at me just as the entranc
•Juliet’s POV•I opened my mouth to speak, but instead, my eyes fluttered shut as his thumb brushed against my lips. His breath fanned my cheeks as he leaned in, his lips grazing mine softly.The creaking sound of the door snapped me back to reality. I hesitantly pulled myself away from James and turned toward the door, only to find Eric standing there, frozen like a statue. His jaw dropped into a perfect circle and his eyes widened to the size of saucers.“I’m sorry,” Eric apologized, turning to leave, but I stopped him immediately. James walked over and took the chair opposite me.“If you have something to tell me, don’t hesitate,” I muttered, letting the tangled feeling in my chest settle as I sank into my chair. Eric stepped forward hesitantly, his gaze flicking from James to me. Even without him speaking, I could see the questions piling up in his mind.“I’ve checked the customer reviews, and I’d like you to take a look,” Eric said as he placed a blue file on my desk. “About the
•Edward's POV•"I'm sorry, Eddy," Raya apologized again as I parked in front of her mother’s mansion. "This means a lot to me, and if it didn’t, I wouldn’t have listened to my mother.""You don’t have to explain anymore, Raya," I said quietly, my gaze fixed on the windshield. "You’ve made your decision. There’s nothing I can do to change it now.""No, Eddy, please, you have to understand," she cried, her voice trembling as her eyes welled up with tears. She reached for me, but I still wouldn’t look at her. I couldn’t.The words were lodged in my throat. How could I tell her I was exhausted from everything? That whatever bond we had was dragging me down? I didn't want her to react dramatically like she always does. Things were already bad enough.I stayed silent in the car, letting her fill the silence with broken explanations and sniffles. Her hand found mine, warm and trembling, but I didn’t move, didn’t squeeze back. Even when her phone started blaring again, and she yanked it out a
•Juliet's POV• I sat on the bed next to Jace, watching him sleep peacefully. His small arms were wrapped tightly around his fluffy, cream-colored heart-shaped pillow. The day had been long, and I only wished it hadn’t ended the way it did. After we got into the car, I sat beside Jace, trying to cheer him up, but he didn’t say a word to me. His silence was deafening. It disturbed me so much that when I tried talking to him, he suddenly burst into tears, begging me to take him back to his other school. I’d tried to convince him otherwise, but he wouldn't listen. After dinner, he quietly asked if he could go to his room to sleep. I had simply nodded, and now, here I was, watching his chest rise and fall, my heart aching for him. I leaned over, pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, and stood up from the bed. As I walked down the stairs into the living room, I spotted Eric standing close to the three-seater couch. He was holding a mug and sipping from it, dressed in a white polo shirt
•Juliet’s POV•“Jace, my love,” I said happily as I pushed open the door to Jace's room and stepped inside. My eyes immediately darted to his bed, hoping to find him still curled up under the covers, that would explain why he hadn’t come to my room this morning to interrupt my sleep like he usually did.But the bed was empty.My heart skipped. “Jace?” I called softly, walking further in. No answer.I checked the bathroom. Empty. Then I moved to his walk-in closet, identical in style to mine, still nothing. His clothes were all neatly arranged on the rack, untouched.Confused and beginning to feel the first prickles of panic, I stepped out of the room, forcing myself to stay calm. Don’t jump to conclusions, Juliet. Don’t panic yet.Maybe he was in the kitchen with Mrs. Carl… or in the gym, watching Eric do his morning workout like he often do. I picked up my pace and rushed downstairs.The sweet, warm scent of vanilla hit me the moment I entered the kitchen. Mrs. Carl was just pulling
•Juliet POV•My heart hammered against my chest as my lips grazed against James's. I closed my eyes, trying to calm the whirlwind inside me, but it only got worse."Are you okay?" James whispered in my ear the moment I pulled away from the kiss. His voice was warm, filled with concern. "Is he giving you trouble?""No," I muttered softly, my voice barely audible, my lips trembling.I turned to face Edward fully, swallowing down the unease creeping up my spine like a slow, icy wave. His eyes locked with mine, filled with unshed tears, clouded by pain and a kind of regret I wasn’t ready to name."I don't think I need to explain to anyone who my husband and the father of my child is," I said loudly, my voice rising above the hush in the hall. It echoed slightly, then settled into silence. Whispers followed, low, scattered murmurs, like wind rustling dry leaves.Edward looked away, his jaw tense. The paper in his hand slipped from his fingers, floating to the ground. He still didn’t speak.
•Edward POV•The look on her face was exactly how I had imagined it, shock. She blinked rapidly, her eyes never leaving mine, but she didn’t utter a word.“So, you have to decide which one you're agreeing to,” I leaned in, whispering softly into her ear, letting my breath graze her skin.“You’re insane, Mr. Miles, if you think I’ll be shaken by a DNA result or your little threat,” she muttered, her voice tight as though she’d just snapped back to her senses. She twisted her hand from my grasp, but I held on, tightening my grip just enough to make her wince.“Let... go of me, Edward,” she groaned, her glare sharp as a dagger, but I didn’t move.“Not until I get the response I want,” I said, my voice low and firm as I locked eyes with her. She looked away quickly, her jaw tightening. “Or should I tell the crowd instead?”Her body stiffened. She darted a glance around the room, scanning faces. I followed her gaze. People had noticed. The murmurs started softly, building with each second.
•Juliet's POV•My heart skipped a beat. The moment Edward’s words pierced through the applause, it felt like the floor shifted beneath me. I stood frozen, clutching Jace’s hand a little tighter. My smile wavered, lips parting in shock as my eyes darted toward him. Did he really just ask that?Heat rushed to my face, not from the stage lights, but from the sudden weight of a hundred eyes staring at me. I could feel it, the questions, the curiosity, the judgment. My breath caught in my throat, the air suddenly too thick to swallow.I had planned every detail of this evening... except this.I took in a slight breath and lifted my chin, pretending not to feel the weight of his question."That’s my private life, Mr. Miles. I believe I have a choice to share it or not.""Why would you want to keep your husband’s identity secret?" Edward asked, staring at me. I could almost see a smirk tugging at his lips. "Is he that terrible? Or... you don’t have one?"Eric rushed forward toward Edward. "M
•Juliet POV•"You're indeed a role model to many generations of women," Mrs. Yung, an elderly woman, said as I took her hand in a firm handshake."Thank you for attending my party, Mrs. Yung, and also for being one of our top customers," I said with a warm smile."Miss Ryder!" someone called from behind, distracting me from Mrs. Yung. I turned briefly to see another top customer approaching."If you'll excuse me," I said to Mrs. Yung with a polite smile before walking over to meet them.The setting of the party was exactly how I had imagined it, elegantly decorated, filled with influential people and top-tier customers. I could only thank Eric and the rest of the staffs for their hard work.I moved through the crowd, exchanging a few handshakes and greetings, all the while looking around for Eric. He should've been here by now. I had specifically told him not to take too long because I needed Jace on stage with me during my speech."You must be Jace's mother," a redheaded woman said w
•Edward's POV•I stared at my reflection in the mirror, adjusting the tie that fit perfectly with my brown suit. This was my moment, the day I would appear before everyone attending Juliet’s party, and before my son, to claim what’s rightfully mine.The look on Juliet’s face would be my golden ticket. And that little boy, his hand wrapped around mine as he called me father, that alone would light up my mood. With one final look in the mirror and a quick glance at the watch around my wrist, I stepped out of the room.The Jace Perfume March party, according to the theme, was set for the evening at the Jace Perfume Company, an evening of second chance. As I stepped into the living room, Josh walked in, dressed in a brown suit similar to mine. His tie wasn’t the same color, but that wasn’t my concern. My eyes drifted to his hand and locked onto the white envelope he was holding.“Did you get the DNA result?” I asked, just to be sure.He nodded with a bright smile. “Yes, bro. The ticket to
•Juliet POV•"Juliet, why are you behaving this cruelly to me!" my mother shouted as the security escorted her out. "Is this your way of getting back at me?"I gulped down the unease crawling up my throat but didn’t offer a word. I stood at the entrance of my office, watching my mother being led away. The scene gave me déjà vu, a painful reminder of my high school days. I was sixteen then, and Raya was thirteen. She had always been the favored one. Even at school, I was constantly overshadowed by her.I remembered one particular day when I came home excited about a school creativity event. I needed support and had hoped for her encouragement, but she didn’t even acknowledge me. Moments later, Raya walked in talking about a party she wanted to host. My mother didn’t even let her finish before eagerly offering to help. Raya had always been her favorite.It wasn’t about comparison, I had never craved it, but her rejection of me as her own, only to show up now asking for money, threatened
•Juliet’s POV•"I love you, Mommy," Jace said as he happily skipped forward to meet Mrs. Bianca, who stood by the entrance of his school with her arms spread wide to welcome him.I stood by the car, resting my back against it. "I love you so much, baby," I shouted after him, watching my son with my heart blooming with happiness.Eric followed closely behind him, making sure Jace reached Mrs. Bianca safely before returning to the car. He opened the door for me, and I got in. He then got into the driver's seat and started the engine."Eric, what's the schedule for today?" I asked, glancing at my phone screen as I read the messages James had sent me."The schedule for today isn't much," Eric replied, his hand on the steering wheel. "Because of the upcoming March party, we're just going to check on the venue, the theme, and the design. After that, there's the meeting with Mr. Carson."I nodded softly. "Okay." I quickly typed a reply to James, who seemed to be trying hard to show concern.
•Edward POV•"Look at me, saving your ass again, deadbeat big brother," Josh drawled playfully as he slid into the driver’s seat and turned on the ignition."Does it really matter?" I said softly, resting my body against the seat. My mind drifted to when Juliet left me, stirring up the same haunting feelings I had years ago when she filed for divorce.Josh paused, his gaze flicking in my direction as he read my expression. After explaining everything to the police, which didn’t go well, and the angry man whose car I’d bashed demanding money for repairs, the police had let me off with a warning. But they made it clear, if I was ever caught driving drunk again, not even my money would save me. It would be written in ink.The last thing I wanted right then was to go home. I just wanted to crash on my bed and drown in the day’s mess. I closed my eyes and let out a sharp breath."Of course it matters. I was in the middle of my favorite TV series when you called me to come pick you up," Jos
•Juliet POV•After putting Jace to bed, I walked down the stairs, brushing my hand through my hair as I reflected on the day's events. The thoughts triggered a throbbing pain that wrapped tightly around my skull, each step dragging with the weight of it. I stepped into the living room and found Eric seated on the couch, his attention glued to his tablet. At the sound of my footsteps, he glanced up and immediately set the device aside."Eric," I began, lowering myself onto the couch, my voice laced with unease. I rested one hand on the armrest, turning slightly to face him. "Did you confirm the identity of Mr. Dante before setting up that date?"His brows furrowed in confusion, though his tone remained steady. "Of course, Miss Ryder. Why? Did something happen? How did the meeting go? Did he not meet your expectations?"I lifted my hand from the cushion and dragged it across my face in frustration. "It was a disaster, Eric." My voice cracked slightly. "Mr. Dante isn’t some stranger...