LOGIN“Tch! Who does she think she is, acting all high and mighty with nothing.” Aaron mumbled as his driver navigated through the city. He had expected Raina Weston to be a desperate, gold-digging woman. Someone he could dismiss without a second thought. But he wasn’t.
Instead, she had fire, like a new found independence that refused to be quenched, no matter how cold his words had been.
He leaned back in the leather seat, his fingers gently tapping on the armrest. His gaze drifted out of the window, but his thoughts were stuck on her. Every single thing about her seemed... intriguing. Without thinking, a small smile spread across his lips.
And then, the wallet. He clenched his jaw at the thought, annoyed at himself. He had deliberately left it behind as an excuse to see her again. A move so out of character that it made him feel foolish.
Maybe he had been too harsh on her, he thought briefly. The way she stood her ground lingered in his mind longer than it should have. But it didn’t last as the memories of his ex’s manipulation, the way she had used him, flashed through his mind. The smile vanished, replaced by a hardened expression. He couldn’t trust anyone, not again.
The car slowed as it approached his sprawling mansion that sat surrounded by trees. Aaron stepped out, adjusting his jacket, before turning to the butler who had just come outside to greet him.
Without meeting his gaze, he curtly said, “If a Miss Raina Weston stops by, let her in.”
The butler’s brow arched in subtle surprise, but he nodded. Aaron stood there for a moment, wondering why he had said it. He didn’t know himself, and it wasn’t like him to act on impulse. But the words were out, and he wouldn’t take them back.
Quietly, he strode into the house, with a heavy sigh, but before he could go too far with his thoughts, the familiar aroma of something cooking filled the air.
He frowned slightly at the sound of utensils clattering in the kitchen. It was a clear violation of his rule, all staff, except the butler, were to leave before he returned home. Quickly, he moved down the hallway to the kitchen, ready to give the offender a piece of his mind, but when he reached there, he froze in his track. He couldn’t believe his eyes, it was none other than his ex-girl friend, Jessica Hampton.
For three whole years, he had buried the memories of what she had done to him. He had loved and trusted her, but she had played him for a fool. Using him to climb her success ladder, then cheating on him with an associate. And now, here she was, cooking in his kitchen like nothing had happened.
Jessica turned around at the sound of his footsteps. Her face lit up with a bright smile, one that he once adored. “It’s been a while, Aaron.” She set the spoon down, her eyes searching his.
When Aaron didn’t move from the doorway, she walked over to him, but he took a step back into the hallway. “What the hell are you’re doing, it’s been three years, Jessica.” He said, his voice cold and firm.
Her smile faltered for a while before she quickly recovered. “I know. I just…I wanted to see you, Aaron…I thought we could talk.” She said with a hesitant smile.
Aaron scoffed, “Talk? After what you did? You really thin I want to talk to you?”
Jessica stiffened but didn’t look away. She knew this conversation would be inevitable. “I…I made mistakes, Aaron. I was confused, and hurt you.But I’m—”
“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry, Jessica!” He cut in, his expression darkening. “You weren’t sorry when you used and hurt me! I gave you everything, and you took it while lying to my face! You don’t get to walk back and pretend nothing happened!”He spat, his eyes blazing with fury.
Her eyes clouded with tears and desperation as she took a step closer. “I know I don’t deserve forgiveness. But I’m here now, Aaron. I want to show you that I’ve changed. I want to make things right.” Her voice trembled.
He stared at her for a long time, his heart hardening. There was no way he could let her back, especially after what she did. “I’ve move on, Jessica,” he said, his voice cold and hard. “It was over the moment you chose someone else over me.”
Jessica opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say anything, footsteps interrupted. It was the butler, and behind him walked Raina, looking as though she’d been caught in something that didn’t concern her.
“Sir, Miss Weston has arrived,” the butler announced.
Raina had a nervous yet determined expression on her face. Her eyes darted between them, clearly flustered by the situation. “Hi… I-I had to follow your car here...although, my cab took a wrong turn.” She murmured, “Well, I came because you forgot this at the restaurant. I was going to give it to the butler, but he said I could come in,” she explained, holding up his wallet.
Aaron’s gaze flashed to the wallet in her hand, but his thoughts quickly shifted. An idea sparked in his mind, a thought that formed so suddenly it seemed like it had always been there. Quietly, he stretched out his hand, waiting for her to approach him.
Raina was confused at first, but she obeyed and walked toward him. His piercing gaze locked onto hers, making her slightly uncomfortable. As she reached him and held out the wallet, there was a pause, and suddenly, he grabbed her arm, pulling her toward him.
Startled, she gasped, her eyes widening in shock as his grip tightened around her waist. But before she could fully process what was happening, he leaned in and without warning, he planted a wet kiss on her lips.
Her breath caught, her eyes wide with protest, but with his lips still entwined with hers, there was little she could say or do. She shut her eyes as the kiss deepened, passionate and sweet. But just as suddenly as it started, he pulled back, keeping her close as he turned to Jessica with a calm, almost satisfied expression.
“This is my girlfriend, Raina.” he said, his voice unbothered and calm.
Raina blinked, her cheeks burning bright red as she glanced between Aaron and the woman he was addressing. “W-what?!”
THE PRICE OF SILENCEAaron had always thought silence was some sort of control.Silence in boardrooms was something that made people jittery. It made the other party divulge excessively in negotiations. He had earlier believed that silence was protection and in doing so, he wanted to protect Raina in his marriage not to turn her into the kind of politics that she did not want to be in. He knew how mistaken he was now he sat alone in his office long after night had swallowed the city.Silence was no defense to anything.It only delayed damage.He was at the window looking down the lights below but faintly reflected in the glass. The office which was a kind of continuation of his power was now a cage. All the decisions he had postponed, all meetings that he had evaded were repeated in his mind with savage clarity.He recalled Raina that appeared before him some weeks ago, her head also firm yet hurt, and accusing him of when she ceased to be his partner. He had not answered her then. He
THE FALL BEGINSThe boardroom was colder than usual.Aaron had realised it as soon as he got inside, how the conversation had dropped and the eye contact had changed,gawkingly away. His reflection in the long glass table--tailored suit, controlled expression, composed posture--was nevertheless going on below, and something was wrong. His authority had been so used to him over the years that it no longer rested on his shoulders.Lucas already sat at the head of the table, his fingers crossed, quiet and ready. Evelyn sat on his right, graceful as ever, her pose careless, her features indescribable. The other board members sat down around them with their eyes averted towards Aaron.OK, let's start, said Lucas.Aaron took his seat. Before going into the actual, I want to discuss the rumours that have been going around the house. My leadership is not related to my personal issues.Some members gave a glance at each other.Evelyn threw her head back. Respect, Aaron, this is reality at this
A WOMAN REBUILTThe office was tiny, compared to the glass towers Raina would be strolling up and down on, with her head held high and cameras flashing on her face. The floor was not marble, the elevator was not personal, and the assistants were not standing outside the door. Nothing more than a hired room on the fourth floor of an ageing building, bare desks, a noisy air conditioner, and a sun peeking through semi-open curtains.And yet when Raina was in the centre of it, and she was holding her phone in one hand and a notebook in another, she experienced something which she had not experienced in a long time.Ownership.Now this is ours, she said to herself.Her aide, Lila, her faithful companion even after all had gone wrong, smiled as she put a pile of files in place on the desk. It might not be so much, but it is... sincere.Raina nodded. "Honesty is more than enough."She put aside her bag and got her notebook open. Plans that were in her own handwriting were filling the pages.
DISTANCEThe place was very silent, which Raina was not accustomed to.Not the silence of the Kingston mansion, with its heavy, guarded silence, and its ears to every corner, and its eyes upon every movement, but a more gentle quiet. One that was unconfident, unrecognized and excruciatingly real.Her standing in the little living room with her baby in her arms, and she turned slowly around the room.This was it.White walls. A modest sofa. An upright dining table banged against the wall. The kitchen was hardly larger than a wardrobe, and the door of the bedroom was so thin that one could hear easily.No guards outside. No employees are awaiting orders to be given. None of the cameras is behind rich ornamentation.Just her.And her child.Raina sighed and sank onto the sofa, falling into it as though the strength had at last exhausted her. The infant moved, his small nose scowling, and then he lay down again, cosy and affectionate.Oh yes, we are, she said to herself.Her phone buzzed
WALKING AWAYThe house was still asleep.That was what Raina needed.She slipped slowly through the mansion barefoot on the cold marble. The walls, which seemed big before, were heavy now, as though they were keeping an eye upon her. Each move was a flashback — jokes, midnight conversations, dark promises.She did not cry.Not yet.Raina tapped on the bedroom door. Aaron was lying on the bed, with one side of his back toward her. He had gone to sleep many hours later than their fight, fatigue tugging him down, and her intellect remaining as alert as ever.She stared at him for some time.This did not necessarily have to be so, she said to herself, but knew that he could hear none.She turned away.It was a suitcase that she drew out in the walk-in closet. Just one. She didn't want attention. She didn't want drama. She put clothes in the laundry painfully, taking only what was necessary--easy dresses, infantalia, papers which she had covertly been collecting during the last few days.S
BETRAYAL WITHOUT INFIDELITYIt was not a confrontation initiated by shouting.It began with silence.It was late, past midnight, and Raina was waiting in the living room, and the lights were dimmed, and the house was unusually quiet. The baby was already asleep, her kiss on his forehead was longer than usual, and the promises she had made, she was no longer quite certain that she should keep. With every tick of the clock, something squeezed in her breast.The front door eventually opened, and Aaron walked into the house without much ado, loosening his tie like he was coming back to any normal day. He paused, and there she sat."You're still awake," he said."Yes," Raina replied. Her voice was calm, too calm. "We need to talk."Aaron exhaled slowly. "Can this wait until morning?""No," she said. "It has waited long enough."He dropped his jacket and approached and felt the tension. "What's wrong?"Raina stood up. "I spoke to Margaret today."Aaron froze.That was all it took.His shoul







