*Few days ago*
RYAN'S POV I sighed as I stared at the divorce document on my desk once again. *Divorce agreement between Yun Blake and Ryan Rivers.* My fingers caressed the part of the paper where her name was, while her words to me few days ago after I had signed the documents, reoccurred to me. "Ryan, it's important I leave. But as you've pleaded, I would stay a little while until you've accomplished the task you must carry out as your father's son. Afterwards, I would leave." Yun had said to me. We were married for six years, she was only twenty one at that time, and her career as an actress had only just began. We'd met at a gala seven years ago, fallen in love and had gotten married one year after. However, our relationship and marriage had been a private one only known to our close friends and family, because Yun wanted it that way. Because she was married to me, Yun had given up a part of her dream just to be with me. She had gotten pregnant few months after we were married, and because of the nature of her job and our relationship, she had to stay off set for a really long while. This broke her and for the remaining years we were married, after the birth of our kids, she suffered emotionally and although I tried to understand and be there for her, my efforts weren't really enough to heal her. What she wanted was to be back to the woman she was before she had gotten married to me. And although I loved her so much that it was difficult for me to come to terms with her leaving me, when she brought up the idea of us divorcing, I had to let her go so that she could be happy. However, at the moment, I needed to stay married at least for a couple of months until my father's desire had been granted. And Yun had been understanding enough to agree to my terms. 'Well, at least she's still around, I could still see her for a little while before she finally leaves.' I consoled myself mentally with this. "Mr. Rivers, there's an emergency." I raised my gaze to see Jose, my PA, rushing into my home study. Seeing the question in my eyes, he wasted no time in relaying the information that came as a bomb blast to my ears. "Ms. Blake, has disappeared." "What do you mean?!" I thundered, jumping off my seat immediately. My heart pounded furiously against my chest as I pushed the door to her room open. It was empty. No trace of her was left in sight, her important belongings were gone. Yun wouldn't do this to me, right? I retrieved my phone from my pocket and began calling her phone, but it wasn't going through. I never wanted to part with her this way. This wasn't what we talked about. What of our kids? How did she expect them to take the news of her disappearance? "Mr. Rivers, I think she left a note." Jose said, pointing towards her bedside drawer. I hurried over and retrieved it. *Ryan, I'm leaving. Please don't look for me. I'm sorry I did this in such a time when you need me. But there's no better time than now for me. Zach and Zara are in your care.* Tears pooled in my eyes as I walked out of the room, that was hers. "Jose, get someone to check the CCTV, confirm her disappearance from the footage and send it to me. Also, I'm leaving for now. Please make sure the nannies keep an eye on my kids," I paused on my hurried strides at the hallway and sent a glance in the direction of their rooms. "More than ever before." I added, continuing my exit afterwards. "Yes, Sir." If I should hurry down to the airport now, perhaps I would be able to catch up with her before her flight takes off. With this thought, I increased my steps.ANITA'S POV I was up at 5:30am, the next day which was a Sunday, the beginning of a new week. Stretching carefully on my bed because I was aware the kids were with me, I allowed myself some few minutes of quietly watching them sleep, a satisfied smile on my face. The peaceful aura around them was very comforting. And I doubted I would ever get used to it. It was already a routine for the children to sleep in my bed most nights so it wasn't an unfamiliar task for me to read to them bedtime stories before they fall asleep most nights. Even as I examined Zara carefully to observe the condition of her hands, I was aware of the fact that I had woken up with a feeling of positivity. Hopefully, my inquiries in town today with Kristen would turn out well. Feeling glad Zara's palms seemed much better, I quietly hopped off my bed and commenced my usual morning routine. Which included; my quiet prayers, meditations, drinking of water, medications, few minutes of yoga workout, shower
ANITA'S POV 'His home, his business...' This was my initial thought after my attempts of trying to make Ryan change his mind proved futile. However, a bigger part of me couldn't just sit still on his decision of firing the kitchen staff. Because I was there too. I knew what it meant to be helpless that's why I couldn't allow the staff to get cut off from her job. Most especially when it was my fault also... I mean, if I hadn't taken the kids to the kitchen, or if I had been more observant of them, then such an incident would never have occured. I lowered my now empty glass cup on the counter, suddenly feeling grateful for the existence of water. It was necessary I drank water to help myself stay calm. Afterwards, I turned back to Ryan with an infinite resolve, locking my eyes against his annoyingly enticing blue ones. To think that I mentally tagged him a 'gentleman' several minutes ago. Ha! I've never been more wrong. "You know what? If anyone's to be blamed and
RYAN'S POV "I didn't learn to cook overnight, it was a necessity for us at the time. Because we had to learn how to survive by ourselves, my mother taught us..." Wait, what?! I was talking about my late mother to a total stranger who's also my wife! Well, substitute. I immediately caught myself quickly before I had slipped. What prompted me to feel so comfortable around Anita Richardson that I had unconsciously began to share such private detail about my childhood with her, wasn't something I could understand. In fact, everything in this present setting was wrong and totally out of our arrangements. However, not only had I cooked for her, now I was also...almost sharing a personal detail about myself with her. I mean, how did we get here?! My unexpected pause midway my sentence, made her seem even more curious. She had her attention hundred percent on me and I could see the obvious glimmer of surprise and expectation in her eyes. I smiled warmly at her as I dri
ANITA'S POV Moments after Dr Tim left with Ryan, Zach and Zara were fast asleep as was their usual routine most weekends. They don't seem to joke with their siestas _good for them_ and I'd just finished tucking them in bed. Thank goodness Zara's bed was large enough to contain three to four kids her age because Zach hadn't been willing to leave her side ever since she got hurt _Such a sweet little man he is_ Closing Zara's door after me carefully, I walked down the hallway, a little past Zach's room before hurrying down the spiral stairway, into the enormous living area downstairs and then down another elegant hallway, past the storage before I finally arrived at the kitchen. I needed to take care of the mess I left behind after Zara's injury, and also to complete my cooking. All the way down, I'd hoped Ms. Renee hadn't asked a staff to clean up after me. I had just gotten to the kitchen and was about to walk in when I halted at the unexpected sight that greeted my
RYAN'S POV Zara winced slightly as Dr Tim examined her hands and my jaw clenched with anger once again. I was told Caroline went out to see someone in a hurry but was on her way back to my manor on my order. I gave no second chances at all when it concerned the safety of my children. So of course, she'd be having a hell of a day today. Feeling the rage rise within me again, I knew I needed a distraction. Unintentionally, my gaze shifted from my daughter's hands to Anita's face only to catch her staring. On meeting my gaze, she held it for a few seconds more before returning those dreamy eyes back to Zara. Oh, damn! Why do I feel guilty all of a sudden because of a mere few seconds eye contact with her? Perhaps, I had been too harsh with her some moments ago. Do I have to apologize? "Thankfully, our little princess didn't get any blister or scar." Tim's words cut through my thoughts and I turned my gaze from Anita to him immediately. I noticed Zach's attention was h
RYAN'S POV Returning home earlier than scheduled after a hectic day at work with the aim to rest only to be welcomed by the news of your precious child in a dangerous situation, wasn't exactly what any parent would look forward to on a weekend. My eyes took in the scene of the kitchen immediately. From the look of things, Anita must have been playing chef with my children this time. It wasn't the first time I had seen her in the kitchen, however, it was the first time she'd be doing kitchen business with the children. But unfortunately, an accident must have occured. At the sight of Zara's face looking red from pain and tears, and her little palms slightly red _although it was being dipped in a bowl of ice_ my eyes twitched and my jaw clenched. Perhaps, Anita Richardson was taking her role too seriously and obviously needed a reminder that she was only a substitute. And 'that', for only a short time more... "It..it was an accident." She started to say, just as a flicker