FAZER LOGINLYNETTE'S POV“Lynette…is the baby really your husband's?” He asked in a low and careful voice, yet the question hung heavily between us.I stared at him in disbelief. Wasn't expecting him to actually ask me that even if he had his suspicion.My lips parted as if to answer his question, but no words came out. While I was still struggling to respond, he turned to face me properly and spoke again. His voice was softer now but laced with urgency.“Lynette, you don't have to be scared. You don't have to worry about anything,” he leaned closer, “I'll get you the best divorce attorney in the city. I'll do whatever it takes. You don’t have to stay in a marriage that…”My eyes snapped up at him. ‘What? Did he just say divorce?’"No,” I cut him off. My voice came out sharper than I intended.Bradford stopped, staring at me in quiet shock. Must’ve been my tone."I'm not getting divorced, Bradford," I stated, forcing my voice to be steady. "The baby is my husband's."He looked at me, really lo
BRADFORD'S POV “This is Lynette,” I introduced in a calm, steady voice. “She's the woman I love.” Those last words came out of me more easily than I'd expected. But immediately those words left my mouth, I felt Lynette trying to pull her hand out of mine. She must’ve been caught off guard by my declaration. Honestly, I kinda was too. But I ain't letting her slip away. After all, she's responsible for putting my heart in this mess. So I tightened my grip on her hand, just a little. I saw her giving me a subtle questioning look from the side of my eye, but I didn’t look at her. I just pretended not to notice and kept my gaze on Rachel. After a couple of failed attempts to pull away from my hold, she just stopped trying. Rachel was smiling up at her. That weak, tired smile still managed to light up her face. "She's so beautiful, Brad,” she complimented softly. “And you two look really good together.” I didn't trust my voice to come out smoothly, so I just nodded with a soft
LYNETTE'S POVWhen we stepped out of the building, Bradford’s chauffeur was already standing by the door of a black SUV, waiting for us.Bradford walked up to him and held out his hand. "The keys."The chauffeur blinked. "Sir?""I'll drive, Martin,” Bradford said when he noticed his surprised expression.Martin hesitated a moment before handing over the keys. “O-of course, sir.”Bradford then walked around to the passenger side, opened the door, and held it.I was still standing there watching him almost absentmindedly when he turned to me and asked."Aren't you getting in?"I blinked, pressing my lips together.Then I moved to get into the car and murmured a thank you just before he shut the door.He circled round to the driver's side, settled into his seat, and started the engine.We drove in silence for a few minutes, the car humming quietly.I stared out the window, watching the city whizz by. Buildings, people, lives I didn't know, lives that weren't tangled up in secrets and lie
LYNETTE'S POV I didn't remember the drive to Bradford’s office. I didn't remember riding in the elevator, getting out of it, and walking down the hallway.I only remembered his secretary, Sophie, calling after me when I strode past her desk without sparing her as much as a glance. And even her voice barely registered. I just continued walking fast, furiously, and focused on where I was heading.Sophie shot up from her seat. "Ms. Evans, you can't just…"I didn't stop. My heels were clicking loudly against the floor as I kept on walking."Ms. Evans, please, Mr. King is in a meeting,” she tried again, following behind me hurriedly. “Ms. Evans!"I didn’t bother knocking when I reached his office door, I just pushed it open and stepped in.I met Bradford sitting by his desk, leaning slightly forward as he looked down at some papers that were spread across the desk. His shirt rolled up to his elbow.And there was someone else with him, a man in a suit seated across from him. Their heads
LYNETTE'S POV I was at my desk, eating a sandwich with one hand and scrolling through design files with the other when my phone buzzed beside my laptop. I ignored it and kept working. But it buzzed again and again, and then it wouldn't stop. I let out a frustrated sigh, set the sandwich down, and picked up the phone to see what the buzzing was all about. My brows instantly drew together when I saw dozens of notifications of new followers and DMs from I*******m, all in the last few minutes. What the hell? I wasn’t an influencer or anything, I didn’t post much, and my studio's account was modest. So where did all the attention come from all of sudden? I stared for a moment, then I shook my head, ignoring it and setting the phone back down. I picked up my sandwich and continued working. The phone kept buzzing, but I paid no attention to it. Then the door suddenly opened, and Ashley walked in with a very bright smile. I'd normally be irritated that she barged in without knockin
BRADFORD'S POV The Thanksgiving weekend that always seemed way too long had come and gone again. I used to look forward to that holiday when my mother was still alive, but not anymore. Cause I now spent them with my father and a handful of relatives that I didn’t like talking to, and they never got tired of asking the usual questions: “When are you getting married? Is there anyone special?” And my answer didn’t change either: “No one special yet.” My father watched me from across the table with an unreadable expression when I answered their questions this time. He knew I was lying. He just didn't know about what. I was also the first to leave the dinner as always. On Monday morning, bright and early, I was back in the office, staring out the busy city of New York from my window, but my mind had already drifted to Lynette. She's another reason why this past weekend felt hellish and extremely long, because she still wouldn't answer my calls and I couldn't go to her o
BRADFORD'S POVThe shock on Lynette’s face was unmistakable. Her face turned pale and her warm brown eyes widened.She seemed to have recognised me even before I introduced myself. From magazines maybe, given that she's a fashion designer. She was staring at me like she saw something that wasn't r
LYNETTE'S POVI kissed him like I'd been hungry for it.And honestly, I have.He froze for a moment, probably shocked I moved so fast. Then he started to kiss me back slowly, as if he had all the time in the world. I wasn’t expecting his lips to be that soft. He pulled me closer with one hand and
LYNETTE'S POVI stood still, staring at the door Nicholas had just walked out through, tears streaming down my face.I cried for a few minutes.Then I suddenly wiped my face and walked out of the bedroom.‘He doesn't get to decide that.’“Nicholas?” I called out as I walked down the hallway.I sear
LYNETTE'S POV“Gabrielle, it's almost 5 pm,” I said, trying not to sound annoyed. “Why aren't you here yet?”“Sorry Lyn,” She said in a playful tone. “I'm almost at your studio.”“You said that twenty minutes ago,”I knew she was lying. She muttered something, and I could picture her biting her low







