LOGINI still couldn’t believe what he had just done.He didn’t answer. His eyes darted across the road.“I can’t fucking believe you, Harold,” I snapped, my voice shaking.“That was so embarrassing,” I continued, my tone sharper this time. “I mean, what were you even thinking? You stormed in there, created a scene, and then just carried me out like that. Everyone saw you, Harold. Everyone saw me!”His silence only made it worse.“What has gotten into you?” I demanded. “Aren’t you supposed to support me? I just want to make a living!”“I forbid you.”The words came out cold.“What?”His eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, his jaw tight. I watched the way his hands gripped the steering wheel—so tight his knuckles had turned white, like he was barely holding himself together. Like something inside him was about to snap, but he was forcing it down.“I fucking forbid you to work, Sandra.”I let out a bitter, disbelieving laugh. “You are unbelievable.”I shook my head, trying to process what I
What the heck was he doing here?I froze the moment I saw him.I had no idea Harold had followed me. But of course he did. He’s always been like that—persistent to the point of being exhausting. And the way he was looking at me right now? Like I had committed some unforgivable crime.It almost made me laugh.But I didn’t give him the satisfaction. I looked away, acting like he didn’t exist. Who was he to demand my attention? What right did he have to expect anything from me?He was the one who used me.He was the one who treated me like something convenient—a temporary toy for his own amusement. Sure, maybe we both played that game. Maybe we both had our reasons. Maybe it all started because of his grudge against David.But that didn’t make it okay.I didn’t sign up to be a tool. Whatever happens to him now is his problem. I have my own life to build.“Okay, Sandra and Rodel, please step forward.”I snapped out of my thoughts and focused on the crew. Lights were being adjusted, reflec
Harold’s POV“So please… let go of me.”She slapped my hand.I couldn’t even blame her.If I were in her place, I’d probably react the same way… or worse.I messed up. No point pretending otherwise. I was a jerk—no, I acted like one on purpose. There’s a difference, at least that’s what I keep telling myself.But that doesn’t really make it better, does it? It was a mistake to begin with. Worse, I didn’t know Sandra brought Daniel with her.“Please,” I called after her, taking a step forward. “Sandra, just listen to me!”She turned around and walked away. She didn’t even slow down.“I know what I did was wrong,” I continued, my voice a little louder now. “I know it was messed up. But you have to at least hear me out.”Still nothing.She went to her car I gave her, went inside, and drove off.I stopped in my tracks, my hands curling into fists at my sides. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath.Well… what did I expect?This is exactly what happens when you act like an asshole.I let o
David’s POVI told myself the only way to survive this was to stay busy.That was the plan.I’d bury myself in work, drown in meetings, reports, anything that would keep my mind from going somewhere it shouldn’t. I had to focus on my child. I had to focus on my family. That’s what mattered now.And Sandra… I needed to forget her.I kept repeating that in my head like it would eventually sound true.For a while, it worked.I was in the middle of reviewing some documents when my phone buzzed on the table. I didn’t think much of it at first, but when I glanced at the screen and saw the name, my jaw tightened.Harold.I stared at the message for a few seconds before opening it.‘We need to meet.’I exhaled slowly, already feeling the irritation creeping in. My fingers moved quickly over the screen.‘Why? What else is there to talk about?’I hit send and leaned back in my chair, waiting. A minute passed. Then another. Just when I was about to toss my phone aside, it buzzed again.‘You have
“Mommy, what’s going on?” Daniel asked softly.I lowered my gaze to him. He was still holding the drawing he made for Harold. My chest tightened at the sight.David’s eyes lingered on Daniel longer than they should have.There was something in his expression. I could almost see the thoughts forming in his head, one after another. He wanted answers. He wanted to ask.But he didn’t.Because I was there.I glanced at Harold, expecting at least a reaction, some acknowledgment of what I had just asked. But instead, he simply scoffed under his breath, like my words didn’t matter.“I want to discuss something with you, my dear brother,” Harold said casually, his voice calm but carrying an unreadable edge beneath the surface.David’s eyes darkened, a flicker of irritation flashing across his face. His jaw tightened, and I could tell he was already getting annoyed.“I can’t talk about this,” David said, his tone controlled but firm, “if there’s a child watching us.”Before anything else could
My heart hammered against my ribs.Shit…“What are you doing here, David?” I managed to ask.David shouldn’t be here!He didn’t answer me immediately. His eyes, those sharp, discerning eyes that used to track my every move in the dark, narrowed.I saw the way his brow furrowed as he looked at the boy standing at my side—a boy who carried a ghost of a resemblance he wasn’t supposed to notice.Before David could open his mouth to ask the one question that would end my life, I acted.I scooped Daniel up and I turned my back on the man who had once discarded me like trash.“Sandra, wait!” David’s voice boomed across the lobby.I didn’t look back. I couldn’t!I walked toward the elevators, my pace just short of a full-blown run, my breath coming in jagged hitches.“Mommy, why are we running away?” Daniel asked, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “And who is that man?”“Don’t pay attention to him, Daniel,” I whispered, my voice trembling.“What did I teach you, baby? You aren’t allowed t
As soon as I stepped inside the limousine, the soft scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume wrapped around me. The door shut quietly behind me, sealing me in with a group of attendants who immediately gathered around.“Careful with the train,” one of them said gently, lifting the long white fa
David’s POVI was already halfway through another pile of documents when my assistant stepped in again.“Sir, you need to sign these,” he said, carefully placing the folder on my desk. “Following the completion of these documents, you are scheduled to attend a meeting later today to review the perf
David’s POVSandra’s face was burned into my head.No matter how many times I blinked or turned away, I could still see her standing there, shattered and humiliated.“David? Are you even listening to me?”Cyndrel’s voice broke through my thoughts.She was sitting at her vanity, removing her jewelry
Harold ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket. Then he walked toward me.I watched him carefully.“Was that David?” I asked.He gave a small, almost amused smile.“Who else?”Before I could react, he stepped closer.His hand reached up and gently touched my cheek, his fingers bru







