เข้าสู่ระบบAfter leaving the police station, a strange sense of lightness settled over me. I drove to the elementary school, my mind still replaying Detective Paulsen’s sharp advice and the cold, calculated threats I had delivered to Isaac in the hospital. When I saw my son, Sam, running toward the car with his backpack bouncing against his shoulders, I felt a fierce, protective surge of love. He was the only part of my life that remained untainted by the corporate wars and the violence of the pas
"I take it you haven't changed your mind about the divorce? Tyra called me today and said that Isaac received the notice."I think I made it clear that I don't want my parents interfering in my personal life because my mom doesn't seem like she wants to change my mind. Despite her obvious displeasure with the news, she's almost tactful."Of course I haven't changed my mind.I could never have imagined this happening to my daughter.""Lots of people get divorced, Mom. I don't see the point in making a tragedy out of it.""So what will it be like now? Dinners with Tyra and Clark, weekends with your families, and your job at the company? You're not twenty anymore, Tasha. Aren't you afraid of being alone?""Our divorce won't affect your relationship with Fury. Even if it does, I'm not going to take the blame for it." I calmly hold my mother's gaze. And no, I'm not afraid of being alone because I have Sam. I'm only twenty-eight, and I'm just star
When will you learn to take responsibility for your decisions, Isaac? I was honest with you about the affair, and you decided to stay together, just as you decided to propose. I offered you a divorce during the first year of our marriage, and many times after that. Your answer was always "no." So what are you trying to accuse me of now? Making bad decisions and overestimating my abilities? You knew perfectly well who you were marrying. I never tried to make myself look better in your eyes, and that didn't turn you off. What's your complaint? Did you make the decisions and blame me for the consequences? Even the broken nose? You got what you deserved, and you know it; otherwise, you'd be at the police station filing an assault report. It's convenient for you to shift the blame onto me. And you're asking me to put up with this?Isaac listens to my accusatory monologue, but, as always, he doesn't let it affect him. Like my mother, he will defend his comfort until his last breath
He lets me order, then turns to the waiter and starts jabbing at the menu, flipping through the pages. My soul rejoices. Jaden has remained true to himself. There's not a hint of pomposity or desire to flaunt his status as a big businessman in his demeanor. His movements and facial expressions are confident and natural. His gaze lacks the bored superiority I've witnessed so many times among high society members. Like Jordan Cornwell, Jaden is one of those rare people who knows their worth and doesn't try to seem better than they are.The waiter leaves, leaving us alone. I decide to start a conversation. One step toward me inspires me to take a hundred."How was your day today?""Same as usual," Jaden says, his fingers finding a napkin and slowly twirling it. "I came straight from the office.""You must be hungry.""Not really. The receptionist regularly orders food for my office."I can't help but smile. Everly knows her stuff."I see
Jaden hasn't been in touch for three days, ever since was arrested in his room. I never tried to visit him in prison the day after I visited Isaac in the hospital because I had no right, how could I show up? His lover, his childhood friend..... I left the lawyers to do their job and hoped that my threats to Isaac had had an effect.I tell myself it's normal and that he needs time, but my brain and heart are at different ends of the spectrum. I can't stop thinking about what he's doing. I can't stop replaying his gaze in my mind or the feel of his lips against my skin. His scent makes my lower abdomen and the left side of my chest ache. With each passing day, my longing for him grows stronger. All I can do is cling to my faith in us and repeat his words: "Always you, wherever I go." My self-control is strongest before bed when I picture closed curtains, a half-empty bottle of whiskey, and Jaden sitting in the dark. He shouldn't be alone again, but he needs to learn that on his
After leaving the police station, a strange sense of lightness settled over me. I drove to the elementary school, my mind still replaying Detective Paulsen’s sharp advice and the cold, calculated threats I had delivered to Isaac in the hospital. When I saw my son, Sam, running toward the car with his backpack bouncing against his shoulders, I felt a fierce, protective surge of love. He was the only part of my life that remained untainted by the corporate wars and the violence of the past few days."Hey, honey! How about we skip the usual routine and head to the park for some ice cream?" I asked, ruffling his hair as he climbed into the back seat."Really? Even though it’s a school night?" Sam’s eyes widened with pure childhood excitement."Especially because it’s a school night, and because I would like to make up for lost time while I was away." I smiled, though my heart was still a tangled mess of nerves.At the park, the late af
But I didn't let the brutal thoughts get the better of me, and as soon as I left the hospital, I headed towards the police station.The air outside the police station was biting, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat I felt rising in my chest. I clutched my handbag tightly against my side, feeling the weight of the medical reports hidden within—silent evidence of a truth I hadn't yet decided to show or not to the world.I stepped through the heavy glass doors, greeted by the constant hum of ringing phones and the tired trudge of officers on shift. The precinct smelled of burnt coffee and stale paper."I’m looking for Detective Paulsen," I said, her fingers tracing the strap of her bag. "Tell him it’s Tasha Fury. Regarding the Fury-Reed case."The officer on duty eyed me with a mix of curiosity and indifference before picking up the receiver. A few minutes later, Paulsen appeared from a side door. He wasn't wearing his jacket; his shirt sleeves were rolled up, and his face looked ev
"I'm standing outside the gate. Come out."My heart pounding, I stare at the message. Then, I shove my phone into my bag. After checking my reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time, I slip out the door."Dad, I'll be back soon," I call from the hallway. I deliberately avoid the living room t
"Tasha, I want to tell you something, but you have to promise not to get angry," Ruby said, leaning toward me. Her hair tickled my cheek. She's drunk, but no more than usual."I won't promise anything I'm not sure about, especially since you're capable of anything."She looks me in the eyes, giggle
"Nothing will happen, Jaden."But he doesn't seem to hear me. He moves closer and wraps his arms around my waist. His lips find mine. His fingers gather the hem of my dress and pull it up."Don't," I gasp, overwhelmed by his kiss, drowning in his scent, and feeling my defenses treacherously weaken.
What gnaws at me most is the honest answer to the question, "Would I like to go back a few hours and fix everything?" Because I wouldn't. The burning in my lower abdomen and the aching pain between my legs make me despise and love myself simultaneously. I have no idea how this is possible, but I ca







