เข้าสู่ระบบ~ELENA'S POV~
"Mrs Fox, you have an emergency here at home,” Nora announced over the phone. “Please, ma'am, you need to get here as fast as you can”. My heart skipped a bit, then I asked, “What is the emergency, Nora?” There was silence over the phone. “Nora! Nora! Can you hear me? What is going on?”. After a few seconds, she finally broke the silence. “Mrs Fox, I'm sorry but this is not something to discuss over a phone call,” she said, “it is something urgent that needs your urgent attention immediately ”. I was beginning to feel tense, so I grabbed my bag and car keys from the office desk. I dashed out of the office and almost bashed Mia, my office assistant. She was approaching my office with some documents I had asked for earlier. “I'm sorry, Mrs Fox, I didn't see you coming,” Mia said as she quickly moved aside. “Are you heading out, ma'am? What about the documents you asked me to bring to your office?” “Put it on my desk, I will attend to it when I get back,” I instructed Mia while walking away from her. “I have an emergency to attend to at home”. *** I parked the car and grabbed my bag, my heartbeat thumped fast as I approached my house entrance. I noticed everywhere was quiet, and I looked around to see if I could spot anything out of the ordinary. This was unlike Nora to have called me in such a manner. I became terrified, ‘What kind of emergency could make Nora call me out from work this afternoon?’ I muttered silently to myself. Just yesterday, I found out my husband was cheating on me, and I'm yet to set my eyes on him since yesterday. And now this. I grabbed the door by the handle, and it was slightly open, so I walked into the living room in anticipation of encountering the unknown. Everywhere was dark and silent, and I was confused at the same time because I didn't understand what was going on. “Surprise!” I heard the voice of many yells at the same time as the lights came on. I felt a cold sensation through my body as I flinched in retaliation. Nora and a few of my friends stood in front of me. There were balloons and red petals all over the floor with a nicely decorated cake and champagne all around it, on the center table of my living room. I widened my brows with my lips slightly parted. I was speechless and at the same time trying to recover from the shock. Then I asked them, “Did you guys do this?”. “Yes, my love, we did it for you,” Olivia answered with a bright smile on her face, showing how excited she was to see me surprised. “I'm so sorry I missed your anniversary yesterday. So I, Debbie, and Natasha, with the help of Nora, planned this surprise package for you”. I turned to face Nora, standing in the corner. “Was this the ‘urgent something that needed urgent attention’?” I asked with a pleasant smile on my face, “You got me scared. I won't lie, you got me there”. “Yes, ma'am, it's something urgent that needs your urgent attention,” Nora responded. “I'm sorry, but I had to make it look real so we could get your attention”. I felt heartwarmed and said, “This is great, and I'm so happy to see you all here today.” I held both hands to my chest. “Happy fifth anniversary,” Debbie chorused. “Thank you all, I appreciate this.” I stretched out both hands wide to receive a huge hug from them. “This calls for celebration,” Natasha announced as she popped the bottle of champagne and poured it into various glass cups. She handed everyone a glass each and said, “Cheers, everyone”. I can't believe they went this far just for me. My friends have always been supportive in every way, but I least expected this. It was as if they knew I needed a distraction from yesterday night's discovery. I went to work looking unhappy, thinking of how to handle what I saw last night. “Mrs Fox, lunch is ready and served,” Nora divulged “Okay, thank you, Nora.” My friends departed for lunch. After having lunch with my companions at the dining table, Natasha received a call and had to leave. While I sat to watch a movie with Olivia and Debbie. “Where is Alex? I have not seen him around,” Olivia announced “Yes, Lena, where is your husband? You both are supposed to take the week off from work to celebrate your anniversary,” Debbie commented. I didn't know what to say at this point, I didn't know how to explain to them that Alex has not come home since yesterday, and he has been emotionally distant lately, so I stared at them as tears rolled down my cheeks. It was obvious I was going through hell with Alex. “I don't know where Alex is,” I divulged, “he has not been home since yesterday”. “What do you mean he's not been home since yesterday?” Olivia queried, “I hope he is not seeing another woman?” “No, Alex loves me so much and can not cheat on me,” I responded. I knew if I disclosed all that I saw on my phone last night, they'd go crazy. “Please let's change the topic and talk about something else”. So we discussed other things. *** A few hours later*** Alex walked in a few minutes after I showered and was ready to retire for the night. He had a briefcase in his hands, looking so exhausted. “Alex, where have you been, and why did you come home this late?” I questioned him, not minding that he looked like someone who needed to rest. “Didn't you get any of my calls or text messages?”. “What makes you think I need to answer that question?” He dropped his briefcase and sat on the bedroom sofa to pull off his shoes. “Elena, as you can see, I'm exhausted and I need to rest”. “We need to talk, Alex,” I demanded “Talk about what exactly?” He asked, “I'm not in the mood to talk now.” He pulled off his wristwatch. “Who is the lady you were with last night?” I queried as I flashed my phone screen to his face, revealing the pictures of him and a younger woman checking into a hotel. “What is the meaning of this, Elena?” he stared at the phone screen with narrowed brows, then shifted his gaze towards “Are you stalking me?”. “That is not the answer to my question, Alex,” I declared. “I can't believe you stooped so low, cheating with a cheap slut”. “Enough, Elena!” He declared, “How dare you call her a cheap slut? At least that cheap slut is more fertile than you are”. I gulped hard on hearing those words from Alex. I tried to digest them as they echoed in my mind. Did he just use those hurtful words on me? And he still has the guts to defend her right in front of me. That's uncalled for. “Just so you know, her name is Riley, and she is carrying my baby. So I'm going to be a father soon,” he divulged, “she has given me what you could not. A baby.” My heart skipped on hearing his revelation ‘Did he say she's pregnant for him’ I mused and was dumbfounded, staring at him, uttering those words to me. Tears flowed down my face, and I was deeply hurt. “You know what? I have been seeking a better time to give you this, and I think now is the time. There is no point delaying the inevitable,” he said, as he opened his briefcase and handed me a document, “sign it”. I looked at the documents with widened brows and rounded lips. I couldn't believe my eyes, ‘Am I dreaming? Is this not a divorce agreement?’ I muttered silently.~MAX’S POV~I was prepared to go to work that morning, then I realized I hadn't seen Elena for a few days. So I decided to check in on her.I walked by Elena's room, and I figured her door was slightly open. I knocked on the door but didn't get a response. So, I walked in and found out she wasn't there. I strolled to her studio, and it was locked. Automatically she wasn't there also. I looked around and couldn't find her.I got to the sitting room and found Steve waiting for me. I approached him, “Any sign of Elena around the house?” I asked.“No, sir,” Steve answered. “She left very early this morning. She went for a jug.”“Oh, okay.” I resolved.After that night, Elena and I argued about Derek, and things never remained the same. We would move around the house like two ghosts bound by a routine. It's overwhelming how the same walls that once held laughter and comfortable silence now carry a tension that refuses to be dissolved. It was almost as if she was avoiding me – like she didn
~MAX’S POV~Elena stepped into the long marble hallway, her voice barely above a whisper as she answered the call. But even at a distance, the brightness in her tone was unmistakable.“Hi, Derek. I just finished having dinner.” Elena said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Okay, that's fine. Just text me the location and time.”I stayed seated at the table, elbows resting on the polished glass, my gaze fixed on the pathway Elena had just walked through to answer her phone. I tapped my thumb against the table steadily – a habit I had developed whenever I'm cornered with uncertainty. I didn't need to hear the other end of the conversation to know who it was, because I noticed lately, Elena didn't take calls from anyone else since her divorce. But after Derek resurfaced in her life, she not only took calls from people, but she also took private calls in hiding. I wasn't comfortable with it because this could only mean one thing and I don't want such thoughts crossing my mind.El
~MAX’S POV~The soft glow of the evening sun spilled through the window of my study, casting long gold lines across the desk. I sat motionless in the leather chair, my gaze fixed on the folder opened on my laptop screen. But I wasn't reading. My mind was replaying the way Elena smiled at Derek.It wasn't the kind of smile she gave business partners, nor the kind of smile she expressed at galas. It was deeper. Unconscious. “I'm aware they have a history together. But what makes Derek worthy of such treatment? Could it be that they were more than just friends in high school?” I was bemused.I leaned back into the chair, one hand drumming lightly on the armrest as I reflected on an earlier incident of Derek showing up at Elena's studio with pastries from a bakery he claimed Elena used to love back in high school days. And Elena was excited, her eyes lit up with nostalgia. She laughed with Derek, freely as they shared stories and inside jokes.I noticed the way Derek positioned himself sl
~ALEX’S POV~“Shit!” I tossed the files on my desk and exhaled sharply. “I can't believe this is happening. I thought I had this under control, but everything is falling apart so swiftly.” I muttered to myself.The office door hinge clicked as John, my assistant, walked in a blue suit, well composed but cautious.“Sir,” John began, his voice steady but low, “The board wants a status report on the client situation they–”“I know what they want,” I snapped, interrupting John sharply with a contorted face, “They want answers. They want someone to blame. And they expect me to have a miracle. I mean, they could as well want my life.”John took a deep breath, “Sir, there is something very important you need to know. But you need to stay calm while I explain.”My brows furrowed, “I hope it involves a solution to these problems. You know what? Just get to the point, John.”John cordially stepped forward and dropped a file on the desk, right in front of me. Then he stepped back and adjusted hi
~ELENA’S POV~I stood over the workbench, shoulders relaxed, more at peace than I had been all week. Derek stood by me, leaning casually against the counter, his eyes tracing a half-finished necklace design.“Wow, Elena, this is incredible,” Derek said, sincerity threading his voice. “You've always had a gift, Lena, but this…” he gestured to the sketchbook, “This is on a whole new level.”I smiled. I felt a small nostalgic flutter awakening in my chest. No one has called me Lena in months now. “Thank you. I've evolved a lot since high school.”“You remember how we used to sit in the art lab until the janitor kicked us out?” Derek laughed. “You'd carve gemstones into miniature hearts, and I'd pretend I knew what I was doing with clay.”I laughed softly, “You weren't pretending. You were actually good.”“And you were brilliant,” Derek remarked, his tone deepening, “Back then, I always knew you were going to do something special with your life.”I looked at him–really looked at him. And
~ELENA’S POV~“Welcome back to reality,” Max said as I stepped out of the black SUV, clutching my tote bag.I chuckled softly, “Reality could have waited another week.”It's been a few days since Max and I returned from our private island vacation, yet the contrast between serenity and noise felt like day and night.Max smiled as he handed the valet the keys, “You earned the break. Now it's time to make your design earn you the world.”We had agreed to meet a potential client that afternoon, but I insisted on stopping by the mall first to pick up some materials from an artisan shop. Max, ever the gentle man, tagged along even though he had a tight schedule.Inside, the mall buzzed with weekend life – chatter, laughter, the faint music from a nearby café. My eyes moved instinctively towards the jewelry displays of other brands as we walked, my mind analyzed, compared and imagined improvements.“You're working again, aren't you?” Max teased.“Maybe,” I replied with a smile, “I can't tur







