Iris always knew her marriage was on thin ice, but she’d expected it to pass like a phase. Until her husband divorced her and went for her stepsister instead. At the same time, her company is snatched from her grasp. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Dejection. Iris makes a friend of this pain…until him. Orchard Hector. He offers her a four-year marriage contract and a new purpose, being on common grounds. “You’re only my ex-husband, Dave,” Iris replied darkly. “And whatever plan you have to get me back, they won’t succeed.”
View MoreIrisUnfortunately, just as I was hoping to have another small "girl boss" moment, Harold was standing outside, practically waiting for me with the door open. He gave me a smug smile as he bowed dramatically. Unfortunately for me, I was not wearing any tea dress. No, it was the simple sheath dress and heels—ridiculously high, but I didn’t even know why they existed. "Hope?" I rolled my eyes with a hidden smile tugging at my lips as I entered the car, feeling slightly excited. I placed the tulips on the chair beside me and reached into my bag to fish out my phone to call Orchard. "Guess what?" I said into the phone after he picked up on the second ring. "The sky is falling and aliens are abducting people? You happen to find yourself in an alien spaceship and guess what? They're not trying to make humans food. Instead, they're trying to input the ultimate party ideas into our heads." "Close call," I said. "Very close. I got your mom flowers to celebrate. I thought, with the whole
Iris The next morning, during breakfast, I treated myself to a sizzling meal and a fancy cup of coffee.Both Orchard and Halle left early that morning. Orchard had a meeting with his father’s lawyer, and Halle had an important meeting at the office. She had mentioned there was something important she needed to take care of. I wondered what it was, but decided not to pry. If she wanted me to know the details, she would have told me.After breakfast, I couldn’t stop thinking the event at the office yesterday. If I had been caught, what would my excuse be? "Sober"? How I spent most of the night, and then the next morning, thinking about it so much that I found myself standing in front of a flower shop after telling the driver to stop. "Already thinking specific?" Harold asked me, his dark green eyes flashing in the rearview mirror. "I think I'll handle this one myself," I said, opening the door without him. He almost opened his mouth to protest, as though he was about to curse m
Iris’ PovShe let go of my arm at that moment, strutting away. I, however, stood in one spot, still as a statue. "Oh no, she didn’t," I thought to myself after my mind went black for a few minutes. "She did not just insult my mom’s memorial," I thought, as I glared at the spot where she had just been standing. Then I decided, "Who cares? I’m going to go after her and see what she was there for." I began to stride right after her, and by the time I reached the receptionist, she smiled. "That was a lady," I said. "Bleach blonde?""She came here," the receptionist said. "Oh, yes. She has an appointment with Mrs. Barrett, so..."I instantly bolted to the elevator, pushing the button over and over again until the elevator doors opened, and I was able to enter. But even while I stood inside, I was jittery. All that was in my head was wondering what she would tell my mother-in-law. Eventually, I came out of the elevator. I pulled off my heels, gathered them in my hands, and began to snea
IrisIt was strange being put on the spot like that. The fact that I felt her eyes boring holes into my skull, she waited with her arms folded across her chest genuinely caused heart palpitations. "Well?" she really used an eyebrow."I answer that right now, I’m afraid," I said, strangely blurting out. "But I do know I have feelings for Orchard.”"But isn't it so weird? The woman married to your son after years is unsure of whether or not she loves him 100%?" I chuckled at myself. "Feelings," Orchard's mom said. "Are fickle," she said. "Believe me, I know. I know that feelings can vary. Sometimes tricky," she said, "but I know that really will be fine. At least we're thinking of the worst possible. I'm sure you'll be hard," she said. "After all, I didn’t pick a whisk to run my own company, now did I?""Why me?" I found myself blurting out."Why not you?" she shot back at me with an ignoring smile. "I've looked into you," she said, after a short awkward silence. "Trust me, I'm not r
TiffanyConversations with Mom were draining, I noticed. So draining, in fact, that instead of feeling elated and glad that someone listened to me, I felt as though so much had left my body—so much had left my mind. My mind felt raw, it felt unfiltered, it felt so strange. By the time I reached the office, I simply plopped down on one of my couches and hoped to God that my misery would soon be put out and this drawing competition would just disappear. Which I was thinking, I thought to myself as my door opened."Hey."I propped up when I heard Dave's voice."Hi," I said, raising my eyebrow in question. Dave genuinely looked as if he wanted to talk, but frankly, it was draining in itself."You're not going to believe it," he said."You are not going to believe it!" He pointed at me theatrically—typical theater kid."Then tell me so I can believe it," I said, genuinely hating that I had to play into his theatrics."I found the owner of the company," he said. "It was tough, it was hard,
DaveThe Uncle Roger I remembered was big. He was larger than life. He seemed to fill up every space he walked into, which was probably why my mind believed him to be a fat man. My mind believed that he would have gorged himself on the excesses of life, spilling out in all areas, building himself on general lines. But here I was, shocked and surprised that even the mansion I had once imagined as a child was nothing more than an actual house. I hopped out of the car, clicking my tongue just slightly, feeling a little bit of disapproval rise up within me. *It’s not my money,* I told myself as I stepped further towards the house. Roger himself was seated on the front porch. The front porch was a large balcony-style area with even a small dining space, coupled with one of those benches that swung back and forth when you sat on it. I remembered sitting on those when I was a child. "The only reason why I’m looking at you here and not sending you away is because of the fond memories, b
DaveGet up and grind. No shit, that was the name of the song I was listening to. I hated it. The song at least had some important lines: Money ain't going to make itself. And so, sitting around in my house wasn’t going to make much for me. Coupled with that, I had too limited a time to cough up Ivan’s money. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, my mind running amok as I genuinely tried to think of at least one solution. You needed money to make money, but where the fuck was I going to get money from? “Fuck,” I spat out as I drove towards Dad’s office. It was his call that woke me up. “Get over here now,” he said, and that was it. I hated it when he used that condescending tone with me, as though I was a child that needed to be told what to do. “Oh, fuck it,” I muttered as I drove into the underground parking lot of his office building. The place held too many bad memories for me, but who’s dad wasn’t a wicked piece of shit? I chuckled to myself as I stepped out of t
IrisShe smiled, nodding at me. "It’s a company," she said. "Well, I bought it and decided that the best place to move it to was here. After looking at quite a lot of demographics, after looking at quite a lot of data, I decided here was the best bet. I’m not looking for so much," she said. "I’m not trying to make billions of dollars every year. I just want to be comfortable. And this is one of the places for that." “Yeah, only people who have so much money talk like that.” I thought to myself as Orchard’s mum spoke. Then I realized she had stopped talking and all eyes were now on me."The business, yes?" I jumped to my question. "We are an interior design company." I cocked my head to one side. "I know at least one other interior designs company," I said. "Their stocks are quite high." "Oh yes, I’m aware," she said. "But you see, we’ve already launched, and on our launch day, the other competition had their stocks blown out of the park," she said with a wide smile across her
Iris“No biggie.” That was the phrase Orchard's mom had used. It was such a phrase I would have expected coming out of the mouth of a 16- or 17-year-old or, heck, even one of my age mates—probably someone still living in the past of their teenage years. Not Orchard's mom. She had waved me off. "I barely even got attached to that vase in the first place," she said."Heaven knows how it got there. I'm guessing it was his father thinking it was a funny joke to suddenly bring it in. After all, it’s nothing but the color of puke. Honestly, it beats me as to why it's still here," she said, waving me off. "I don’t understand how Orchard can handle that puke-colored vase in his living room. But who am I anyway? It’s his house," she said. Now that one, I thought, was funny. I chuckled under my breath, somehow nervous about laughing out loud. She turned back to her son and did something that made him smile, before turning back to me and doing the same. "She thinks you’re beautiful," Orcha
IRIS’ POV.As I looked around the place, I couldn’t help but smile at myself proudly. I tucked my hair behind my ear as I shifted the table a little to the left.“Better here, Miss?” One of the workers called out to me and I turned.I licked my lips as I bent my head to the side. “A little higher, please. He’s tall, so he might bump into them.” I told him and he nodded as he adjusted it like I’d asked.“Perfect.” I muttered as I smiled.I rushed back to the kitchen as I continued with the cake I was baking. I really hoped Dave would like all of this. I had put in so much effort, even baking the cake myself so that he could hopefully feel all the love I had for him as he hated it.I tucked my hair behind my ear as I grabbed the icing, blushing as I boldly wrote his name on the cake with a happy birthday and a flirty heart and kiss indicating that after the party, we would have a spicy night after.I could feel the shivers travel down my spine as I thought of this, biting my lips.“Some
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