Enzo’s POVI felt exhaustion taking over my body as I stared at the screen before me. I saw seated in the backseat of my car and my driver was sitting in the front. I need to work on a document to share with a client but I couldn't focus. My thoughts were drifting to Cassie. I was wondering how she was doing and if she was okay. I would have to force myself to focus back on work, as worrying about her will hardly do us any good. If I wanted to help her, I would have to wrap up my pending work and give her case my undivided attention. Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked at the task at hand and started working on it. Within a few minutes, I finished writing the document and saved it. I was busy typing away when I heard my phone ring. I grabbed the phone with annoyance. When I read the caller ID, it only revealed an unknown number. Clicking my tongue in dismal, I cut the call and went back to writing my email. After about five minutes, I finished all my work. I closed my laptop and
Calvin’s POV I had a throbbing headache when I came back from the office. This week had been pretty hectic. I barely had any time to take a break. The only good thing was that Cassie was finally out of the way. I could peacefully focus on better things now.Becky had gone shopping earlier in the day and didn’t return yet. I took that chance to go to my room and rest for a while. I quickly showered and got ready for a nap. As I made my way to the bed, I noticed that the trash box in my room was filled. Beside it lay another paper bag which was also filled with things. Curious, I walked toward it and looked inside. It was a photo frame. And it looked familiar. When I pulled it out, I realized that it was my wedding photo. I was shocked to see it in the trash. Becky must have thrown it there, now that Cassie and I were divorced. It felt strange to look at our picture now. My heart felt heavy. Cassie looked so happy back then, as it was her dream to marry me. But it wasn’t mine. I did n
Calvin’s POV The party was in its full swing but I hated every minute of it. I was having a bad headache, and I couldn't wait for the party to end. However, Becky seemed to be having the time of her life. She was really enjoying the party, and I didn’t have the heart to scold her. So I just kept quiet and sipped on my beer. Soon, Jonathan came up to me and started chatting. “How does it feel to be finally divorced, Calvin?” I rolled my eyes at him. “Well, so far so good.” “What sort of a question is that, man?” Kylie, my other friend replied. “It’s a divorce at the end of the day. And divorces are not rosy.” “Yes, mine wasn’t either.” I said. “Come on, man.” Jonathan said, “You hated Cassie, remember? Good riddance. Look at Becky. She’s your woman now. Aren’t you happy?” “I am.” “See, that’s what I’m looking for.” “How is Cassie, by the way?” Kylie asked, “Any news about her?”“Oh, didn’t you hear?” Jonathan said, “It seems like Cassie got beaten up in prison recently.” “Wo
Enzo’s POVAs I entered the room I found Cassie sitting on the right, her eyes looking aimlessly ahead. Her eyes were hollow, her lips parched. To put it mildly, she looked lifeless. She didn't look toward me until I came to stand before her. But when she finally did, her face gave away nothing. I expected her to be angry with me for persistently showing up here despite her refusal to meet me. But she wasn't. She was just dead. It was right then that I saw a brace on her left hand and I widened my eyes in surprise. “What happened?” I asked, kneeling to get a better sight of it. As I examined it, I realized that it could perhaps be a fracture.“I sprained my hand.” Came her monotonous reply. “How?” She remained mute at that. Her response was weird, why wasn’t she saying anything? “Cassie?” I asked again. “What happened?” “I.. got into a fight.” “A fight?” I asked, “Why?”“You don't need to know."“Did someone attack you?’ “I'm not going to tell you.” I sighed. I knew that pushin
Cassie’s POV It was the early hours of the morning. Sun had barely risen above the horizon when I heard banging on the iron bars of my cell. At first, I thought it was something else and went back to sleep. But when I heard someone call out for me, I realized that they were trying to wake me up. I got up at once. Squinting my eyes, I looked toward the torchlight that the guard was flashing on my face. I groaned in reluctance as I covered my eyes. “What’s the matter with you?” I asked. “Get a move on it, will you?” came his gruff voice. “We need to go.” “Go?” I asked, perplexed, “Go where?” “You are being transferred to another prison.” I sat up straight in surprise. No way. Just when I was getting used to this prison, why were they transferring now? What did I do? I stayed out of trouble for the past week, so it can’t be for that. “What?” I asked, “What the hell for?” “Blame your lawyers, not me.”My lawyers? What did they do now? “Now, will you get up? We’re getting late.” H
Becky’s POV The door banged shut. I woke up from sleep and looked to my right. Much to my relief, it was Calvin. Thank god he was home!Once he arrived, I no longer felt sleepy. I wanted to talk to him. “Calvin.” I said, placing a hand over my chest, “What’s the matter? Why are you so late?” “I had some work at the office.” Came his monotonous reply. Without uttering another word, he went into his closet. He only came out a minute later with a towel hanging around his hips. “So late?”“Yes.” I frowned. “Calvin? What’s the matter? You seem disturbed.” “I got to know that Enzo is reopening the case.” “What?” I scoffed, amazed. “Is he crazy? Why would he do that? He has nothing!”“That’s what we assumed, but we were wrong. He must have found something to use against us. Why else would he have reopened the case, Becky?”I was astonished. What was happening? What did they find that I hadn’t already destroyed? They couldn’t have discovered any physical evidence, because there simpl
Cassie’s POVIt had been about ten days since I last visited this place, and safe to say, it seemed a hell lot different today than it had been on that day. I wasn’t sure if it was the energy in the room, the receptivity of the people or the fear on Calvin’s face that made me seem like I was walking into a different courtroom altogether. Yes, Calvin was scared. The last time I saw him like this was when I announced to everyone that I would be pulling the money from his company. That was the day he realized that he was no longer in power. There was nothing he feared more than that, and today, a similar situation seemed to be unfolding before me. When he saw me being dragged into the court, surrounded by the police, he sent me a look of anger. It seemed as though he was holding me responsible for putting him in this place once again, stealing away the time he wanted to celebrate his victory against me. By his side, Becky was trying to speak to him about something, trying to move his f
Cassie's POV “Replay the video.” Said the judge, failing to believe his own eyes. I couldn’t blame him, for what Enzo had produced as evidence in the courtroom was astounding. I was perplexed as to how he managed to get his hands on something like this. The video was recorded from the car, giving a view of the driver and the passenger. The driver seemed erratic and wobbly, sloppily driving on the empty road. After a few seconds, the driver suddenly turned the wheel to a side, ending up colliding the vehicle with the tree. Fumes erupted from the bonnet, and the airbags opened in the front seat. The driver was unconscious, their head on the airbags as blood dribbled down it. Right then, the passenger door opened and they got down. They came to stand in front of the car, revealing their faces. It was me.I approached the driver’s side to help Becky, but Becky wouldn’t budge. I then proceeded to pull her phone out of her pocket and call for help. I had no memory of this video. I wasn
Enzo’s POVIt felt like the first time in ages that I was stepping onto one of these streets. The place was bustling with energy, filled with people heading toward their workplaces. I was no different.As I spotted Killian‘s office building, I made my way inside. A few clients noticed me — some smiled, some nodded. They recognized me, but thankfully, none of them approached. I headed to the reception and checked my appointment. The receptionist was more than happy to assist me upstairs.Killian was seated in his office on the 22nd floor. I took the elevator up and walked straight toward his room.As soon as I knocked, I heard his voice call out, “Come in.”I pushed the door open slightly, revealing my face through the gap. Killian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.“Oh,” he said, “please, come in.”I shut the door behind me and walked over to his table, taking a seat.“Good to meet you again, Killian,” I said, shaking his hand. “And thank you so much for doing this.”“Oh, don’t mention i
I was taken aback by her sudden outburst that it took me a while to realize that we were grabbing an audience. She seemed to have noticed that too, as she took a deep breath to compose herself. I pushed a glass of water toward her and she took it. After taking a fee sips, she put it away. Then she said in a low tone,“I had no choice. I could not come to him for help. This was something I had to deal with on my own.”My voice was gentle this time. “Well, you’re confusing me. I have no idea what you’re talking about. So you better tell me what it was that compelled you to do this.”“Will you promise to keep this to yourself?” she said.“Liza, I’m going to tell this to Enzo—because he deserves to know the truth. But if you’re saying you were in trouble and you needed help, then be assured that we’re going to help you.”“Okay,” she said, releasing a shaky breath. I could tell that it was crushing her to share this with me. It showed in the way her hands were trembling. “Liza, are you
I waited in the café outside my office, glancing at my watch. It was 30 minutes past our scheduled time, but I was not surprised—Liza was known for her tardiness. She never showed up on time, even for work.I sent a message to Enzo then, asking him how it was going at work, but he still hadn’t replied. Bored, I decided to call Sarah so I could speak to Emmy. But right then, I heard a ring in the air. My face instantly turned toward the entrance and, unsurprisingly, in walked my sister. Her eyes wandered through the crowd until they settled on me at the far end of the room. Her face gave away nothing. I could tell she was slightly nervous, but she tried to play it well. After all, I hadn’t told her why she was here. I wanted to catch her off guard—not come prepared with an answer that would keep us from the truth.I needed her to be honest with me. This was no longer about her silly games. This was about my husband—and his career, which was on the line.She sat across from me, throwi
“How did you come up with this?” Enzo asked in amazement. He leaned in to get a closer look at the laptop. Once he realized that I was not kidding, disbelief claimed his face. And I couldn’t blame him. The fact that this was still operational was astonishing. When I first made it, I had no idea that it would come in handy in this manner. To be honest, I didn’t even know why I made it in the first place. It was definitely not for something important nor because it was assigned to me. “Patrick was fired so abruptly that I had no way to secure our data.” I said, trying to recollect my days at his firm. It felt so long ago. “I knew that a backup server could come in handy, incase someone hacks into our main system. I originally intended to keep it only until a new IT head could be hired, but it simply slipped my mind after. I let it run for long after I quit the job, I guess.” Mark was impressed. In fact, he was the only one who was so overjoyed amongst all of us. “The best part is t
“Congratulations, Cassie,” Raymond said, as he placed a coffee cup in front of me. “I heard your man’s finally coming around.”I smiled, taking his coffee. It was my favorite — a flat white from Starbucks. As I took a sip from it, I couldn’t help but moan in delight.“Thank you for the coffee, Raymond,” I said. “And yes, Enzo is finally finding his way back. Did you hear it from Leo?”“Why would I hear it from Leo?”“Well, who did you hear it from then?” I asked, surprised. Was he not offering to — the way he stayed at home and took care of our daughter, or the fact that he was willing to look at the lead Mark found him?“Well, it’s from a friend of mine. He called this morning saying that Enzo asked him for a favor,” he said, smirking at me. “He wants a job at his company as a legal advisor.”I frowned — then let out a shriek of excitement. “Enzo is looking for a job? Are you serious?”He broke into a grin. “Yes, I am serious. And he wants to be back in the market. You know, although
“It seems like you had great fun with our daughter today, didn’t you?” I said as I shuffled with the pillows while I made our bed for the night. “Oh yeah, I did.” Enzo said as he got rid of his shirt. Wearing only his boxers, he slipped onto the bed. “She was a darling. I realized she’s not really that high maintenance.” “Oh really?” I said, surprised. “But it looked to me that you were a bit stressed. Especially with all those text messages and calls.” He froze, slipping through his facade. “I’m a beginner. I needed help.” “Is that all or are you hiding something from me?” I said, suspicious with his behavior. I knew he was bluffing. It couldn’t have been that easy. He was trying to hard to be nonchalant about something. His shoulders slumped. “Okay, I’ll tell you if you won’t panic.” I was panicking, of course. He definitely did something, but I still said, “I won’t.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he avoided my eyes, “So I kinda hurt Emmy and I had to rush her to the ER
She started crying. No, she started screaming in pain. “Oh fuck,” I said, “Emmy, are you OK?”Since her only response was more crying, I realized I fucked up. There you goI was not safe. I just hurt my daughter while I tried to bring her out of the crib. What the fuck was I supposed to do now?My first instinct was to call Cassie and that’s what I did but to my dismay, she did not pick up the call. “Fuck this,” I said, “Pick up the damn phone, Cassie. But she wouldn’t. It just just kept going to voicemail. I called Sarah and Mark, but they would not talk to me either.Helpless, I stared at my wailing baby. I realized that I had only one option left. ****The ER was not a pretty place to be in, especially if you are a parent, but I still found myself in it. I waited outside the room as the Pediatrician was seeing Emmy. She allowed me to stay inside with her, but I chickened out. I couldn’t see Emmy in pain, knowing very well that I had caused it to her. After what felt like hour
Enzo’s POV Cassie was going to be the death of me.I knew that this was her scheme. She purposefully made sure that I would stay home by trapping me with Emmy‘s responsibility. I did not mind taking care of my daughter. I loved her. It’s just that I no longer trusted myself around her. I barely recognized myself and my daughter shouldn’t have to be in the hands of a person like me.I was not proud of it, but I knew that I had no idea how to handle her. For the past few days, I’ve made zero contribution towards taking care of her. It was all Sara and Cassie who were doing it. Hence, I could not be trusted with her. Why couldn’t Cassie understand that?After hours of negotiating with her, Cassie even stopped replying to my texts. Sarah and Mark were also unreachable and it finally dawned on me that today, I had to be taking care of my daughter. All alone.Right now, Emmy was asleep, but I knew that the moment she would get up, she would start crying. She needed a familiar figure to so
That night when I came home, another disappointment was awaiting me.Enzo was nowhere to be seen, yet again.“I found a lead and I told Enzo about it.” Mark said, “But he simply didn’t care. He said he had something to do outside and he just left.”I frowned, looking at Sara, but she just raised her hands up in defense. Before she could explain herself, Mark came to her rescue. “No, Sara tried really hard to stop him and I did too, but he simply wouldn’t listen. It was either that or physically block him but none of us had the courage. Sorry, Cassie. We couldn’t do anything.”I shook my head, closing my eyes. I should’ve known this. Why did I think he would change so soon? Of course, he was gone drinking again. What do I do with this man?“It’s fine, Mark. I know it’s not your fault. And Sara, how is Emmy doing?”“She’s fine, just fast asleep. And I made dinner.”I sighed in relief, “Thank you so much. Do you guys wanna join me?”“No, we already ate.”“All right, I’ll see you guys lat