LOGINAuthor’s pov #3rd person’s POV#The kiss didn’t get mentioned.Not that night, not the next morning, and not even in the quiet moments when it should have come up naturally. It was there between them, obvious and impossible to ignore, but neither of them said a word about it.Jocelyn woke up earlier than usual, and she knew she wasn’t really sleeping before that. Her mind kept replaying the moment, and she tried to push it away, but it stayed. She sat at the edge of the bed for a while before standing up, calming herself like nothing had changed. But something had changed, and she knew it.She stepped out of the room before Daniel woke up, or at least before he could see her. It wasn’t planned, but it felt necessary. She needed space, and she didn’t want to deal with whatever that conversation would turn into. Because if they talked about it, then they would have to define it. And if they defined it, then everything would shift in a way neither of them had prepared for.Daniel woke u
Jocelyn's pov I wasn’t expecting anything that night.After everything that happened earlier, I thought the worst part was already over. The scandal had been handled, Daniel had shut it down publicly. I assumed there would at least be a pause. A break before the next move.I was wrong.A message came into my phone. Normally, I would have ignored it, but something about the timing made me open it.There was no text. It was just a photo. My chest tightened the moment I saw it.It was a photo of Daniel and Eunice. I looked at the picture very well. It was the same cloth Daniel wore the previous day. They were sitting across from each other at what looked like a private lounge. There was no distance between them, no sense of formality. It didn’t look like a business.It looked personal.nI stared at the image longer than I should have.Maybe I was looking for something to disprove it. Some detail that would make it make sense. But the more I looked, the worse it felt.Another message cam
Daniel's povI was about to leave Jocelyn's office when I got a message on my phone.There was no greeting, no context, just a time and a location. Private lounge at Eight p.m. Like I was supposed to show up because she said so.I almost ignored it.But ignoring Eunice had never been simple, and I knew that from experience. She wasn’t the type to accept silence as an answer. If I didn’t go to her, she would find another way to come to me, and that would be worse.So I went there.The place was quiet when I arrived. It has a dim lighting, a controlled atmosphere, the kind of setting people chose when they didn’t want conversations overheard. Of course she would pick somewhere like this.She was already there seated like a CEO, one leg crossed over the other, a glass of wine untouched in front of her. She didn’t look surprised to see me. If anything, she looked satisfied.“Daniel,” she said, like we had just seen each other yesterday.I didn’t sit immediately. “Eunice.”That was all I g
Jocelyn's pov My phone didn’t stop buzzing.At first, I ignored it because meetings always came with distractions, and I wasn’t about to look unserious in front of the board over the notifications. But it kept going, and it wasn’t just mine. A few others around the table started shifting on their seat, glancing at their screens, then at me, then quickly away like they had seen something they weren’t supposed to.That was when I knew something more had dropped.I picked up my phone slowly, not wanting to show any urgency, but the moment I unlocked it, the headlines hit me all at once.I didn’t react immediately. I just read one article, then another, then more.An image of me stepping out of a car late at night was attached. It was blurry but clear enough.I locked my phone and placed it back on the table like nothing had happened.“Continue,” I said.The man presenting looked unsure, then nodded and kept talking, but his voice had lost its rhythm. Nobody was paying attention anymore.
Author’s pov#3rd person POV#The first post went live at exactly 9:17 a.m and it didn’t look like something that would cause damage. It was subtle, almost forgettable if you weren’t paying attention. A blurred image, low resolution, taken from a distance, with a caption that sounded more like a question than an accusation. It hinted at something without confirming anything, which made it more effective than a direct claim. People didn’t dismiss it because there was room to interpret it however they wanted.At first, the engagement was slow. A few comments. A handful of shares. Nothing alarming at that moment.Then someone reposted it with a sharper caption.That was when it started moving.By 9:25 a.m, more accounts picked it up. Smaller pages, gossip-driven, the kind that thrived on speculation rather than facts. They didn’t verify anything. They didn’t need to. They just added their own angle, their own assumptions, and pushed it forward.By 9:30 a.m., the second post dropped.This
Daniel’s pov I found her in the study that evening, seated at the far end of the table with a stack of documents spread in front of her, her attention fixed on the screen of her laptop like nothing else existed. She didn’t look up when I walked in.I closed the door behind me and stayed where I was for a second, watching her. She didn’t move. She didn’t pretend not to notice me either. She just continued working, like my presence didn’t require acknowledgment.“We need to talk,” I said.She didn’t answer immediately. Her fingers paused briefly over the keyboard, then resumed, slower this time, like she was finishing something before deciding whether I was worth her attention.“About work?” she asked without looking up.“No.”That got a reaction from her. Her hands stilled completely this time, and after a second, she closed the file in front of her and finally looked at me.Her expression was neutral. “Then make it quick,” she said.I walked further into the room, stopping across fr
JOCELYN’s POVI turned off the engine and rested my back against the seat, taking a deep breath in and then out like a practiced step. I’d left my office about an hour ago for this twenty minute drive but I’d driven as slow as I possibly could as well as had to keep stopping to steady myself and no
JOCELYN’s POVDaniel pressed the horn again, and I sped up as much as I could, which really wasn’t much. I was wearing four-inch stiletto and there was no way I was going to risk busting my head in when I fell because patience wasn’t part of his vocabulary. I glanced around us and, seeing there wer
JOCELYN’s POVI was tempted to massage my forehead. Unfortunately, what he had just said was difficult even for me. All my belongings were in the place I lived, and I definitely wasn’t in the right frame of mind to confront anybody, especially not Clarissa’s parents. They’d housed, fed and taken ca
JOCELYN’s POVDaniel stopped the car and stepped out without a word to me. As expected. I rushed out of the car with my bags and hurried to catch him, his long footsteps only putting more distance between us, but God forbid I even ask him to calm down. The embarrassment and humiliation I’d felt fro







