Eunice’s POVI laid my hands gently on my stomach. Sometimes, the air carries whispers of the past, doesn’t it? It brushes against your skin, and suddenly, you remember the important things you’ve lost—things that once defined your very existence.I sighed deeply, the memories weighing heavily on my chest. I remembered I used to be pregnant for Tyler. As I continued rubbing my stomach, the ache returned—not just physical, but emotional.If he had not betrayed me—if he hadn’t allowed the unfortunate to happen by letting another woman come between us—I would have birthed that child. I would have been a mother by now, rocking my baby to sleep, singing lullabies, and watching them grow.But life doesn’t come with a manual, does it? I remembered how I lost the pregnancy... and how I had no choice but to move forward after that heartbreaking scenario. It shattered me, but I survived.Now, I sat behind the desk in my office at Velvet Aura. The company was now fully functional, thriving even.
Lola’s POVA week had passed, and I still couldn’t shake off what Tyler told me Dr. Joel had said.Though Tyler didn’t believe it—not yet, anyway—what he didn’t realize was that the seed had already been planted. Whether he liked it or not, sooner or later, it would take root. And once it did, it would grow. Slowly, steadily, he’d start noticing more and more flaws in my Jasmine.I can’t allow that.I can’t stand by and let some prick in a white lab coat unravel everything I’ve worked so hard to build. I’ve come too far. And I sure as hell won’t let a foolish, naive husband like Tyler destroy everything I’ve clawed my way through just to reach this point.This was why I had to act—fast. Because if I didn’t, there would be fire on the mountain. And when that fire came, it wouldn’t just scorch the surface—it would consume me and my daughter, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.So, I made a move.The moment Tyler left for work, I dashed down the street to see Bianca. She had a
Eunice’s POVJulie, my smart personal assistant, had found a way to block Tyler’s directors and top stylists from Lustre & Co on their way home from work.One by one, she intercepted them separately, stopping her car in front of theirs and stepping out confidently.At first, they were angry, honking and motioning for her to get out of the way. But Julie didn't flinch. Instead, she walked up to each driver’s side window, dressed to kill, and leaned in with a dazzling smile. In her perfectly manicured hand, she held a blue-bound document — our offer.The transformation was immediate. Their irritation melted into curiosity — and something else. They stared at her as if she were a dessert they couldn’t wait to devour. Only, it wasn’t food they were craving. It was the magnetic, irresistible Julie, who looked at them with an expression that made it seem like she was inviting them to do more than just take a glance.Men.They were controlled by what they saw, right? We understood that weakn
Tyler’s POVHas betrayal ever gnawed at you in the face before? Gnawed at you to the extent that you’d suddenly become illogical in your approach to things because you just can’t place what was happening?This was exactly what was happening to me right now. My directors and top stylist were people I paid the highest of salaries and commissions in my company, and now they dared not to come to work?At first, I even thought they were just running late. Maybe traffic held them back, I reasoned. But as the hours passed—hours of me sitting there helplessly, hours of losing customers—and seeing more customers furiously leaving the salon to go elsewhere, reality began to set in.I realized then that they were not coming to work at all. And suddenly, a sickening feeling began to grow inside me. It felt like this was some sort of gang-up, a setup meant to bring me down, and I was caught right in the middle of it.Seeing that many of my customers who stormed out angrily were heading to the new
Lola’s POVWhen he drank it, I leaned upwards in a way that I could see his mouth open and the liquid in the cup flow through his lips. I watched his throat as he swallowed it down, every movement registering in my mind like a silent confirmation.Then I revealed a smirk from the corner of my cheek because I had just confirmed that he really drank the tea—the poison. It was no longer a plan. It had begun.Today, Tuesday, April 29, marked the day Tyler started to die. And every morning, he would keep taking this pill until the moment he took his last breath.I had to stay close—watch every breath, every expression, every shift in his energy. Because when that final moment came, when he gasped for air he couldn’t find, I would be there. I would look him in the eye and reveal everything.At the instant he took his last breath, I would tell him why I started killing him slowly. He would be shocked to know that he was not the real father of Jasmine and that it was I who killed his mother.
Eunice’s POVI sat behind my desk, right in my office, when Julie walked in. Normally, I wouldn’t have lifted my head. I would have continued focusing on my laptop because I was in a virtual meeting with the board of directors of my Maison Vivre. But today was different. Julie wasn’t alone. She walked in with a man right behind her.He was dark, tall, and wore a kind of velvet suit that was as dark as charcoal. I had never seen him before in my life. But seeing him walking in behind Julie, I figured he was someone important.Julie bowed as soon as she reached the side of my desk, showing her usual respect. The man, on the other hand, stood at the front of my desk and bowed evenly, with calculated precision.“Alright, dear directors. Please give me a moment to pause this meeting—I’ll reconnect later so we can continue discussing the matter,” I said to my directors on the virtual meeting. “Alright, madam,” they all responded one after the other, and I watched as they logged off the mee
Tyler’s POVI slept like a baby right after the beautiful, enjoyable sex I had with my beautiful and lovely wife.They say when a man releases, he releases everything in his body and soul. The weight of his day, the ghost of his past, and the love he doesn’t know how to say aloud.This was exactly how I felt when Lola and I were done with the intimacy. I just wanted to close my eyes and fall into a very deep sleep to wake up the next day, which I did right after Lola finished telling me some important thing.That night felt like a balm to my spirit—a peaceful end to what had been a chaotic day. I drifted off in her arms, reassured by her warmth, her scent, her presence.As the sun rose, I stretched my hands in the air, yawning as I welcomed the new morning. Though yesterday was sad, I woke up today a happy man.But why wouldn’t I be happy?I turned to my right and saw Lola. Her eyes were still closed and her body was still still.I didn’t need anyone to tell before I knew she was stil
Tyler’s POVI arrived at work, and what I saw made my stomach churn.I stood frozen at the entrance door. It was locked — like no one had been here today.My company opens at 7 a.m. for employees and at 10 a.m. for customers to come and enjoy our best-of-the-best services.But even at 8 a.m., when I got to work today, there was no one around?I already knew my directors and top stylists had stopped working for me. They didn’t even bother to resign properly. No notice. No formal resignation letter. Instead, they simply started working for the beauty company that had just opened down the street.Could it be that my regular stylists and makeup artists had followed the same path?My heart began to race as that horrible thought settled in. Before I knew it, I fumbled into my pocket and brought out my key to unlock the entrance door.When I got inside, my eyes scanned the room — and my heart dropped further. The place was spotless. Sparkling clean from end to end. Not a single stain anywher
Tyler’s POVI slumped into my office chair the instant I stepped into my office. It had never happened before that I would be the only one in this building, as big and wide as it was. The silence felt foreign, almost hostile, as though the walls themselves were whispering questions I didn’t want to answer.The month in the year Eunice and I got this place for our business, it had been just the two of us managing everything. But even then, our lawyer had been with us on that first day, reviewing documents and helping us through the paperwork. So, there had never been a moment when I experienced this place in complete isolation. I had never felt how big and empty it truly was until now, with business not running.The silence was eerie. If a pin dropped to the ground, it echoed all the way down the hallway—maybe even to the downfloor, and I just knew I had to do everything possible to fix the staff shortage that had suddenly struck my company like a storm.Trying not to panic, I turned o
Tyler’s POVI arrived at work, and what I saw made my stomach churn.I stood frozen at the entrance door. It was locked — like no one had been here today.My company opens at 7 a.m. for employees and at 10 a.m. for customers to come and enjoy our best-of-the-best services.But even at 8 a.m., when I got to work today, there was no one around?I already knew my directors and top stylists had stopped working for me. They didn’t even bother to resign properly. No notice. No formal resignation letter. Instead, they simply started working for the beauty company that had just opened down the street.Could it be that my regular stylists and makeup artists had followed the same path?My heart began to race as that horrible thought settled in. Before I knew it, I fumbled into my pocket and brought out my key to unlock the entrance door.When I got inside, my eyes scanned the room — and my heart dropped further. The place was spotless. Sparkling clean from end to end. Not a single stain anywher
Tyler’s POVI slept like a baby right after the beautiful, enjoyable sex I had with my beautiful and lovely wife.They say when a man releases, he releases everything in his body and soul. The weight of his day, the ghost of his past, and the love he doesn’t know how to say aloud.This was exactly how I felt when Lola and I were done with the intimacy. I just wanted to close my eyes and fall into a very deep sleep to wake up the next day, which I did right after Lola finished telling me some important thing.That night felt like a balm to my spirit—a peaceful end to what had been a chaotic day. I drifted off in her arms, reassured by her warmth, her scent, her presence.As the sun rose, I stretched my hands in the air, yawning as I welcomed the new morning. Though yesterday was sad, I woke up today a happy man.But why wouldn’t I be happy?I turned to my right and saw Lola. Her eyes were still closed and her body was still still.I didn’t need anyone to tell before I knew she was stil
Eunice’s POVI sat behind my desk, right in my office, when Julie walked in. Normally, I wouldn’t have lifted my head. I would have continued focusing on my laptop because I was in a virtual meeting with the board of directors of my Maison Vivre. But today was different. Julie wasn’t alone. She walked in with a man right behind her.He was dark, tall, and wore a kind of velvet suit that was as dark as charcoal. I had never seen him before in my life. But seeing him walking in behind Julie, I figured he was someone important.Julie bowed as soon as she reached the side of my desk, showing her usual respect. The man, on the other hand, stood at the front of my desk and bowed evenly, with calculated precision.“Alright, dear directors. Please give me a moment to pause this meeting—I’ll reconnect later so we can continue discussing the matter,” I said to my directors on the virtual meeting. “Alright, madam,” they all responded one after the other, and I watched as they logged off the mee
Lola’s POVWhen he drank it, I leaned upwards in a way that I could see his mouth open and the liquid in the cup flow through his lips. I watched his throat as he swallowed it down, every movement registering in my mind like a silent confirmation.Then I revealed a smirk from the corner of my cheek because I had just confirmed that he really drank the tea—the poison. It was no longer a plan. It had begun.Today, Tuesday, April 29, marked the day Tyler started to die. And every morning, he would keep taking this pill until the moment he took his last breath.I had to stay close—watch every breath, every expression, every shift in his energy. Because when that final moment came, when he gasped for air he couldn’t find, I would be there. I would look him in the eye and reveal everything.At the instant he took his last breath, I would tell him why I started killing him slowly. He would be shocked to know that he was not the real father of Jasmine and that it was I who killed his mother.
Tyler’s POVHas betrayal ever gnawed at you in the face before? Gnawed at you to the extent that you’d suddenly become illogical in your approach to things because you just can’t place what was happening?This was exactly what was happening to me right now. My directors and top stylist were people I paid the highest of salaries and commissions in my company, and now they dared not to come to work?At first, I even thought they were just running late. Maybe traffic held them back, I reasoned. But as the hours passed—hours of me sitting there helplessly, hours of losing customers—and seeing more customers furiously leaving the salon to go elsewhere, reality began to set in.I realized then that they were not coming to work at all. And suddenly, a sickening feeling began to grow inside me. It felt like this was some sort of gang-up, a setup meant to bring me down, and I was caught right in the middle of it.Seeing that many of my customers who stormed out angrily were heading to the new
Eunice’s POVJulie, my smart personal assistant, had found a way to block Tyler’s directors and top stylists from Lustre & Co on their way home from work.One by one, she intercepted them separately, stopping her car in front of theirs and stepping out confidently.At first, they were angry, honking and motioning for her to get out of the way. But Julie didn't flinch. Instead, she walked up to each driver’s side window, dressed to kill, and leaned in with a dazzling smile. In her perfectly manicured hand, she held a blue-bound document — our offer.The transformation was immediate. Their irritation melted into curiosity — and something else. They stared at her as if she were a dessert they couldn’t wait to devour. Only, it wasn’t food they were craving. It was the magnetic, irresistible Julie, who looked at them with an expression that made it seem like she was inviting them to do more than just take a glance.Men.They were controlled by what they saw, right? We understood that weakn
Lola’s POVA week had passed, and I still couldn’t shake off what Tyler told me Dr. Joel had said.Though Tyler didn’t believe it—not yet, anyway—what he didn’t realize was that the seed had already been planted. Whether he liked it or not, sooner or later, it would take root. And once it did, it would grow. Slowly, steadily, he’d start noticing more and more flaws in my Jasmine.I can’t allow that.I can’t stand by and let some prick in a white lab coat unravel everything I’ve worked so hard to build. I’ve come too far. And I sure as hell won’t let a foolish, naive husband like Tyler destroy everything I’ve clawed my way through just to reach this point.This was why I had to act—fast. Because if I didn’t, there would be fire on the mountain. And when that fire came, it wouldn’t just scorch the surface—it would consume me and my daughter, piece by piece, until there was nothing left.So, I made a move.The moment Tyler left for work, I dashed down the street to see Bianca. She had a
Eunice’s POVI laid my hands gently on my stomach. Sometimes, the air carries whispers of the past, doesn’t it? It brushes against your skin, and suddenly, you remember the important things you’ve lost—things that once defined your very existence.I sighed deeply, the memories weighing heavily on my chest. I remembered I used to be pregnant for Tyler. As I continued rubbing my stomach, the ache returned—not just physical, but emotional.If he had not betrayed me—if he hadn’t allowed the unfortunate to happen by letting another woman come between us—I would have birthed that child. I would have been a mother by now, rocking my baby to sleep, singing lullabies, and watching them grow.But life doesn’t come with a manual, does it? I remembered how I lost the pregnancy... and how I had no choice but to move forward after that heartbreaking scenario. It shattered me, but I survived.Now, I sat behind the desk in my office at Velvet Aura. The company was now fully functional, thriving even.