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
Eunice’ POV"Congratulations, you are two weeks pregnant!" Doctor Miranda beamed as she passed my test results across the desk.I couldn't contain my happiness. A wide smile spread across my face as I looked at Dr. Miranda, my heart swelling with joy."Thank you so much!" I said, my voice brimming with excitement.My husband, Tyler, and I had been trying for two years—two long years of disappointment and heartbreak. Just when I had begun to lose hope, I was finally pregnant. The realization sent a wave of relief through me.Eager to share the news, I headed straight to the mall to pick up fresh ingredients. I wanted to surprise Tyler over a well-prepared dinner—his favorite meal, paired with the best news of our lives.I carefully selected everything I needed: filet mignon, vibrant asparagus, golden Yukon potatoes, and a basket of ripe strawberries. A bottle of red wine caught my eye, but after a brief hesitation, I opted for sparkling grape juice instead. Tonight was special, and I w
Eunice’ POVI faked a smile at him, unwilling to let him know that I had detected a foreign perfume on him. My mind was still processing it, but there was no mistaking it. I was the one who always went to the mall to help Tyler choose a new cologne whenever he needed one. I knew the scent he always wore like the back of my hand. This wasn’t it. This scent on him now—it was definitely a woman’s. My heart clenched, sinking like a ship struck by torpedoes. The excitement I had carried moments ago, eager to share my news with Tyler, evaporated in an instant. We gently pulled away from the hug, and I collected his briefcase, helping him remove the long coat draped over his suit. This had always been my routine whenever he returned home. In the past, I would have done it with a bright smile, carrying his briefcase upstairs with lighthearted joy. But tonight, sadness weighed heavily on me. “Is that seared steak and roasted asparagus?!” he exclaimed, his excitement evident as he made hi
Eunice's POVI didn’t give Tyler the slightest thought that I was going to go to the company today. After all, it was our company, the one we both built from scratch. I also had the right to visit, didn’t I? After Tyler left for work, I walked downstairs and headed to Diana’s room, making sure I prepared her some breakfast and fed her before she’d take her medication.“I’m going to the grocery stall,” I told her..I slid into my car, drove out of the driveway, and headed straight to the company. The moment I arrived, I could feel that something had changed. The atmosphere at the company felt different.Six months ago, before I left to fully take care of Tyler’s mother, Sonya and Tasha were our receptionists. But now, I was seeing new faces—new faces Tyler never mentioned to me.Since they didn’t know me, I decided to act as if I were just a regular customer. I knew the CEO’s office was always upstairs, and Tyler would be coming downstairs soon. This was the usual practice—employees w
Eunice’s POVHearing this, a knot grew in my stomach. My fingers twitched, itching to raise my hand and slap her, the sound of it cracking through the air like a whip. But I only clenched my fist instead. A young bitch who knew nothing but how to snatch people’s husbands would not make me become someone I was not. I refused to stoop to her level.Taking a deep breath, I turned on my heel, ready to return home immediately. Tyler would come back home to meet me. To explain this nonsense I had just witnessed.But then, a second thought hit me. If I walked out of the salon just like that, this husband snatcher would think she had won. She would smirk, reveling in her false victory, and I could already picture her issuing a direct threat to the employees, forbidding them from ever letting me step foot in this building again.I couldn’t risk that. I had to assert my dominance as the real madam of this beautiful company.“Get out of my way,” I said, my voice sharp and commanding. With a swif
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.
Tyler’s POVI arrived back at home, and the anger from the nonsense Dr. Joel told me was still sitting hard on my face. The drive hadn’t helped. My mind was a storm.How could he come up with something as ridiculous as that? What kind of doctor even says things like that without proof?As I opened the front door, the weight of my thoughts still dragging behind me, the first person to run with her little legs and open her tiny hands to hug my leg—right at her height level—was my little Jasmine.The moment I carried her up to my chest and played with her nose as I always did, something shifted. I didn’t know what happened, but I knew I was not feeling that level of anger again.Seeing my baby’s face always brought me some kind of solace—even in the midst of tension. It was like a balm I never knew I needed. And then it just hit me. I realized that I had been away from my family emotionally since burying my mother. Not physically, but something inside me had checked out.With that though
Tyler’s POVI arrived at the coffee shop, the place Dr. Joel had told me to catch up with him. It was a shop that always dressed their chairs and tables outdoors, and I so much hated going there because anyone could be seen sitting beside the room, having a cup of coffee, completely exposed to the public eye.Still, I went anyway.“Why that place, we could just go to…”“It’s the best place we can use. We will be able to see anyone who was catching up to us without our permission,” Dr. Joel had interrupted me, and well, I understood since he said he was going to tell me a secret. His tone was dead serious. So, I figured he cared deeply about his safety—and maybe mine too.Right from the parking lot where I parked my car, I saw Dr. Joel sitting up front in one of the chairs beside the wall. He was positioned facing the road and looking both to the right and the left with urgency, as if he was being extremely careful not to be followed or seen by someone else.This already felt differen
Lola’s POVI didn’t know Tyler could be that much of a child. A child that crumbles at the loss of his mother. Even after many hours had passed since the burial had been completed, just because the news stations picked up the story and aired it, he broke down crying again?He cradled up to the wall and buried his head into his knees. He cried like a fucking baby who had been abandoned by everyone and couldn’t imagine what his life would turn out to be from now on.But the real truth remained: if he had loved his mother so much—so deeply that her death broke him this way—then why did he continue to let her hate me while she was alive?Why didn’t he ever put her in her place? When she started suspecting that Jasmine had some uniqueness—some traits different from either of us—why didn’t he say something to calm her down or correct her assumptions?Didn’t he know that the instinct of a woman to protect her child, to protect herself, can sometimes spiral into something worse?I said nothin