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 POVHave you ever been so emotionally troubled that you do not know the next thing to do? This was me right now.I had too many concerns at the moment that I didn’t even know which one to focus on.There was the staffing crisis staring me right in the face like a bull getting ready to strike with its horns. And then there was the next of kin update—something Lola wouldn’t let me rest on.As I thought about how to get new staff—because without a company, what was the essence of the next of kin paperwork?—I also couldn’t ignore the pressure mounting from home.Yet, I knew how Lola would make a big deal out of this if I failed to do it before I returned home tonight.The weight of indecision bore down on me, and I was already exhausted. But who was I to complain to?I took my hand to my jaw and placed my elbow on the table like a worried man.The desktop screen was still on. But what next to do, when every hiring site I visited, every hire button I pressed, returned a red decline
Eunice’s POV“Annie, please can you bring me some cubes of sugar?” I said to Annie with a smile as she served me a cup of coffee in my room. I had just returned home and finished talking to my mother on the phone, which was something of a nightly ritual between us.Each night, as my mom continued her adventure of flying to every country in the world, she made it a point to call me. Just hearing my voice, she said, gave her comfort, and in turn, her words always brought me peace. She’d always assure me that everything was going to be fine.And truly, those words had kept me going through the toughest moments. Look at me now—I've even gained more weight than I used to because I’m finally relaxed, finally at peace.There is one thing revenge does to you—it settles something inside you. When you enjoy the satisfaction of seeing those who wronged you pay for their betrayal, it makes you feel powerful. It makes you feel justified.That’s exactly how I feel now. Every ounce of pain crushing
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’s POV“Annie, please can you bring me some cubes of sugar?” I said to Annie with a smile as she served me a cup of coffee in my room. I had just returned home and finished talking to my mother on the phone, which was something of a nightly ritual between us.Each night, as my mom continued her adventure of flying to every country in the world, she made it a point to call me. Just hearing my voice, she said, gave her comfort, and in turn, her words always brought me peace. She’d always assure me that everything was going to be fine.And truly, those words had kept me going through the toughest moments. Look at me now—I've even gained more weight than I used to because I’m finally relaxed, finally at peace.There is one thing revenge does to you—it settles something inside you. When you enjoy the satisfaction of seeing those who wronged you pay for their betrayal, it makes you feel powerful. It makes you feel justified.That’s exactly how I feel now. Every ounce of pain crushing
Tyler’s POVHave you ever been so emotionally troubled that you do not know the next thing to do? This was me right now.I had too many concerns at the moment that I didn’t even know which one to focus on.There was the staffing crisis staring me right in the face like a bull getting ready to strike with its horns. And then there was the next of kin update—something Lola wouldn’t let me rest on.As I thought about how to get new staff—because without a company, what was the essence of the next of kin paperwork?—I also couldn’t ignore the pressure mounting from home.Yet, I knew how Lola would make a big deal out of this if I failed to do it before I returned home tonight.The weight of indecision bore down on me, and I was already exhausted. But who was I to complain to?I took my hand to my jaw and placed my elbow on the table like a worried man.The desktop screen was still on. But what next to do, when every hiring site I visited, every hire button I pressed, returned a red decline
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