MasukTo say I was relieved was an understatement.The case had dragged on for so long, I lost hope so many times in between. As I shook hands with Theo, I thanked him profusely. For not just handling the case for this long but for taking care of Chloe like his own."Sonia is going to be thrilled about this." Sloane piped up, her hand holding Chloe's."On the contrary, she's going to bawl her eyes out.""Oh,""She'll miss Chloe.""You can always come visit." I said. He nodded. "Of course. The baby would be here any day now so after that is over, we'll come over.""Looking forward to it." I smiled.Just then, he got a call that wiped the smile of his face."My wife is in labor." He didn't wait for us to even respond before running towards his vehicle.I turned to Sloane."I have to go with him.""We'll come with you." She said, signalling to the driver that we were leaving.He hurried and got the car ready. While Theo on the other hand was already speeding out of there. It was truly goin
The opposing counsel wasn't finished.He stood again."This court has heard a great deal about Mr. Della-Ross's relationship with Chloe. But there's another relationship that deserves examination."I felt a familiar feeling of dread wash over me.I already knew where this was going."His marriage."I looked at Zane, only to see that he was already looking at me.The lawyer approached."Mrs. Della-Ross."I stood. "Yes?""How long have you been married to Mr. Della-Ross?""Almost a year.""And would you describe your marriage as stable?"The question caught me off guard."Yes.""Completely stable?"I frowned."What exactly are you asking?""I'm asking whether there have been difficulties within your marriage."I glanced at Zane.His jaw tightened."Every marriage has difficulties.""So that's a yes?""That's a yes to the fact that we're human beings."A few people in the courtroom chuckled.The lawyer didn't."Have you and your husband ever lived separately?"My stomach tightened."Temp
As the court proceedings drew near, a heavy blanket of dread weighed over the household.Zane was somewhat positive about how the case was going to turn out. But he feared the possibility of external influence ruining it. Still, he went ahead of himself, decorating Chloe's room just the way she would like it. I watched him do it with so much hope. And I feared for him getting those hopes dashed by the judge. I didn't want to get my hands dirty. If not, I would have pulled some strings my father had left me.I tried to be supportive instead, doing everything to help show the credibility of our marriage.Thankful, all copies of our marriage contract were in our custody. So hopefully, there were no more blackmail incidents coming forth. In the midst of all this, Zane and I barely got to see each other. He was busy with prepping for Chloe's arrival, whilst I was busy with working because my company's goals had to be achieved regardless of any crisis in my personal life. The discrepa
"What happened to your hand?"That was the first thing I spotted when he walked in. His knuckles were injured. "It's nothing."I raised a brow. "Did you get into a fight?"He hesitated, acting like a deer caught in headlights."Zane," there was an underlying warning in my tone. "What did you do?""I'll tell you about it later."I wanted to let it slide. But somehow I couldn't stop worrying.So I picked up the first aid kit and followed him to his room.He sat on his bed, suppressing a groan that I obviously heard as I set down the box on the bedside table. "Sloane, I'm fine." He insisted."I know. But I still want to help you." I took his hand in mine and dabbed on it his bruised knuckles with some spirit. After that, I wrapped it up with a bandage. "Thank you," he said when I was done."Now would you tell me what happened?""I got into a fight with Cole." There were a lot of things I expected him to say but somehow that was the last thing that crossed my mind.My heart dropped s
I found Cole exactly where I expected him to be.He was sitting in the private lounge of a hotel, casually sipping a drink like he hadn't spent the last few weeks making my life a living hell.The moment he saw me, his smile disappeared."Zane."I walked toward him without saying a word.He slowly put his glass down. "What's wrong?"I stopped in front of him, trying to my best to keep my tone steady and devoid of all the raging emotions I carried in my chest.."You've been blackmailing me."His expression changed. "What?"I placed my iPad on the table.The access longs, the photographs of Sloane and I. And of course the messages.Everything was displayed for him to see in a beautiful montage I made myself. Cole stared at the screen for a long awkward moment. Then he looked up at me."I don't know what you're talking about."I laughed, long and hard. But it wasn't funny.I stopped abruptly and faced him, my tone as cold as ice. "Don't lie to me." Cole squirmed uncomfortably. "I'm no
The next morning, our faces were all over the blogs.The kiss at the red carpet had gone viral.It was a relief. At least it wasn't the contract. Not yet. While the whole spectacle at the event was good for publicity. I had more pressing matter at hand. I was at Della-Ross Holdings before eight that morning.I had barely slept.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the photograph of Sloane sitting in her car while on her way home from work. That was the part I couldn't get out of my head.I walked into my office and dropped my phone on the desk.It felt weird to be here after such a long time away. I always thought that when I came back it would be because I was getting my job back. But now it was apparently for a different reason. I didn't have much of a choice."Get me the access logs."My head of IT looked at me from across the desk."For which files?""The marriage contract."He nodded."And I want every device that accessed the file within the last two months." I added. He hesi
The post went live at 11:58 PM, and I watched the engagement metrics climb from my office with a drink in my hand that I sipped from slowly.Numbers didn't lie. Before I could keep track, the likes hit ten thousand in minutes and comments flooded in faster than the platform could organize them. Of
"You can't just move me into your house without asking."Zane didn't even glance at me as the car pulled up to the gates. The estate sprawled beyond them like something out of a fever dream. It had sharp angles, floor-to-ceiling glass. And it was perched on a cliff that overlooked the city like it
We are getting married tomorrow.Two days. That was all it had taken from the signed contract to the scheduled wedding. I had expected Sloane Reed to take the full three days, maybe longer. Instead she had called Patrick from the café, confirmed the date before she even stood up from the table, and
He walked in and every head in the café turned. I had already been seated for ten minutes, black coffee in front of me that I hadn't touched, the file on the table within reach. I had chosen the corner table deliberately. Away from the windows, away from anyone who might recognize either of us and







