ANMELDENI was at the bar with Theo celebrating him finally leaving the newborn trenches. Him and Sonia had been through it.She didn't want to come out tonight, I would have brought Sloane along if she agreed. "How's it going with the baby?" I asked him.His eyes lit up. "Oh she's just a perfect little angel. I can't believe she's six months old now.""Time really does fly quickly." I commented."It does."The way he gushed about it, I wondered if he was really celebrating the newborn phase ending because now it sounded like he missed it a lot more than he wanted to admit. That familiar yearning to experience a baby of my own returned the more he talked."I know that look,""What are you talking about?" I asked just as I took a swig of my beer."I had that look in my eye before Sonia got pregnant. She calls it baby fever."I chuckled, unable to lie to myself or him. "I do have baby fever. But unfortunately, my wife doesn't share the same sentiment.""Still on the no kids issue huh?""Yup."
After a beautiful weekend well spent mostly in bed with my husband, the last thing I wanted was a board meeting first thing on Monday morning. I understand they had reviewed Veronica's case and lifting her suspension was long overdue. But why did they need me to be there? Did they enjoy tormenting me with the sight of my stepmother?That morning, dressed in a beige suit with an ankle length jacket white inner shirt and some black stilettos with my hair dropped in waves and makeup minimal, even I could admit I looked every bit of the part on the position I occupied. Anyone else who thought otherwise could fuck off. "Hey wifey,"Zane came from behind me as I admired myself in the mirror, handing me a cup of coffee. "Hey..." I said back with a small smile. "You're gorgeous." He kissed my neck.I found myself grinning like a cheshire cat."Thank you.""For?""For the coffee and the compliments?" It came out sounding more like a question than a statement.He kissed me anyway and told
~Narrators voice~Rebecca watched them be all loved up again, feeling bitterness claw up inside of her.She would have been in Sloane's position and not a poor widow if she didn't choose that radical late husband of hers who never listened until he was murdered. Ethan had always been stubborn.Even when she begged him to leave certain things alone, he had insisted on digging deeper. He had convinced himself that doing the right thing would somehow protect their family.It hadn't. Now he was dead.And she was left with a daughter who barely remembered her, a mountain of bills and a life she didn't recognize anymore.Meanwhile, Zane had everything.His company, his money, a beautiful and successful wife whom he obviously loved. He has his comfortable home.And even Chloe.Everything Rebecca had lost seemed to have somehow found its way into Zane's hands.She hated him for it.At least, that was what she had told herself.She stood by the window of the guest bedroom, watching the light
Cole was standing near the bar with a group of people, holding a drink in one hand. His eyes met mine. For a second, neither of us moved. Then he excused himself from the group and started walking toward us. Of course he did. "Do you want to leave?" Maya asked quietly. I looked at Cole. Then at the crowded dance floor behind me. "No." I wasn't going to let him chase me out of a place I had barely enjoyed for an hour. She nodded in agreement. "Good." Cole stopped in front of us. "Sloane." "Cole." His eyes moved over me before settling back on my face. "You look good." "Thanks." Maya folded her arms, I could tell she was holding back her tongue. He glanced at her. "Hi." "Hello." The tension was thick enough to cut through. Cole looked back at me. "I didn't know you came here." "I didn't know you did either." I responded evenly. "I come here sometimes." Of course he did, jumping from one club to another like a junkie. "Good for you."
Knowing about Zane and Rebecca's previous relationship changed everything. What if fate was bringing them together and I was standing in the way of that? It changed how I saw her. How I saw them. Zane may have explained it clearly enough but somehow it didn't feel so great. I was constantly walking on eggshells now, avoiding running into her. And even when I wanted to check on Chloe, Rebecca seemed to be hoarding her. Why? I didn't know. I had no plans of stealing her child or something. I didn't even want kids of my own. Knowing Rebecca felt a certain way and was being overly territorial, I kept to myself. I did have a lot of work piled up for me so there was no time to be overly sentimental. Zane and I had somehow pushed everything about the vow renewal to the back of our minds. I stared at the glimmering new diamond he gave me every now and then. It was beautiful and perfect. Far from what our complicated relationship was. We barely even saw each oth
Getting back into the rhythm of work had been easier than I expected.The difficult part was pretending my mind was entirely on the company.It wasn't.Every now and then, my thoughts drifted back to Sloane.Especially after our conversation.I still didn't know what to make of the way things had changed between us. We had gone from barely tolerating each other to sharing a bed, then somehow to kisses, stolen moments and conversations that left me wanting more than either of us had originally agreed to.And then there was Rebecca.I couldn't blame Sloane for having questions about her. If anything, I should have expected them.What bothered me was that I couldn't tell whether Sloane was questioning my feelings for her or simply trying to understand where Rebecca fit into my life.I had no feelings for Rebecca anymore.That part was easy.Explaining it to Sloane was the difficult part.I pushed the thought aside when the financial report on my screen caught my attention.Something didn
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







