“Sir? You have a letter.” Arthur tried and failed to get his employer’s attention as he walked in.
“Sir!” he ran behind Ethan who was quickly making his way into his room.
“Now Ethan is that any way to ignore your own butler?” A female voice stopped Ethan in his tracks.
“Oh god no.” he thought to himself before swivelling around to find a middle-aged woman standing with a curt smile.
“Mom?” He mumbled, more aghast than surprised as she walked over and hugged him.
“Oh my baby. How are you?” She smiled. Ethan hesitantly hugged him back. His mother, Marlena Lockwood, had left the country on a cruise nearly a year ago and had vowed not to reappear for the entirety of her retirement. If she was here, it meant that she wanted something.
“Now, where is Amanda?” Marlena smiled brightly waiting for her daughter-in-law to appear.
“Uhm, right. I couldn’t get a message through to you.” He sighed, scratching the back of his head, “Uhm mom. Amanda and I are getting a divorce…”
His mother gasped as dramatically as he knew she would, “Divorce?! Why Ethan! Oh, I raised you better than this why would you leave her? She-“
“She cheated on me with Hunter.” He stated simply.
The silence that took over the room was nearly suffocating.
“With… With Hunter” She frowned, her hand nearly trembling at the thought of her older son doing such a thing, “You must be mistaken.”
“I… I um, saw them together.” Ethan looked away finding it too intense to look into her eyes,“ I’m sorry. I know I’ve disappointed you by divorcing her.”
“ I want to talk to Hunter. Today. Arthur tell him I have come home and ask him to meet us for dinner today with Amanda. We will sort this out.”
“Mom…” Ethan tried to reason but he knew it was a losing battle. Once Marlena had made up her mind, there was no reasoning she would listen to.
Ethan looked at Arthur who passed him an understanding look.
And indeed, his mother did it. She arranged a dinner at Ethan’s house.
“I am so saddened to hear of what has happened.” His mother spoke as they all sat around the dining room table, “Amanda and Hunter…. How could you.”
Amanda opened her mouth to say something but Hunter had the decency to stop her. The older son, he looked similar to his brother. They both had dark wavy hair and were tall but Hunter was softer. One could look at him and tell that he had never lifted a finger in his life.
“ I didn’t expect this but… I want some reconciliation from this. Ethan, Hunter is your brother. You cannot ignore him for the rest of your life. “
“I can try.” Ethan pointed out.
“Ethan… please. I know the best way for us to reconcile and start the path to healing.” She said with a face full of peace.
Ethan and Hunter glared at each other from across the table… not very peaceful if you ask the author.
“We should all live together.” She proposed.
The table was in an uproar, with voices of disbelief echoing from every direction.
“this is my house and I won’t have a cheating-“ Ethan began but the rest of the words won’t be recounted as they are inappropriate… but you can guess them.
“Ethan…. This is my house. And I am your mother. SILENCE!” She yelled and then when silence was obtained, she was happy again.
Marlena sat down and began to chow down on her dinner as the rest of the table sat, stewing in anger.
Ethan pulled out his phone and began to text someone on the pretext of it being a work-related topic. While he was fuming inside and hating his life, Minnie was having the time of her life. With the money in her hand she had just paid off every debt she had ever had and was doing something that she hadn’t done in years. Shopping.
As Ellie took her around to clothing stores, she tried on clothes just for the fun of it and by the end of the day had nearly swapped out her entire wardrobe. A small part of it belonged to Ruby. It was filled with sexy short dresses, masks and heels.
The rest of the closet was the opposite. Smart sophisticated clothes that showcased her true nature. Smart and capable. She even upgraded her glasses.
“You look stunning in everything! I should leave law and become a fashion designer!” Ellie chuckled as Minnie modelled all her new clothes, “I’ve never seen you smile this much!”
“I… It’s been a long time since I’ve had this much fun and not cared about money.”
“So are you going to quit being Ruby when he gives you this job?” Ellie asked.
“Probably yeah…” Minnie nodded, although a part of her would miss meeting Ethan as Ruby. She knew meeting him as herself would never be the same. He would be guarded and Stoic. Him opening up to her was only reserved for Ruby.
“Ooh that soured your mouth a tad didn’t it?” Ellie narrowed her eyes, realizing what Minnie would miss about being Ruby, “you could still be Ruby you know…”
“Oh come on, why would I stand at street corners when I am earning this much.” She scoffed at the idea.
“I mean, just for him. He could call you and you could answer.” Ellie shrugged. Although Minnie entertained the idea, she stayed silent.
“Think about it,” Ellie smiled as she stood up from their new bed, “I’m going to get us some dinner My treat. Chinese sound good?”
“Sounds good.” Minnie smiled and then noticed a buzz on her phone.
As soon as she saw who it was a smile crossed her face.
“I’ll even pay for this conversation but I need to lighten my mood. What are you up to?” The text message from Ethan read.
“I bought myself some new clothes.” She replied.
“Ah spoiling yourself I see.” His text read, “good. I’m glad. Tell me the truth, should I stop wearing suits?”
Chuckling at the silliness of his question, she lay on her bed that had clothes scattered all over it and texted him like a schoolgirl.
She didn’t ask for pay after all.
The Lockwood estate sat under a velvet twilight, its towering windows glowing amber like the eyes of some slumbering beast. Inside, the atmosphere was anything but peaceful.Ethan stood in the private library, a lowball glass in one hand, swirling the contents with muted irritation. The silence was thick—until a sharp knock echoed through the hallway.He frowned. Unannounced visitors were not something he welcomed, especially not now.A butler opened the door, and there they were.Amanda and Hunter.Ethan’s jaw clenched.Amanda walked in first, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her designer trench coat draped like a fashion magazine cover. Behind her came Hunter, equally smug, his hands shoved into the pockets of a sharply tailored coat.“I see Marlena still believes in family dinners,” Ethan muttered under his breath.“Nice to see you too, brother,” Hunter said with an insufferable grin. “Missed you at the last gathering.”“I don’t make a habit of attending farces.”Amanda
The knock at the door was sharp and impatient—too impatient to be Ellie returning with her ridiculous stash of wedding magazines. Minnie, still in her robe, padded across the apartment floor with a frown knitting her brows. Her body ached faintly from the long fitting earlier, her nerves frayed by too many emotions she hadn’t yet named.When she opened the door, her breath caught.There, standing with a worn duffel slung over one shoulder and an expression both hesitant and defiant, was her sister.Cassie.She was thinner than Minnie remembered, her once fiery curls now dulled by time and wear. A leather jacket hung off her frame, and her eyes—those same sharp brown eyes—held years of distance, regret, and something close to guilt.Minnie didn’t move. Didn’t speak.Cassie was the first to break the silence.“Hey, Min.”Minnie’s throat felt tight. “Cass.”“I… I heard about Mom.”Minnie stepped aside before she could think too much about it. Cassie entered like a ghost returning to a pl
The morning sunlight streamed weakly through the apartment windows, but it didn’t bring any warmth to the heaviness sitting in Minnie’s chest. She sat at the small kitchen table, dressed in an oversized hoodie and flannel pants, her uneaten toast resting cold on the plate. A chipped mug of coffee had long gone cold beside her.Across the kitchen, Ellie stirred a pot of oatmeal distractedly. Her eyes flicked over to Minnie again and again, concern knitting her brows. “You’ve been quiet all morning,” she finally said. “Want to tell me what’s going on?”Minnie didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes were fixed on a crack in the wall above the sink, as though it held the answers to a thousand questions she was too afraid to ask.“I saw Ethan yesterday,” she murmured at last.Ellie perked up. “You did? When?”“At work. He tried to talk to me. We… we ended up in the storeroom again.”Ellie set down the spoon and crossed her arms, leaning against the counter. “And? Don’t keep me hanging.”Minnie
The doorbell rang long after sunset, the sound slicing through the silence of Minnie’s apartment like a blade. She didn’t move at first. Wrapped in a knit sweater, hair tied in a loose braid, she sat curled on her couch, one hand clasped around a lukewarm mug of tea. She already knew who it was.Ethan.The second chime was softer, followed by a knock. Three gentle raps. Hesitant. Apologetic.Minnie stood slowly, ignoring the twinge in her side. Her injuries had mostly healed, but pain still bloomed beneath the surface—wounds that bandages couldn’t fix. She padded toward the door and opened it just a crack, just enough to see him standing there.Ethan Lockwood looked wrecked.His usually pristine hair was mussed like he’d run his hands through it a dozen times. His jaw was tight, his eyes tired. He held a paper bag from a local bakery in one hand and a bottle of something that looked suspiciously like soda in the other.“I brought cookies,” he said, voice low.Minnie didn’t answer, did
Sunlight filtered through the arched windows of the private bridal boutique, casting golden pools of light across ivory silks and glimmering chiffons. Minnie stood in front of a full-length mirror, her reflection fractured between fabric swatches and the weight of a future she hadn’t quite chosen.Ellie flitted around her like a bright, persistent butterfly—lifting veils, holding shoes against her calves, tucking and pinning lace with the efficiency of a born stylist.“Oh my god, this one,” Ellie gasped, holding up a sleek satin gown with delicate spaghetti straps. “It’s so simple. So you. Look at the neckline—it’s subtle but sexy. Classic Audrey Hepburn vibes.”Minnie turned toward the gown slowly, heart thudding with quiet apprehension. She hadn’t wanted this. Not the fittings, not the dress, not the attention. And yet, the idea of disappointing Ellie—or looking back one day and regretting not choosing something beautiful—had pushed her into agreeing.The gown Ellie held was unlike
The office was unusually quiet.Minnie Love had made it her mission to keep her head down and stay invisible. She timed her lunch break to avoid crowds, dodged the elevator when she knew Ethan might be using it, and pretended to be far more engrossed in data entries than she truly was. Her wound still ached—a dull throb that mirrored the confusion pressing against her chest—but she didn’t have the luxury to tend to either.Especially not with Marlena Lockwood’s words echoing in her head like a threat dressed as opportunity.Marry Ethan Lockwood, or risk everything being exposed. Her past. Ruby. The truth she’d buried so deep it had begun to feel like a bad dream.And now? That dream was one signature away from becoming her reality.Minnie kept her gaze fixed on her monitor even as she felt Ethan’s presence in every room he walked into. His silence was louder than his voice ever could be. He hadn’t approached her since the moment his eyes widened in stunned disbelief at the revelation