MasukIt had been two days since I made the conscious decision to return back to work. The initial rush of motivation was still there, but the reality of the task was starting to set in. I initially wanted to contact Marcus for help with the job. I knew his network was vast, and with one phone call, he could probably help me land a role in a firm that actually respected my skills. But knowing Eric’s jealous and petty streak, I resisted the urge. I didn't want to start my new professional life by triggering a territorial war at home. I wanted to do this by myself, and that was why I was currently sitting on the living room floor, my laptop a heavy weight on my legs, as I spent the morning emailing companies and trying to find a lead.I was using my maiden name, not Eric’s last name. I had two very specific reasons for that. First, I didn’t want Eric finding out yet—or worse, Eleanor. If she knew I was trying to re-enter the corporate world, she’d find a way to belittle the effort or block my
I stared at the documents gripped in Eric’s white-knuckled hands, and something inside me hardened. It was a cold, sharp feeling I hadn't felt in years—a part of the old me, the one who wasn't afraid to fight, clawing its way to the surface. I knew Eleanor was the one behind this move. Whatever game she wanted to play, I was done being the pawn. I was going to play at her level, and I was going to win. “What proof do you have to say this house was bought with company funds?” Eric snarled. His voice was a low, dangerous vibration that usually made men back down, but this messenger was shielded by his own arrogance. “Well, Mr. Kingston,” the man said, his chin tilting up with an air of practiced defiance. He looked at Eric not as a titan of industry, but as a fallen king. “You were once the CEO of the Kingston Group. You had total financial control over the accounts. It doesn't take a genius to track where the leaks went.”He spoke like a lackey who had been promised a promotion by El
We sat in the quiet of the greenhouse, soaking in the bliss of the day. Outside, the world was swallowing the last of the light, but inside, the atmosphere was beginning to glow. The fairy lights twinkled against the glass, creating an illusion of peace and tranquility that felt almost too good to be true.“It’s time to open presents,” I said, finally setting the empty dessert dishes aside.Eric chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t think that would be necessary, Autumn. This—all of this—is enough.”“Well, it’s normal to open presents during one's birthday,” I insisted, trying to persuade him with a playful nudge. “Besides, you have a mountain of them to get through.”He stared back at me, his gaze softening into something so tender and loving that I felt my cheeks heat up. I shifted shyly under his look, my heart doing a stutter-step in my chest.“Can I show Daddy my gift?” Finn’s small voice broke the trance.“Of course, honey,” I said. Eric nodded, his eyes never leaving ou
We sat in the quiet of the greenhouse, soaking in the bliss of the day. Outside, the world was swallowing the last of the light, but inside, the atmosphere was beginning to glow. The fairy lights twinkled against the glass, creating an illusion of peace and tranquility that felt almost too good to be true.“It’s time to open presents,” I said, finally setting the empty dessert dishes aside.Eric chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t think that would be necessary, Autumn. This—all of this—is enough.”“Well, it’s normal to open presents during one's birthday,” I insisted, trying to persuade him with a playful nudge. “Besides, you have a mountain of them to get through.”He stared back at me, his gaze softening into something so tender and loving that I felt my cheeks heat up. I shifted shyly under his look, my heart doing a stutter-step in my chest.“Can I show Daddy my gift?” Finn’s small voice broke the trance.“Of course, honey,” I said. Eric nodded, his eyes never leaving ou
The day had finally arrived: Eric’s birthday.I had spent the last few hours finalizing the decorations. I chose a theme of gold and black—classic, timeless, and sophisticated, just like the man himself. The greenhouse had been transformed. Fairy lights twinkled against the glass panes, reflecting off the gold streamers like fallen stars. I could already imagine the look on his face, that rare, genuine smile I worked so hard to earn.“No... no, that goes over there,” I directed one of the staff members, pointing to where the 'Happy Birthday' banner needed to hang perfectly straight.“Can I have cake, Mommy?” Finn’s small voice piped up from below, followed by a tug on my skirt.“No, honey. It’s for your Daddy’s party,” I said, trying to be reasonable.Finn’s face transformed instantly. His brow furrowed, his bottom lip poked out, and he let out a frustrated hu
I had been completely immersed in planning a small, intimate surprise party. With only three days left before the big day, the pressure was mounting. I had to make sure every single detail was perfect, from the delicate silk decorations to the rich aroma of the catering. I had chosen the greenhouse as the site for the party—the glass walls and lush greenery would make it feel like a private Eden under the stars.Currently, I was deep in the trenches of finalizing the menu with the chef. For the center-piece, the birthday cake, I had decided on a dual-flavor masterpiece: chocolate and vanilla. I chose vanilla because, let’s face it, Eric could be a bit of a boring guy sometimes, but the chocolate? That was because he liked me—rich, sweet, and a little bit addictive.Overall, planning this without Eric catching on had been one hell of a pain. The man was suspicious of everything. He had a sixth sense for secrets, like the time he almost caught me red-handed with his gifts.[Flashback]“







