[Vivienne]His lips on mine come out of nowhere.One minute, I’m trying to get the truth out of him, and the next, my back is being pressed against something hard, his ruthless fingers digging into my waist, and his mouth… his mouth is all over mine.I cannot begin to tell you how much I hate him right now.The fact that he thinks he can still use the same tactics to shut me up makes my blood boil. I’m so done with this man. So fucking done.“Get off me!” I push him hard—hard enough to peel his body off mine and shove him away. “What the hell is wrong with you? Is this how you handle all your conversations? Kissing people so you won’t have to hear the truth?”The look he gives me is one of confusion and something else I don’t want to analyze. He clears his throat and fixes his tie, as if that could somehow fix his entire asshole personality.Disgusted, I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, wanting nothing more than to get the hell out of here.Shit. This entire day has already bee
[Vivienne]I see it—the tiniest crack in his facade, the brief flash of uncertainty in his eyes. But just as quickly, it’s gone, replaced by that same cold, calculating look he always wears like a second skin.“You’re bluffing,” he says, though his voice lacks the conviction it usually has. “You wouldn’t walk away from this marriage as if it means nothing to you. Because it does. That’s the only reason I haven’t signed those divorce papers yet. Three years, Vivienne. We’ve been married for three years. And for a person like you—the emotional kind—that’s a long time, long enough to make it your whole life. That’s why you can’t walk away from this. Those divorce papers are a joke, and if you don’t stop bringing them up again and again, I swear to God, I will sign them, and you’ll be left with nothing but regrets. So enough with your bluff, already. You understand? Just drop this damn case and come back home. You’ve been gone for too long, and it has started to piss me off."I feel my hea
[Vivienne]The moment I’m out of Caden’s sight, I practically break down.My heart feels like it’s about to explode, and my eyes sting with whatever tears I have left for that man.Thankfully, I find a bathroom on the floor, and before I know it, I’m rushing toward it. I’ve barely cried my heart out when the sound of the door opening reaches my ears. I stiffen, quickly turning on the tap to wash my face.But the face that reflects in the mirror in front of me makes me cry even harder.“Oh, Viv!” Rosita comes running and hugs me from behind. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”I scoff out a sad chuckle. “Why are you sorry? You don’t even know what happened.”“Right,” she says. “But I know it wasn’t good, and that’s enough.”I try to pull myself together, but all my efforts are in vain. The tears keep coming, each one a release of the pain and frustration that’s been building up inside me for far too long.“I can’t believe he said those things to me,” I whisper, his voice, his words grating on
[Vivienne]I can’t help but crack a smile at Rosita’s bluntness. It’s exactly what I need right now.Sasha’s face pales a bit, but she quickly covers it up with a sneer.“And who the hell are you? Can’t you see we’re talking here? Go bark up someone else’s tree!”“Bark? Honey, I’ll do more than bark. You’re not worth my time, you cheap piece of trash,” Rosita snaps back, her voice laced with venom. “You think you’re hot shit? You’re nothing but a wannabe, a second-rate version of something you’ll never be. I can just tell by looking at your face how many hours it takes you to look like this, and that’s on a good day? Please. You’re a pathetic joke, darling. Why don’t we just admit it and move on?”Rosita’s remark surprises me a bit, but then I remember that I told her about Caden and Sasha’s affair and the efforts this woman puts in to look like the one woman Caden ever loved. I can’t help the snicker that escapes my lips. Perhaps after the hell of a day I’ve had, I’ve earned this mom
[Vivienne]I glance down at the file she’s shoved into my chest, finally realizing that he might have actually done it.After holding back for so long, he finally signed the papers.I wonder, though: is it because I left him no other choice, or because he really is glad to see me go?I shake my head. It doesn’t matter anymore.If the papers in my hand are actually signed, nothing else matters.With a deep breath, I pull the file open, scanning the contents.The legal jargon is a blur, but the bold, unmistakable signature at the bottom is clear.Caden and I are officially done.The finality of it hits hard, but there’s a strange sense of relief mixed with the pain.Rosita’s hand on my shoulder pulls me back to reality. “You okay?”I nod, though my eyes are still fixed on the document. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just… processing.”Sasha looks like she’s about to burst with smug satisfaction. “Now that that’s out of the way, I should get going. Caden and I have a fancy dinner planned to celebrate.
[Caden]“Caden, don’t be like this. I just want to spend some time with you. Isn’t that what your mom and dad want?”Sasha insists, her voice rising in that whining tone that makes me want to slam my head against the steering wheel.“Enough!” I cut her off. “I’m not in the mood to play nice right now."She stares at me, wide-eyed, as if I’ve just slapped her. But she does me a huge favor when she grabs her purse, flings the door open, and steps out onto the pavement.“I thought you’d be happy about this, now that she’s gone out of your life,” she says, trying to hold back tears. “Isn’t that what you always wanted? You treated her like shit so she would leave you. And now when she’s finally gone, you’re acting so weird—”I don’t wait for her to finish.I slam the door shut and peel out of there before she can say anything else.When I return home, I toss the car keys to the guard and head inside.The moment I’m in, I’m surrounded by mom and Avery.“How did it go?” Mom asks. “Did she dro
[Vivienne]It’s been a month since Caden signed the divorce papers, and today is the hearing for the final decree.To say I’m nervous is an understatement. Not because I’m unsure about the divorce anymore, but because it will be the first time in a month that I see Caden, and I don’t know how that’s going to go.“Stop biting your lips, for God’s sake!” Rosita groans, reminding me for the hundredth time during the ride from my new place to family court.“I know, I know. I just can’t help it. It’s like my body’s on autopilot or something.”She rolls her eyes. “Well, autopilot’s about to run you into a wall. You need to focus. Today is about closure, not reopening old wounds.”I nod, trying to convince myself of that. The closer we get to the courthouse, the more my stomach feels like it’s tied up in knots. I’ve done everything I could to move on—new place, new routine, new me. But facing Caden again is like standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the wind to push me over.We finall
*One Month Later*[Vivienne]“These new designs are perfect!” Harvey exclaims, and I wince ever so slightly, hoping he would tone down the excitement a bit.I look around the conference room, trying to read the faces of my fellow designers who worked hard to come up with designs to match this year’s theme: the sparkling golden era.So far, none of their expressions betray the professional masks they wear in front of their boss, Harvey, but I know that might change once Harvey is gone and I’m left alone.If only I had known how competitive this jewelry design industry could be…“I love them,” Harvey finally says, looking up to meet my eyes. “You did it again, Ms. Sinclair. Congratulations.”The entire room explodes with applause.Harvey finally adjourns the meeting, and as soon as I reach my desk, the tension among us all bursts like a dam.“Guess the boss’s pet scored again, huh?” someone sneers from their desk behind me, not even trying to hide the venom in their voice.“Yeah, no kid
[Vivienne]Every time I think I have seen the worst, something happens and leaves me beyond frustrated and baffled for my own good.This time, it’s the audacity of Caden’s birth family.How can they be so shameless? Do they have no humanity? No emotions? No sentiments for their only child? The only thing they seem to care about is his perfection—the fact that he can represent their family or not, or if he’s worthy of their name.Right now, I want nothing more than to hold this man in my arms and let him forget about the kind of life he has lived. I want him to forget all the pain and betrayal and toxicity he has experienced since his childhood and live in this moment, where everything is selfless and loving and perfect.But I can’t even do that.Because this is not the moment I want him to have. In fact, this is not the kind of moment any parent should ever experience in their whole life.Axel and Ben are nowhere to be found, and that just… ugh… I don’t know what to do.However, befor
[Caden]I have never seen Vivienne this outraged before—this scared—but isn’t that exactly how I feel?I feel like this can’t be happening in real life, that Axel and Ben are just playing some weird hide-and-seek, and that this is probably just a nightmare.But as time passes and nothing can be heard about them, my chest grows tighter and stuffier. My head feels like a place too blank and crowded for its own good, and my frustration is beyond charts.Once Vivienne has threatened and shaken the manager to his very core, she shoves him away and runs a hand through her hair. I try to reach for her, but she starts pacing the lobby instead.She snaps her head at the manager, who still hasn’t moved, looking more shocked than ever.“Why are you still here?” she growls.That gets him moving—and his staff people, too. They all rush outside, taking out thei
[Vivienne] By the time we made it to the hotel, my heart was in my throat, and my head was buzzing with all kinds of impossible thoughts. Even though Caden does his best to calm me down—with his gentle words in my ears, with his soft and assuring touches—nothing seems to be working enough to make me completely relax. When we reach the reception lobby, the manager and two of his staff are already waiting for us. My voice is almost a scream when I open my mouth. “Where are they?” The manager stutters, “In your suite?” “Still?” “We were just waiting for you.” “For the love of God!” I throw my hands in the air and charge toward the elevator. Thankfully, one opens right when we reach, and we all get in, with Caden existing quietly by my side. During the ride, the manager once again briefs us on the situation. “This is an unfortunate situation, but I assure you nothing like this has ever happened before. Samiko is one of our best nannies. She’s absolutely wonderful with kids. I don
[Caden]“So, what would you like to order?” I ask, gazing into her deep brown eyes as she looks at me with a slightly shy smile on her face.Ever since we walked into this restaurant, not far from the hotel, she has been oddly quiet. Not quiet in the sense that she looks unhappy or uncomfortable, but definitely not quite herself either.Something still seems to be bothering her, and I intend to find out what it is.But first, “Have you tried Japanese cuisine before?” I ask.“A bit, here and there. Never thought about it much.”“Then you should know the difference between sake, shochu, and umeshu,” I say, watching as she looks at me in confusion. “Have you tried them?”“No? I mean, I don't know. I haven't been much of an explorer when it comes to... foreign cuisines.”I smile. “Well, since you're already in Japan, why don't we do that tonight? I'm sure you'll love them. Besides, they taste very different from wine or whiskey.”I glance over the menu.“We have plenty to choose from,” I
I swallow hard, his words sinking into my chest like heavy stones dragging me down.Is this really how it’s going to end? Is this really the fate waiting for Axel? To see his father not as a hero, not even as a villain, but as a stranger?The thought alone feels like a knife twisting in my gut.I glance at Caden again, at the hard set of his jaw, the empty look in his eyes. He believes every word he just said. Maybe he’s even accepted it already, as if there’s no point in fighting it.But me? I can’t accept that.I won’t.Axel deserves better. He deserves a family that doesn’t shatter at the first sign of trouble. He deserves parents who at least try—who don’t just give up and call it fate."Maybe... maybe it doesn't have to be like that," I whisper, surprising even myself.Caden finally looks at me, really looks at me, with an expression I can't quite read. Sadness? Hope? Or maybe just pity because he thinks I'm naive enough to think I can save my son from something as broken as us.
[Vivienne]After Caden revealed another grand truth of his life, he stormed out of my room as if he couldn’t bear to stand in the same room as me.I, on the other hand, drop my ass on the edge of the bed and cover my face with my hands.Shit.Why does everything have to be so messed up? So complicated? So damn… annoying?Just when I think everything between us is starting to calm down and maybe there’s a chance we can have a peaceful, platonic relationship for the sake of Axel, something like this happens, and I’m forced to wonder if all these efforts are even worth it. If letting Caden back into our lives is going to make our lives easier or even more complicated.The truth is, I don’t have answers to any of these questions.Not yet.But I need to find them, or it will be too late to fix anything at all.I stare at the ring on my finger, the generous diamond ring Xander made me wear after his proposal.God knows, I still don’t know what I feel for that man, or if I even feel anything
[Astrid]I stare at the mess in my room.The shattered vase. The broken laptop. The pieces of other furniture overturned and out of place.But even with all this destruction, I feel nothing but rage.Pure, white rage. The kind that makes me want to rip someone’s throat out. Especially that of Vivienne. And her fucking son.I ball my fists, the veins in my hands popping as I fight to keep my control. But it's slipping, fast. I want to scream, to break every damn thing in sight until there’s nothing left. Until I feel something other than this boiling fury that’s choking me from the inside out.How dare she? How dare she take what’s mine? How dare she get so close to Caden? And go on that vacation with him?Did she learn nothing from the past? Is she not afraid that the way she’s going, she’s making an enemy out of me? Out of Astrid? Does she even know whom she’s messing with?I curl my fingers around the glass of water on the table, before tossing it away against the wall too.It shatt
[Vivienne]I have to say, Caden has a way of doing things that not only gets his work done, but also leaves the other party too confused yet satisfied for their own good.Now, I’m not saying that being shoved against the door and having his face so ridiculously close to mine is satisfying in some weird kind of way, but it surely is leaving me confused for sure.“What are you doing, Caden?” I cannot help but ask, finally able to find my voice after a minute of intimate staring and a confusingly beating heart.I know being jealous has always been Caden’s strongest streak, but I never thought he was jealous because of me. Not that I have deliberately tried to make him feel that way. Ever. It was always him, surrounded by Sasha and her dramatic ways, making me feel like a third wheel of sorts.I try to push him away, but he doesn’t dare budge. His dark eyes remain stuck on mine, his hands clasped around my waist.“Whatever you think.”I sigh, reminding myself once again how wrong everythi
[Caden]After spending almost the entire day at the clinic, when we return to our hotel suite, Ben and Axel drop dead the second their heads hit the pillow.Vivienne, on the other hand, excuses herself for a quick shower and a change of clothes, while I decide to do the same.However, before I pick out my clothes from the wardrobe, my phone starts to ring.Astrid’s name flashes on the screen, and I almost roll my eyes.Almost. Instead, I answer. “Speak.”"Are you serious, Caden?" she asks, so loudly that I have to pull the phone away from my ear a little."What's the matter?""What's the matter?" she repeats, as if she can't quite believe I asked her something so boldly. "What isn't the matter? When the hell were you going to tell me that you were going to Japan with that ex of yours? When, huh? Is this how you treat me now? Keeping me in the dark while having a vacation at some royal hotel suite?"I pinch the bridge of my nose, already feeling a headache brewing. "It's not a vacation