“I gave him everything,” Naya whispered, staring at the papers in her hand. The divorce papers she never saw coming. Her hands trembled, but not from fear. Now, it was rage. Across the room, Chloe smirked, her hand resting on Daniel’s shoulder. “You should’ve seen this coming, Naya. You were never enough for him.”
View More“Do you think he’ll like it, Sammy?” Naya asked, her voice almost a hum as she gently petted the sleek silver siamese cat lounging on the kitchen counter.
Sammy the cat blinked up at her, with his piercing blue eyes, then he hissed at her, and turned away. It's different.
Naya smiled to herself, glancing down at the half finished decorated cake sitting on the kitchen counter.
She’d stayed up all morning working on this cake for him. It was his favorite, a rich chocolate mousse layered with fresh raspberries and topped with a dusting of gold flakes. Naya sighed and went back to completing the cake.
When she was done, she stepped back and away, admiring her work. Years after leaving baking behind as a profession, and getting married, she was pleased to know that she’d never lost her touch.
Sammy meowed softly as if encouraging her work. Naya smiled harder. She was sure that Daniel, her husband, would love the cake. It was his birthday tonight and she wanted to make him feel special, since he’d been working a lot lately.
But that was not the only reason why she was doing this. Lately, Daniel has been cold to her, and every day it felt as if she was losing her husband. Everyday, he drifted even farther away from her. Maybe if she made this day special, things might change.
It was her duty after all. It was what she’d vowed to do. To love, to honor and cherish him no matter the cost.
“He’ll love it and everything will be alright.” She whispered to herself, wishing it to be true. It had to be.
“Are you done?” Chloe asked hurriedly, putting on her shoes and grabbing her bag from the couch in the living room. At the last minute, Naya had decided to bake the cake at her best friend’s so that Daniel would not catch a whiff beforehand.
She really wanted it to be special, and that meant leaving no stone unturned.
“Not yet. I think it still needs some finishing touches.” Naya bit her lip and turned to her friend. “Going out?”
Chloe fluffed out her hair and smiled at Naya. “Yes, I have to meet with my boss. There’s this fashion model that he wants me to convince to model our new releases.” Chloe sighed in exasperation. “I swear if I have to suck up to yet another entitled fashion model, I might think of quitting.”
Naya frowned. Since childhood, being a fashion designer has been Chloe’s dream. “Quit and then do what? Stay at home?”
Chloe shrugged. “Or I might just get married to a rich man like you, and have him pay the bills.” She chuckled and then winked. “Or maybe a celebrity.”
Naya rolled her eyes at her best friend, but walked over to ehr and hugged her. “Chloe, you're not a quitter.”
Chloe smiled, and Naya smiled back, grateful for her best friend. They have been friends since middle school, and now, they are practically sisters. If there was anyone she could trust with her life, it was Chloe.
Chloe had reached the door when she glanced back and asked Naya, with a raised eyebrow. “How about Daniel? Any changes or is he still cold to you?”
Naya pressed her lips tightly, the smile disappearing from her face.The she nodded slowly. “I;m hoping this birthday changes everything. I want my husband back, Chloe.” She could feel her eyes misting over.
“Hasn’t this been going on for a year now, Naya? Why do you think surprising him now will change anything?” Chloe asked, her eyes turning into slits.
“It’s his birthday, and you know he’s always celebrated it with me. I don;t know Chloe, but I feel it deep in my bones that he’ll change. He loves me.” Naya added, even though it was more to convince herself than Chloe.
“Naya, don't get your hopes up. I don’t want you to get hurt. Besides, I keep telling you to get a divorce.”
Naya shook her head vigorously from side to side. “No. I’ll be left with nothing, back in the streets. I…I can’t. What will happen to the way I feel about him?” She pressed her lips together. Just the mere thought of leaving him, gave her a headache. “I…I can’t.”
Chloe sighed wearily and shook her head. “Naya, it’ll be fine. Daniel loves you. If he says it’s work, then it is work. You’re overthinking.”
Naya considered ehr words for a moment. “Maybe you’re right.” Then Naya shook her head and smiled at her friend. “Go on Chloe, don’t be late.”
Chloe nodded and hurried out of the house, while Naya went back to her cake.
Everything had to be perfect.
Happy birthday, Daniel. I love you. She whispered to the empty house, imagining his smile when he walked in and saw everything she had prepared.
She also wondered if maybe she could seduce him tonight. She missed his touch, she'd missed him. He was always working, always busy.
She chuckled softly to herself as she thought of the new lingerie she'd ordered specially for that night, lying in a box in her wardrobe.
For him.
He’d always loved her surprises and she prayed that this year would not be any different.
Except that was the thing about hope. It could be so easily shattered.
The knock on Naya’s door was too polite to belong in this place.She didn’t answer. Maybe if she stayed still, they’d think she was asleep.The lock clicked anyway, and a nurse stepped in. “You have visitors.”“I don’t want visitors,” Naya said.“They insisted.”That word — insisted — made her sit up. She’d learned in here that “insisted” meant the staff had already decided it was happening. No matter what she wanted.Two sets of footsteps in the hall. Then Adrian filled the doorway, tall in his tailored coat, his lawyer’s smile firmly in place. Beside him, Chloe — glossy hair, perfect makeup, the faint perfume of someone who never set foot in places like this.Naya’s stomach twisted. “Get out.”Adrian stepped in like she hadn’t spoken. “We thought we’d check on you.”“We?” Her voice was flat, “why? What do you hope to gain? You …” she glared at Adrian. “I'm here because of you. It's all your damned fault.”Adrian shook his head. “I had to….” He looked like he wanted to say more, but
The mop handle was already sticky when Naya took it.She eyed the bucket beside her — gray water, a rag that looked older than her trial date. Across the hall, a nurse barked instructions to the group of patients assembled for “ward maintenance duty.” It was the next day, and Naya was finding it hard to concentrate on cleaning, especially when all she wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep.Naya hadn’t volunteered. Nobody here really did. But refusing meant losing “privileges,” and she had none to spare.“Stay on your side of the hall,” the nurse said. “Bathrooms are off limits unless you’re assigned.” She glanced toward two orderlies, then left, her rubber soles squeaking on the tile.Naya dipped the mop, wrung it out, and started on the far corner near the vending machines.That’s when the shouting started.It came from the other end of the corridor — sharp, sudden, like a door slamming inside a voice. She froze, hand tightening on the mop handle. A man’s voice, low but dangerou
The hallway felt wrong.Not the usual hum of voices or TV noise from the ward.This corridor was narrow, dim, and smelled faintly metallic, like old coins. The walls were bare, no bulletin boards, no faded posters about “healthy coping skills.” Just blank beige and the low, steady buzz of something mechanical behind them.The two nurses walked on either side of her, their shoes making soft squeaks on the floor. Neither spoke. “Walk quickly, lawsuit girl.”Naya glanced at the doors they passed — small, square plaques with numbers, no windows. Everything here looked like it was designed to keep people from seeing in… or out.They stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall. One nurse knocked once, then opened it.The office inside was so neat it made her skin prickle. Papers stacked in perfect piles. A single pen aligned with the edge of a leather desk pad. The blinds on the small window were tilted exactly the same way.It looked like a room waiting for a meeting — waiting for
“Lawsuit girl! Come with me!!”A nurse with a clipboard led Naya down a hallway that smelled faintly of disinfectant and overcooked vegetables. The walls were painted the color of chewed gum, the doors numbered in plain block print, as if any trace of beauty might somehow be dangerous here.“This is the day room,” the nurse said, pushing open a door.Naya stepped inside to a blast of fluorescent light and low, constant noise. A television in the corner played a game show. A woman in a sweatshirt with frayed cuffs rocked in her chair, mumbling the same phrase under her breath. Two men were hunched over a puzzle table, not speaking.“Group starts in ten minutes,” the nurse added, then left her there.She felt eyes on her before she even sat down.“You’re the one from the lobby video,” a thin man in a plaid shirt said from across the room. His hair stuck up at odd angles, like it had given up on being tamed.Naya stiffened. “And you’re the one who doesn’t mind his own business.”He grinn
The city’s cold air slapped her cheeks as she strode toward Daniel’s office tower. The glass façade shimmered like it belonged to another planet, one where the rules bent for men in suits and women like her got erased.She didn’t slow as she reached the revolving door. Security inside immediately clocked her — the sharp-eyed man behind the desk straightened, one hand sliding toward his walkie-talkie.“I’m here to see Daniel Carter” Naya said, loud enough for the lobby to hear.The guard didn’t even pretend to check a list. “He’s not expecting you.”“I don’t care if he’s expecting me. Tell him Naya Rivera’s here.”“Ma’am—”She brushed past the desk, toward the elevator bank. The guard moved fast, stepping in front of her, his palm out like she was a speeding car.“Back up, ma’am.”“No. He lied. He ruined my life. I’m not leaving until he—”A woman in a headset and pencil skirt hurried over from reception, putting herself between them. “Ms. Rivera, you can’t—”“Don’t say my name like yo
The hotel room had been too quiet for too long.Naya sat cross-legged on the bed, her phone a block of cold glass in her palm. She scrolled and scrolled, like she could find one post—just one—that didn’t cut. Instead, her own face stared back from a dozen angles, grainy stills from the lobby, her mouth open mid-scream.Unhinged!...Slut for hire...A lawsuit and a lap dance in one convenient package...She’d muted words, blocked accounts, but they multiplied. People she’d thought were friends—people who’d once sent her You’re so brave messages—were now posting memes about her with crying-laughing emojis.She tossed the phone onto the bed like it had burned her. The TV was already on, the volume low, but the ticker at the bottom scrolled her name, over and over.“…Rivera’s erratic behavior continues to spark debate—”She grabbed the remote and turned it up.“—some legal experts question whether her latest outburst signals desperation. Others believe—”“Others believe you should all shu
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