MasukJulian Opmann hat sein Leben im Griff. Als CEO eines erfolgreichen Unternehmens trifft er täglich Entscheidungen, die Millionen bewegen. Nur zu Hause verliert er langsam die Kontrolle. Als alleinerziehender Vater der zweijährigen Ava ist er am Limit – bis er widerwillig eine Nanny einstellt. Klara Weber ist ruhig, professionell und vollkommen unbeeindruckt von Julians Art. Sie bringt Struktur in sein Chaos, Geduld in Avas Alltag – und eine Unruhe in sein Haus, mit der er nicht gerechnet hat. Zwischen klaren Regeln, Distanz und verbotener Nähe beginnen Grenzen zu verschwimmen. Denn Klara ist nur angestellt. Nicht verliebt.
Lihat lebih banyakWalking into The Second Diamond Hotel, Gabrielle Taylor held her head up high. Her long and beautiful legs strode the property lobby while wearing a striking sapphire dress, flowing down two inches above her knee.
Despite a simple three-fourth casual wear, her gorgeous frame and small face added to her allure.
She walked confidently in black heels, with every intention of crashing into the engagement party of her ex-boyfriend and best friend - now, also an ex-best friend!
On her path, she came across a little girl who seemed to have lost her way. Despite her emotions above the roof, she halted her steps and approached the little girl.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Gabrielle asked, seeing water welled-up in the girl’s eyes. “Are you lost?”
Gabrielle had a sweet tooth, and she often carried a lollipop with her in her bag, and after seeing the young girl, she grabbed one from her purse and gave one, “Here, don’t be sad now. Tell me, what’s wrong.”
Something in Gabrielle must have sparked the little girl’s interest that she immediately smiled. Accepting the lollipop, the girl said, “Big sis, do you want to meet my uncle?”
A scoff left Gabrielle’s lips before a smile became clear in her expression. She tried to hold back her laughter and answered, “No, dear. I need to fry some snakes right now, but let me bring you to the front desk so they can help me find your parents – “
“There you are, Kim! Why did you leave suddenly?” A man in a white shirt and black coat came to fetch the girl.
The man saw the girl holding a lollipop, and he took it away with a warning, “Never accept candies from a stranger!”
Gabrielle thought the man was good-looking, but given his actions, he looked more arrogant in her eyes. Her lips twitched in disagreement before she scolded the man, “Mister, you need to take care of your daughter! How could you lose sight of her? What an irresponsible father you are!”
She gave one last glance at the little girl and after seeing how she extended her hand to the man; she believed that he was indeed the father.
Before the man could say a word, Gabrielle simply said goodbye to the little girl and turned her back, leaving the man astounded.
Setting aside the thought of the irresponsible father, Gabrielle soon found the two-carat conference room. Her eyes darted at the poster, set on a canvas stand. It read, ‘Warren Foster and Camilla Clark’s Engagement Party.’
Warren was her boyfriend of two years and Camilla Clark was her best friend. It was just a week ago when Warren broke up with her without any reason and had her fired from her part-time job!
Earlier that day, she learned through a common friend that Warren and Camilla were having their engagement party that very night!
The two people she trusted the most betrayed her, and she was completely oblivious!
With this in mind, Gabrielle approached the hotel staff, watching over the door.
“Your invitation, please, miss?” The man asked.
“Sure,” said Gabrielle with a smile. She grabbed the invitation and handed it to the hotel staff.
There was a clear doubt coming from the man on guard that he asked, “Thank you for coming, miss… Dylan Harper. Let me show you to your table.”
The doors opened for her, and Gabrielle took a deep breath, knowing it was going to be a crazy night. Her heart was beating faster, and she felt herself chickening out, but recalling her pain, she followed through on her plans, walking in with a smile on her face.
She came in just in time. Dinner had already begun, and everyone was busy with their sumptuous meals.
After taking her seat, a hotel server took Gabrielle’s preferred set menu and said, “Would you like some wine, miss?”
Pouting her lips, she asked, “Is it included in the package?”
“Yes, miss. The couple booked several bottles for this event,” answered the server.
“Okay, then. I’d love to have wine,” Gabrielle answered.
She sat in a group, coming from the higher ranks of the media company where she previously worked for, The BNC Media Center. She could hear them whispering, clearly talking about her as she drank from one glass to another.
Gabrielle barely touched her food and focused more on getting the courage to do what she was about to do.
After her 5th glass of wine, her eyes roamed the entire venue and finally found Warren and Camilla. They were happily chatting with their parents at a table up front. At that point, the engaged couple had not seen Gabrielle just yet, but it did not take long for her to remain unnoticed.
When most of the guests have finished their meals, a hostess took the microphone and announced, “Now that our stomachs have already been graced, it’s finally time to hear from our engaged couple, and share their love story to everyone.”
After a round of applause, Warren took over the microphone and smiled confidently at the room of over fifty guests.
In his tall frame, Warren started his tale, “Camilla and I met through a common friend. We-” His green eyes glanced at Camilla adoringly as his fiancé sat at the front-most table. He resumed, “We started out just friends but the more we saw each other, attraction happened after a year and we hit it off!”
The crowd hooted, wanting to hear more. However, when his eyes shifted to a distant table, he suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
Warren’s brows furrowed, and he raked his fingers through his dark blond hair. He recognized the beautiful girl with caramel hair was his ex-girlfriend, Gabrielle.
He seemed to have lost his words and his jaws remained opened for seconds. He wound up coughing and swallowing his own spew repeatedly.
“Baby, what’s the hold-up!” Camilla Clark asked.
“Tell us, how long have you been together?” One more invitee raised the question.
“We’ve been together for eight months now!” It was Camilla who answered for Warren, turning to the guest, who inquired.
Warren practically saw his ex narrow her eyes at him, hearing how she had been deceived that long.
“Man, Warren. People at the media company honestly thought that other girl was your girlfriend. So she was just the link between you and Camilla,” one man asked. “She sure is hot. Maybe I can get your friend’s number!”
Warren tried to brush it off with a laugh. His voice finally came through and he answered, “Ah – “
“And here comes my cue!” A loud voice came from behind the tables, cutting off Warren’s words. Everyone saw Gabrielle coming forward with a flushed face. She had nine glasses of wine, enough for her to build the courage that she required. She wasn’t much of a drinker and thus, only a few were enough to erase any inhibitions.
Gabrielle smiled at all the guests and she especially directed her gaze at Camilla and her parents.
Warren’s parents had only seen her once since they lived in another city, but most definitely, Camilla’s parents knew her.
“Let me answer that question!” She announced as she carelessly made her way to the front.
At the back of her head, she rejoiced at seeing Camilla’s face turn white. Knowing her best friend, Gabrielle knew, she had caused her to panic at that point.
Gabrielle first greeted Camilla’s parents, “Aunt Caroline. Uncle Dale. It’s nice to see you.”
“Oh, Camilla said you won’t be making it to the party. I’m glad you finally decided to show up, Gaby,” said Caroline Clark before offering Gabrielle a kiss on the cheek.
“Gaby, what are you doing here?” Warren voiced out, realizing the danger that his ex-girlfriend had brought in. “Are you drunk? Maybe you - “
“Yes! I am slightly drunk, but I am still sane enough to talk!” Gabriel pushed Warren away as he tried to hold her arm.
She turned to Warren’s parents and said, “Hi, my name is Gaby. I am your son’s girlfriend of two years and we broke up a week ago. Surely, you remember me, right? We met a little over last year.”
Warren’s parents looked at each other with a puzzled face before turning to Camilla and to both Caroline and Dale Clark.
“Gaby, this is insane. Haha!” Finally, Camilla stood up to block Gabrielle from saying more. However, while she tried her best to hide the truth, her voice was trembling as she spoke, “Your obviously drunk and don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Gaby, I’m warning you – “ Despite Warren’s efforts to warn her ex, she persisted to talk, glaring, and pushing him away.
“I just wanted to make a few things clear to everyone here.” Taking a full turn, Gabrielle looked at the crowd and announced, “I was the common friend between Camilla and Warren.” She laughed and resumed, “Because I was Warren’s girlfriend until last week! And Cami is my best friend since my first year of college!”
“Warren, do something!” Camilla glared at her fiancé, and Gabrielle saw the anger in her eyes after she had announced the truth to everyone in the venue!
“But, it’s okay,” Gabrielle smiled and said to Camilla’s parents, seeing how they were flustered about the situation. “I love Cami as my sister. I certainly don’t mind, giving her my hand-me-down.”
Camilla, “…”
“And I can’t blame Warren.” Gabrielle shifted her gaze to her ex and revealed, “I never gave him my virginity. Somehow, I always knew, he wasn’t worthy of my purity!”
Warren, “…”
Looking at the guests, she added, “I’m glad that Camilla was there for Warren, taking care of all his desires.” She winked at Camilla and added, “She was always good at that!”
“Gaby! That’s enough!” Warren approached her again and held on to her arm tightly. “It’s time to go!”
“Oh, don’t worry, I’m leaving. My new boyfriend is waiting outside, so I do need to leave,” she revealed, while gently letting go of her arm.
She took a few seconds to glance at everyone and said, “It’s like they say, an old relationship closes and a new one, much better opens.”
“Cami, Warren, I wish you all the best.” She took a glass, still full of wine, coming from the near table and offered a toast. “To my best friend and ex-boyfriend; May the heavens treat you well as a married couple.” Her eyes turned hooded as she added, “The same way you treated me.”
Raising her glass, she closed, “Cheers!”
Es begann subtil. Miriam schrieb weiterhin sachlich. Aber die Nachrichten wurden… persönlicher im Ton. „Ava erzählt viel von euren Wochenenden.“ „Schön, dass sie so ausgeglichen wirkt.“ „Sie spricht oft von Klara.“ Keine Vorwürfe. Aber jedes Mal ein kleiner Hinweis: Ich sehe es. Julian antwortete neutral. Kurz. Klar. Doch er merkte, dass Miriam wieder genauer hinsah. ⸻ Ava begann ebenfalls anders zu erzählen. „Mama hat gefragt, ob ich Klara mehr mag als sie.“ Der Satz fiel beiläufig beim Abendessen. Besteck stoppte. Julian blieb ruhig. „Und was hast du gesagt?“ Ava zuckte mit den Schultern. „Dass man zwei Leute mögen kann.“ Klara sagte nichts. Aber ihre Hand lag plötzlich fester um das Glas. „Wie hat Mama reagiert?“, fragte Julian ruhig. „Sie hat gesagt, natürlich. Aber sie ist meine richtige Mama.“ Da war er. Der erste, leise gesetzte Marker. Julian nickte langsam. „Und das stimmt.“ Ava sah zwischen ihnen hin und her. „Aber Klara ist auch richtig.“ Klara
Es passierte zufällig. Oder zumindest fast. Julian war an diesem Freitag etwas früher an der Kita. Er wollte Ava überraschen – und vielleicht auch sich selbst beweisen, dass Normalität wieder möglich war. Er lehnte am Zaun, Hände in den Jackentaschen, als er sie sah. Miriam stand ein paar Meter entfernt. Neben ihr ein Mann. Weiße Sneaker mit Streifen. Julian erkannte ihn sofort. Tom war größer, als er erwartet hatte. Dunkles Haar, ruhige Körperhaltung. Kein übertriebener Gestus. Er wirkte nicht wie jemand, der sich beweisen musste. Sie bemerkten sich gleichzeitig. Ein kurzer Moment. Kein Ausweichen. Julian ging auf sie zu. „Hallo“, sagte er ruhig. Miriam nickte. „Julian.“ Tom trat einen halben Schritt vor. Nicht dominant. Aber klar. „Hi. Tom.“ Er streckte die Hand aus. Julian nahm sie. Fester Druck. Kein Kräftemessen. Kein Zögern. „Julian.“ Ein Blick. Einschätzung. Tom wirkte weder nervös noch überheblich. Nur präsent. „Ich habe schon viel von dir gehört“, sagte
Es war ein Dienstagabend, unspektakulär. Klara stand am Herd, rührte in der Pfanne. Julian deckte den Tisch. Ava saß auf der Arbeitsplatte und baumelte mit den Beinen. „Mama war heute nicht allein“, sagte sie plötzlich. Julian reagierte äußerlich nicht. Er stellte die Gläser ab. „Ach ja?“ „Da war Tom.“ Der Name fiel beiläufig. Als wäre er schon öfter da gewesen. Klara spürte, wie Julian einen Tick langsamer wurde. „Tom?“, fragte er ruhig. „Ja. Der hat mich von der Kita abgeholt.“ Das war neu. Julian drehte sich um. „Mama war auch da?“ „Ja, aber Tom ist mitgekommen. Der hat voll lustige Schuhe.“ Kinder merken Details. Keine Hintergründe. „Was für Schuhe?“, fragte Klara leicht. „So weiße mit Streifen. Und er riecht nach Minze.“ Julian zwang sich zu einem leichten Lächeln. „Aha.“ Ava rutschte von der Platte. „Tom hat gesagt, ich darf ihm zeigen, wie ich schwimme. Aber nur wenn Mama das will.“ Das war klug formuliert. Zu klug für einen spontanen Satz. Julian registri
Der Einzug passierte nicht an einem großen Tag. Er wuchs. Kartons standen erst im Flur, dann im Schlafzimmer. Kleidung wanderte in seinen Schrank – nicht mehr auf die freie Seite, sondern zwischen seine Sachen. Ihr Parfum stand selbstverständlich neben seinem Rasierwasser. Keine Übergangslösung mehr. „Wir sollten das offiziell machen“, sagte Klara eines Abends, während sie auf dem Boden zwischen halb ausgepackten Kisten saß. „Was heißt offiziell?“, fragte Julian. „Kein ‚Ich bleibe erstmal‘ mehr.“ Er nickte. „Dann bleib.“ Sie sah ihn an. Suchte Unsicherheit. Fand keine. ⸻ Ava reagierte schneller als erwartet. „Wo kommen die Bücher hin?“, fragte sie ernst, als Klara eine Kiste ins Regal hob. „Zu Papas oder zu meinen?“ „Zu unseren“, sagte Klara ruhig. Ava grinste zufrieden. „Dann bist du jetzt richtig hier.“ Kinder machen Dinge einfach. ⸻ Am Abend, nachdem Ava im Bett war, standen Julian und Klara im Schlafzimmer. Das Schlafzimmer, das jetzt nicht mehr nur seins war.





