TILDAIt was all falling apart—and I never saw it coming.Oscar had taken me for a fool. There was no other explanation. What kind of twisted game had he been playing? Why would he attempt to propose to me while still involved with Alicia?She had lived with him, cared for him, and had even been by his side when I thought I was the only one. She said all of this right in front of him—and he hadn’t even tried to deny a single word.I sped down the highway, ignoring the traffic signs and honking horns. My hands gripped the wheel tightly, fury and heartbreak battling inside me.If only Oscar had been honest. If only he had warned me that Alicia was back—or that she had never truly left—I could have handled this differently. I wouldn’t have felt so blindsided, so utterly humiliated.And now James and Kristie likely knew where I was. All thanks to Oscar. Everything I had tried to shield the kids from was about to catch up with us.I parked a block away from the house and jumped out before
OSCAR GRAYI dashed off, not caring about the curious stares from my workers. Let them watch—I didn’t care. Tilda didn’t need to run anymore. I was here now, and James couldn’t hurt her. I’d protect her with everything I had—everything.If anyone should be scared, it should be James and Kristie. They were the ones who wronged her. They were the ones who ought to feel shame, not Tilda.I knew the truth. Tilda never pushed me to go after Petal Towers. If anything, she made me return the house at Whalelane Quarters—for Shantel’s sake, a little girl she didn’t even owe anything to. That was who she was. Tilda was the victim, not the villain.“Tilda!” I shouted, waiting desperately for the elevator.“Sir, is something wrong?” Sam appeared behind me, concerned.I didn’t answer. I shoved past him. The elevator was too slow—I couldn’t afford to waste another second. I sprinted toward the stairs.My heart pounded violently in my chest as I flew down the steps, terror gripping me. What if... wh
TILDAI didn’t even realize someone had walked into the office. I was too caught in the whirlwind of emotions. Joy mingled with questions I couldn’t shake off.How did Oscar find out about the ring?Was he the one who bought it back? Had he done all this just to stop someone else from having it?I reached out my hand to take the ring, but his eyes remained locked on the door.There was a shift in his expression. More of regret, hesitation, perhaps even fear. Something had changed.I turned—and that was when I saw her.“Alicia Strafford,” I murmured, my eyes landing on Oscar’s ex-girlfriend.She had left years ago. What was she doing here now? And... and, I don’t want to be seen by anyone I knew. Words might get to James.Alicia walked in confidently, carrying herself with the same elegance she had back in high school. Somehow, she still managed to intimidate me.At one time, she was Kristie’s closest friend. Yet, she had never spared me a second glance back then. She always made me fe
KRISTIE“I told you it wouldn’t take long. Oscar knows better than to mess with me,” Lady Sheila bragged, her voice loud as the last of our things were being moved in.“You can leave those items right there,” Mom instructed the movers carrying in the vanity. “I’ll take them to the right place later.”Lady Sheila strode over. “Put them down gently, will you? Don’t even think about stepping into their private room,” she warned.“We’ll leave it right here,” one of the men replied.“Good. Now go bring in the rest,” Lady Sheila spoke condescendingly at him. “Don’t just stand there like statues,” she barked.“Where is James?” Mom asked, glancing around until she spotted him descending the stairs. “James, go direct the men. Show them where to place the rest of the things.”Without a word, James gave a small nod and followed the movers.“You know,” Lady Sheila said, turning to Mom with a grin, “I’ve always told Kristie to be patient. Soon, Oscar will have no choice but to submit to me.”Mom s
THIRD PERSON“Can you please pack an extra lunch for me, Miranda?” Diamond asked sweetly.“Why would you need extra lunch, Diamond?” Miranda replied, raising an eyebrow. “This is already more than enough. You barely finish your food as it is.”“Maybe just a little more today,” Diamond pleaded.“Not unless you have a good reason for this unusual request,” Miranda said firmly as she closed the lids of the food flasks.Tilda walked in, having overheard the kitchen conversation. She was curious as to why Diamond would ask for extra lunch.“I want to share with Shantel,” Diamond explained quietly.“Shantel?” Tilda repeated, surprised.Diamond turned toward her mother. “Mommy, please ask Miranda to give me more food today,” she begged.“Why do you want to share your lunch with Shantel?” Tilda asked, concerned.The request sounded oddly familiar. It reminded Tilda of her childhood with Kristie—always giving, always sacrificing, only to end up hurt. She couldn’t shake the worry that Diamond m
OSCAR GRAYI glanced around, but the room was unusually quiet. The lights were off, and even her desktop had been shut down. Had she closed and left already? I asked myself. But why would she leave so early? Surely, there were still tasks left to be completed.It was only when I pulled out my phone to call her that I noticed the time—it was past 7 p.m. I hadn’t even realized it had gotten this late.I sighed and quickly dialed Steven.“Hello, boss,” his voice came through.“I need that now, Steven,” I said, then hung up.Definitely, this will get her to forgive me.With trembling fingers, I sent her a text.TILDAI had just finished eating dinner when my phone beeped.“Mommy, it’s your phone,” Dixon said, bringing it to me.“Thanks, Dixon,” I replied as I collected the phone from him.I opened the message. It was from Oscar. It read: Can you come to my office first thing in the morning?“Who is it?” Miranda, who had been observing me the whole time, asked.I sighed. “Mr. Gray.”Immedi