LOGINWren pulled off her clothes and took a much needed bath in the jacuzzi, she sat inside, enjoying the way the water bubbled against her skin, there was soft music playing in the background as she sat inside,
“Ugh,” she sighed, closing her eyes in relief. Unable to believe she had gone this long without a soak in the jacuzzi.
Suddenly, a notification ran through, interrupting her moment of peace. She groaned in annoyance, rolling her eyes as she picked up her phone.
It was a text from Felix.
What drawer did you keep my underwear in? He asked and Wren scoffed in disbelief.
Did this man not understand the concept of a divorce? What made him think he could talk to her like she was still his maid?
Wren blocked his number immediately, still annoyed that he had cut through her peaceful thoughts.
How could that man remain such a nuisance even after they had split ways?
Wren decided not to allow him ruin her mood, she finished her bath and put on her favorite silk nightwear before falling into bed.
Sleep came easily for Wren that night, now that she wasn’t expecting love from anyone else.
She woke up the next morning by past ten. It felt good to sleep in for the first time in a long time. She took another long shower, before she had her breakfast.
Afterwards, she sat in the living room, with another glass of wine in her hand, and the TV remote in another, scrolling through channels with a bored expression.
Being a newly divorced woman is boring, Wren admitted with a smile. If she was still in Felix’s house by now, he would have hounded her over breakfast, complaining that her eggs were overcooked and Simone would have agreed, while scarfing down the so-called overcooked eggs.
They would have had up to five arguments by now and Wren would have remained in her room, trying to avoid them for the rest of the day.
But now, she was free. Free to do everything that she had sacrificed for three years.
Her eyes fell to her phone, suddenly thinking of her childhood friend that she hadn’t spoken to in ages—Grace.
Grace had cut ties with her when she insisted on marrying Felix, now if she called her, she knew what she was going to say in that annoying voice of hers that she loved and hated. “I told you so”.
But Wren missed her friend, so her pride didn’t matter right now.
She scrolled through her contacts until she found Grace’s number and dialed it. Her heart was racing as she watched the phone ring.
What if she didn’t pick?
What if she still wanted nothing to do with her?
Her anxious thoughts came to a stop as Grace picked the call.
“Hello, who is this?” Grace asked in a blunt tone.
Wren scoffed, holding back a smile. “It’s me.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t have anyone named me in my contacts.”
“Are you serious right now?” Wren laughed. “Grace, it is me. Wren.”
Grace went silent for a moment. “I see, so why did you call? Have you finally gotten enough sense to leave that loser?”
“Yeah, I left him,” Wren laughed incredulously, still in a daze of what had transpired in the past week. She had actually divorced that man.
Grace gasped, placing a hand on her mouth. She hadn’t been expecting to hear that. “Oh my gosh, are you freaking serious?”
“Yeah,” Wren replied, still laughing.
“You left him?”
“I left him.”
“I can’t believe it, the last time we spoke I thought you were going to follow that man to his grave,” Grace commented and Wren squirmed, remembering just how crazy in love she had been with him.
“I thought so too,” She replied, cringing. “God, I was such a fool.”
“I agree,” Grace said a bit too quickly.
“I have really missed you, you know,” Wren said sincerely, remembering how long it had been since she last saw her.
I know, I tend to leave that impression on people,” she replied cockily and Wren rolled her eyes.
“In fact, what are you doing tonight?” Grace asked her suddenly.
“I am watching some shows, trying to catch up on everything I missed,” Wren replied, changing the TV channel.
Grace frowned in distaste. “That sounds really pathetic.”
“I know,” she replied, groaning.
“I have a social banquet tonight, so let’s go together,” Grace said and Wren wanted to cry out in relief.
“That would be amazing.”
“I know right, it’s been so long since we hung out and I have to admit, I missed you too,” Grace revealed, leaving Wren with a tug of emotion in my chest.
“We are going to have so much fun tonight.”
“I agree,” Grace replied with a knowing smile.
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Grace came to pick her by eight that night.
She stepped out of her car, dressed flamboyantly in a sparkling silver dress that clung to her body like second skin with an imported black fur coat around her shoulders.
“You look amazing,” Wren gushed, running in her heels to hug her friend.
“And you look even better,” Grace said as they pulled apart, her green eyes scanning her body critically. “Even losing weight works well on you.”
“I lost weight because that bastard used to lock the fridge,” Wren revealed and Grace turned to her in shock.
“What a cheap skate.”
“No honestly, he is such a jerk and I hate that it took me so long to see it,” Wren said, feeling a ball of regret squeeze down her chest.
“Let’s forget about him,” she said, dragging Wren to her car.
But Grace didn’t take her advice, on the drive, she kept going off about Felix and how much she hated while Wren watched her friend, smiling at her animated expressions.
“But if it makes you feel any better,” Grace suddenly said. “Simone got herself humiliated yesterday.”
“Oh really?” Wren asked, even though she honestly couldn’t give a damn about that girl.
“Yeah, it turns out that the man she has been chasing all over the city is actually my friend, Hugo. Yesterday, he had had enough of her harassment and so he basically told her off in front of the entire gathering.”
“Damn, that must have been so embarrassing,”
“Oh it was,” Grace laughed. “I doubt she would be able to raise her head in society again.”
Wren was smiling at the thought when Grace suddenly placed a hand over hers. “But on a more serious note, I am glad your eyes finally opened and you left him, he never deserved you.”
The sincere look in Grace’s eyes made Wren lean closer and hug her friend. She had truly missed Grace, being with her now made her wonder how she was able to drift away from her in the first place.
Grace laughed against her hair, “Don’t get all sentimental now or you will ruin my makeup.”
“I don’t care,” Wren replied with a smile
The banquet was buzzing with activity when they arrived, Wren felt at ease with Grace by her side.
They both grabbed a glass of wine, watching the various people.
“That is the CEO of Frances Technology, and he is single," Grace said, glancing at a tall middle aged man.
“Why are you telling me this?” Wren asked her friend who shrugged.
“Because you need a good rebound right now.”
Suddenly, a tall striking man, who looked a bit younger than her approached them.
“Would you be interested in dancing with me?” he asked, stretching a hand towards Wren as the music in the ballroom changed into something slower.
Wren stared at the man in surprise, glancing at Grace to know what to do.
Grace’s expression screamed louder than words: Go. Dance. Flirt. Forget Felix. And if it leads to you taking your panties off, all the better.
Before Wren could resist, the man pulled her into his arms, guiding her to the center of the floor with a smile.
“I overheard your friend talking about you needing a rebound,” he said as they danced.
Wren raised a questioning brow. “So you came to save me?”
“No, it is more like I saw a chance and I took it,” he replied and Wren laughed, feeling a bit at ease around him.
He was charming and audacious and that was a combination that she needed right now.
All of a sudden, a hand gripped her arm and pulled her away from her dance partner.
Wren gasped in surprise, turning to see who had grabbed her only to find the last person she expected to see.
Wren had assumed that her silence on the matter communicated everything that needed to be said to her father. That she would rather set herself on fire than fall into that trap twice. Jonathan, of all people, should be on board with that. He was the loudest voice against her marriage to Felix three years ago.So what changed?“I want to believe that you rejected their proposal,” Wren said.Jonathan sighed. “I’ve never told you this, but the Morells and the Ellingtons go way back, even before you were born.”That information was both surprising and not. Wren could feel the slow slide of a knife out of its sheath.“What does that have to do with anything?”Something told Wren a trap was about to be laid at her feet. But she remained seated and listened anyway. Mostly because she understood that leaving now would only delay the inevitable.“Your grandfather and Ashton Morell (Felix’s late grandfath
The door to Jonathan Ellington’s private lounge sighed shut behind Wren, sealing her in a vault of silence. A room most of the household staff never set foot in, and one that Wren herself could count on a single hand how many times she had entered as a child.Her father stood at a low table of hematite, pouring cognac into a glass. He didn’t turn as she entered, and his focus was absolute, as if the act of decanting liquor demanded monastic devotion. Jonathan Ellington at sixty-three was still an imposing figure, not in the brutish sense. His greying hair was swept back from a face that had aged well, too well perhaps.The sound of liquid meeting glass was the only one in the room for a couple of seconds Jonathan looked at her.“Cognac,” he said. He poured a second glass without waiting for her response.Wren did not move away from her position near the door. The room itself was tastefully sparse with nothing so predictable as oak panels and hunting portraits. Jonathan always favoured
Dinner unfolded in the cavernous Ellington dining room, and amidst it, under the eyes of everyone else she had hoped to forever escape from, Wren felt like an exhibit pinned under their glares.Jonathan, carving the roast beef on his plate, started, “Omar made sure to brief me about how resourceful you’ve been in the MHM acquisition. Impressive.” A worker now placed a portion of the same beef in front of Wren. His praise sounded as dry as a stock report if you asked Wren.“And this Solace Heights development was an unconventional approach.”“A profitable approach, clearly,” Wren corrected.“Mm,” Jonathan chewed and then swallowed.“She’s been absolutely remarkable,” Anthonia interjected with a warmth that made Wren’s skin crawl. “Hasn’t she, darling? When I read about the groundbreaking ceremony in Architectural Digest, I told Jonathan—I said, that’s our Wre
How ironically strange was it that the weather was looking so bad at the exact time she was returning home?16-year-old Wren, under a similar rain had run away from home with nothing but a small duffel bag, with a heart full of so much despair. She has promised herself she would become someone who never had to come back. Funny how that promise worked out.There was already an SUV waiting for them at the private terminal, and a figure holding an umbrella by the rear door.After some formalities, they headed straight for the car. It was comfortably warm inside.And as soon as Wren was in, Kael said to her, “Gimme a minute,” and then he looked through the passenger window, to the driver, “Don’t take your eyes off her till I’m back.”“Kael?” Wren followed his retreating figure with a slow turn of her head. He was headed towards a small convenience store at the edge of the terminal.She was still smiling faintl
William forced himself to look away again. This was ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. Grace loved him. This was her job. Nathan was just a colleague, nothing more. But the uncomfortable feeling in his chest didn’t go away.“Cut! Perfect! That’s the one!” The director’s voice rang out, triumphant. “Grace, Nathan, that was beautiful. Let’s break for the day.”The fake rain stopped abruptly and the set lights came up. The crew burst into motion, people rushing around with equipment and clipboards and the general organised chaos of a production wrapping for the day.Grace stepped out of the frame, and someone immediately appeared with a towel, which she covered her hair with and soaked out water, then someone else started drying it with a dryer. Then she spotted William and her face lit up, she ran to him.“William!” She crashed into him with the enthusiasm of a golden retriever, throwing her arms around
“What kind do you think she would like?” the florist with kind eyes and dirt under her fingernails asked after William had just walked into her bouquet shop.William looked at the different options available. Grace wasn’t a roses kind of woman. She liked things that surprised her“Those,” he pointed to some pale pink peonies mixed with white ranunculus and delicate sprigs of eucalyptus. “Can you make something with those?”The florist smiled like he’d passed some kind of invisible test. “Good choice. Peonies mean compassion and romance. Ranunculus means radiant charm“Perfect,” William agreed even though he wasn’t really concerned about all that. As long as Grace would love them. He paid and carried the bouquet out to his car, sitting it on the passenger seat like a fragile passenger.Grace would be wrapping up her first week of filming soon. He had promised to pick her up and take her somewhere nice to celebrate. Grace had been both excited and nervous about getting a role in the mov







