Noah’s hand was small in mine as we stepped back into the house. The staff, clearly prepped by someone, greeted us with forced smiles and polite murmurs. I could tell they didn’t know whether to treat Noah like a guest or a fixture, so I took the lead."This is Noah," I said, giving his hand a little squeeze. "He’ll be staying here now. Please make him feel at home."The housekeeper nodded quickly. "Of course, ma’am. We’ve prepared the room upstairs, just as requested."I crouched to meet Noah’s eye level. "Why don’t you go explore your room? I’ll be up in a few minutes."He nodded, his face shy but excited, and followed the housekeeper up the stairs. I watched him disappear around the landing, then turned back to the front door.Eric wasn’t home yet.He hadn’t said much when we left the orphanage, and he hadn’t followed us out after the nun pulled him aside. My lawyer had left shortly after we did, offering only a curt nod and a "Call me if he tries anything." That folder from the ar
The next morning was quiet. Almost too quiet.Eric had left early, apparently to "finalize things" at the orphanage, but I knew better. He was scrambling. I gave him the evening to settle into the false security of thinking he'd won, that I’d gone along with his plan. That I was content to bring both children home without questions.But questions were coming.By the time I finished my tea and slipped into a cream blouse and slacks, I was already thinking through the details. My lawyer would meet us there. I wanted it to be official. I wanted every detail on paper.When Eric returned, he looked tired—subtly disheveled, a slight sheen of sweat at his collar. He smiled when he saw me, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Ready to go? They’re preparing the final adoption documents now.""Great," I said, picking up my handbag. "Let’s not keep them waiting."He blinked, clearly not expecting me to be so agreeable. That was the problem with people like Eric—they were too confident in their manipul
The car ride back from the orphanage was silent. Not a comfortable silence, but one thick with unspoken words, tension coiling like a snake between us.Eric sat stiffly beside me, his hands clasped too tightly on his lap, his usual smugness absent. His jaw twitched, his gaze flickering toward me every few seconds, but he said nothing.He was waiting for me to speak first. Waiting for me to justify what I had done.I stared out the window, watching the scenery blur past, my reflection faint against the glass.I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. Let him stew in it.The longer the silence stretched, the more it suffocated him. He exhaled sharply, finally breaking. "You really surprised me back there, Sydney.""Did I?" I mused, keeping my tone light. "I thought you wanted me to choose a child. I did."His smile was tight, forced. "Of course. It’s just… an interesting choice."Ah. There it was.I turned to him, tilting my head slightly. "Are you saying you don’t approve?"He let o
Eric took me to the orphanage, but it wasn’t a surprise.It loomed ahead, its stone walls worn but sturdy—the kind of place that housed too many children and not enough warmth. I stepped out of the car, smoothing down the front of my coat, my heels clicking against the pavement as Eric rounded the vehicle to meet me."You’re going to love this place," he said smoothly, placing a guiding hand at the small of my back.I resisted the urge to shake him off. Instead, I gave him a polite smile. "I’m sure I will."He had set this up carefully. Too carefully. The moment he suggested we visit an orphanage to "choose a child," I knew something was wrong. Eric wasn’t the type to leave things to chance. Every move he made was calculated. Today would be no different.A nun greeted us at the entrance, her face lined with age but her eyes kind. "Mr. and Mrs. Stanley, welcome," she said warmly, though her gaze lingered a little too knowingly on Eric. "The children are very excited to meet you. Please
Celine wiped the last of her tears away, composing herself as she pulled back from our embrace. She studied me, her brows knitted together in frustration, concern, and something else—something close to desperation."Sydney," she said, her voice firm, "you need to leave him. Now. You should've left him the moment you realized what kind of monster he is. What the hell are you still doing there?"I expected this reaction. In fact, I had counted on it. Celine had always been fiercely protective, even when we had our falling out. She was one of the few people who saw Eric for what he truly was from the start, and she had never been shy about her disdain for him.I took a deep breath, leaning back against the plush seat of the café booth we had settled into."I will, Celine," I promised. "I will get a divorce."Her eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the unspoken ‘but’ hanging in the air between us."Then what the hell is stopping you?" she demanded. "Why wait? File the damn papers and get out.
It was a beautiful day to annoy the hell out of my husband and make him feel like crap. And the best part? He wouldn’t say anything because he didn’t want to upset me.The sun was bright, the streets bustling, and I walked with purpose. For the first time in years, I didn’t tuck my head down or slip into the background like a quiet shadow. No, I walked like I wanted to be seen. Like I wanted the world to remember who I was.Cameras flashed from the corners of the high-end shopping district, and I didn’t flinch. People whispered behind their hands, their eyes widening as they recognized me. Sydney Carter, the golden princess of the Carter family, was back.I had spent the last three years avoiding attention. Keeping my head down. Playing the role of the obedient wife because it made Eric comfortable. He never liked the idea that people thought he married up. He preferred the illusion that we were equals, that his presence alone was what kept me shining. He hated that my last name carri
The morning sunlight streamed through the dining room windows as I sat quietly, stirring my tea, watching Eric from the corner of my eye.He looked tired—more so than usual. There were faint shadows under his eyes, the crease between his brows deeper than before. His hands trembled slightly as he buttered his toast, a movement so small that most wouldn’t notice. But I did.A few days had passed since I first asked about the orphanage. And still, Eric had yet to take me. He had never been this hesitant before.At first, his excuses were small, barely noticeable—he was too busy with work, or there were logistical issues with the visit. But as time stretched on, his reasons became more elaborate. Too elaborate. Something was wrong. And I knew exactly what it was.The child wasn’t from an orphanage. He never had been.Eric had slipped, and now he was scrambling to cover his tracks. But the most interesting part? He still thought he could win me over.Instead of arguing, instead of being h
The Stanley estate had never been this quiet before.Not a single snide remark from Yanique. No disdainful glances from Chairman Stanley. Even my mother-in-law, who usually had a pitiful smile plastered on her face whenever I was being berated, had retreated into silence.A full week had passed since I announced I wanted a divorce.A full week of watching them tiptoe around me as if I were a ticking time bomb. A full week of silence.They didn’t want to lose me—not yet. I was still valuable to them. My father’s influence in Prestige Global Enterprises was too great for them to risk cutting me loose. Without his backing, their grip on the business wouldn’t be as firm.It was strange, almost eerie, how the house, once filled with veiled insults and cutting remarks, had turned into something… else.The tension hadn’t disappeared—it had simply shifted. Instead of open disdain, there was cautious quiet. Instead of outright hostility, there was forced kindness.Because they still needed me.
I remembered the exact moment the accident happened. One moment I was driving home, and the next, I was in a hospital bed, hooked up to machines.I still remember the nurse’s face when she told me my husband hadn’t come to visit. After two weeks, I’m pretty sure he ended my treatments… cut me off.He had killed me too.Or, at the very least, let me die.His mistress had been there, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “He never really loved you. You were just convenient.”My heart rate went haywire, and the machines beeped wildly as she delivered the final blow.“And finally get to raise my child as my own.”Lying there, my body too weak to fight back and my mind slipping into oblivion, I thought of my father. The kind of man who had given everything for me, his only child. Prestige Global Enterprises was his legacy, and I was his world after my mother passed away. He poured his love into me and his work, and I felt foolish now that I didn’t heed his warnings. "Don’t let anyone