LOGINThe late afternoon sun painted the sky in shades of gold and orange, as gentle waves rolled onto the white sand. Rows of ivory chairs faced a simple wooden arch draped in flowing white fabric and fresh white roses. Their closest family and friends filled the seats, smiles mixing with quiet tears as they waited.This wasn't just another wedding— It was something far more meaningful.It was a promise… made by two people who had discovered that love wasn't measured by perfect days, but by the decision to stay when life became unbearably difficult.Xander stood beneath the arch, adjusting his cufflinks for what had to be the hundredth time.His brother chuckled."Nervous?"Xander smiled."I've married her once,” he looked toward the path lined with white petals, “but this somehow feels bigger."Xander lifted his head as “I Get To Love You by Ruelle” drifted across the beach. Every head turned to find Ava in her elegant, timeless, yet whimsical gown. The breeze played gently with her ve
Xander's POVPeople always said time healed all wounds… they lied.Time didn't heal anything— it simply taught the heart how to understand and heal from the pain it feels. At least, that was what Xander thought, and he learned that the hard way.The waiter led him to their usual table by the window he had made reservations for earlier.It overlooked the city skyline— the same skyline he and Ava had admired countless times over candlelit dinners, stolen kisses, anniversary celebrations, and late-night conversations about dreams that once felt impossible.Funny how a place could hold so many beautiful, and some painful memories. He adjusted the cuff of his navy suit and glanced at his watch for what had to be the tenth time.He wasn't nervous… that was what he kept telling myself.After everything they’d survived, waiting for his wife to walk through a restaurant door shouldn't have made his heart race.Yet it did. Especially because of everything they’d been through. The soft chime a
The cafe used to be their place…A sanctuary after exhausting board meetings, disastrous dates, or long workweeks. They had shared many laughs and silences here. Today, it didn’t feel the same. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee didn’t soothe her feelings like it usually did. Ava dressed in a tailored cream blazer over a silk blouse, her dark trousers perfectly pressed, stepped into the cafe. Every inch of her reflected the composed CEO she once was.Harper was already seated by the window.For a brief moment, Ava barely recognized her. The vibrant woman who had once lit up every room now looked worn down by sleepless nights and regret. Dark circles shadowed her eyes. Her usually flawless hair was hastily tied back, loose strands framing a pale face.A silk scarf was wrapped tightly around her neck. It did little to conceal the angry red bruises peeking beneath the fabric.Ava's first instinct was to ask if she was alright.The question rose to her lips… then died almost immediatel
The apartment door slammed so hard the walls rattled. Tristan stormed inside without looking back. His tie hung around his neck and his shirt was stained. One sleeve was torn where security had grabbed him. The cracked screen of his phone lit up and buzzed nonstop. As he attempted to switch off his phone, Harper came out of the room, he saw her and instantly went berserk on her. "Are you happy now?" He said, his voice thundering through the apartment. "You've ruined everything!" Harper stared at him in disbelief. "I ruined everything?" She laughed bitterly. "Are you seriously blaming me right now?" "I told you to stay quiet!" He spat back. "I did!" She returned sharply. "I told you not to panic!" "I didn't panic Tristan!" "You called me twenty-three times!" "Because every news station in the country is talking about you!" She screamed at him. She pointed toward the television where another report about TMP was playing. "They're saying you're facing fraud
"Let me go!" Tristan's furious voice echoed through the executive floor as two security guards gripped him by the arms, dragging him toward the elevators."This is illegal!""You idiots have no idea what you've just done!"He twisted violently, trying to free himself."You'll regret this!"Employees stepped out of their offices with their phones, whispering amongst themselves as the once-respected executive was hauled through the corridors like a common criminal.Tristan caught sight of them and laughed bitterly."Go on!""Record it. I’m the villain you think I am!” He spat on the polished floor."Pathetic."The elevator doors slid open.The guards shoved him inside without another word.The lobby was even worse. Security escorted him through the revolving doors as camera flashes erupted outside.Reporters had arrived astonishingly fast. Questions flew from every direction."Mr. Cross, did you embezzle company funds?""Did you frame Mrs. Moore?""Are the Swiss account allegations tr
The boardroom had never felt so divided.Twenty-three executives occupied their usual seats around the polished chestnut table, but the atmosphere was far from ideal.Today, every conversation centered around one name.Ava Moore.The CEO's chair remained empty. An uncomfortable reminder that its owner hadn't stepped foot inside TMP Inc. in six days.Six days without a meeting or a statement. Six days without a single response to the countless emails, calls, and legal notices sent her way.Murmurs spread across the room."This is unacceptable.""She's abandoned the company.""We can't continue like this.""What happens if the media gets hold of this?"The Proprietor remained silent at the head of the table, allowing every opinion to be heard before speaking.Beside the empty CEO's chair sat Tristan Cross. Calm, collected, and perfectly dressed. If anyone looked closely enough, they would've noticed the faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.Everything was unfolding exactly as







