MasukBETTY“Nothing!” The word slips out faster than I intend. “She was just telling me about a date she had the other day.” I glare at Lucy and silently beg her to play along.She tilts her head, a teasing spark in her eyes, and nods before turning to Rhys. “Yeah.”I mouth I’m sorry, and she gives me a small smile before pushing her chair back. “I’ll go check on the food,” she says, rising gracefully and disappearing toward the kitchen.When I look up, Rhys’s eyes are on me, skeptical and unreadable.He rests his elbows casually on the table, and I can tell he didn’t buy a single word of that.“That phone call looked intense,” I rush to fill the silence before he can.He leans back, a low hum vibrating in his throat. “Yeah, it was. Harriette asked me to help Nathaniel with something, and he’s acting like a child about it.”“Typical,” I cough through the word, and he hears the bitterness in my voice, but surprisingly, he doesn’t pry.“Yeah. Harriette really screwed me with this one.” His h
BETTYMy hair whips across my face, the breeze brushing over my cheeks as we glide down the long road into town.Rhys has one hand on the steering wheel, the other resting lazily on the edge of the window, and he looks impossibly calm, like the world outside the car belongs to him.Every now and then, I catch him stealing glances from the corner of my eye, little smirks that vanish before I can meet them, and I pretend not to notice.Back at the house, I’d done everything possible to keep space between us — sidestepped tight corners, avoided unnecessary touches, and even ignored the small moments when his hand brushed mine as if by accident.We finally arrive, and the streets hum with life — expensive cars, designer shops, and the scent of roasted coffee drifts from street cafés.He parks near the mall, and I step out quickly, fixing my hair and pretending the air between us isn’t charged.Rhys circles around the car and slides on his sunglasses with the kind of ease only men like him
BETTYBy the time the driver turns into the estate, the morning sun has already burned through the mist.I sit back in my seat, half-lost in thought, until I notice a familiar black Mustang parked outside the garage, and my brows knit. It wasn’t here when I left.I lean forward slightly, squinting through the window just as a Rhys steps from behind the car.He’s in a white vest and faded blue jeans, wiping the windshield with a cloth, the light sliding across his shoulders.His muscles shift easily under the fabric, his skin glistening with a faint sheen of sweat, his hair damp enough to look like he just stepped out of the shower.My stomach tightens, heat curling low in my belly, but I pull myself together quickly. God, what is wrong with me?I step out of the car slowly, smoothing my dress and walking toward him, pretending I’m not suddenly aware of heat starting to form between my legs.Rhys looks up as if he’s been waiting, that trademark smirk spreading across his face. “Was sta
NATHANIELThe air in the gazebo is thick with tension and the scent of roses.Harriette sits at the head of the round table, her back impossibly straight, the evening sunlight reflecting the silver in her hair.A maid comes and sets down a tray of tea and cookies before slipping away in silence, leaving only the sound of porcelain clinking softly against the saucers.Harriette finally exhales slowly, her fingers circling the rim of her cup. “I just got a call,” she says, her voice calm but carrying the weight of thunder right before a storm.My chest tightens immediately because I know that tone too well. Someone must have seen me with Amanda and told her.My throat dries, and I shift in my seat, trying to appear unaffected. Across from me, Rhys lounges back, one ankle crossed over his knee, that lazy smirk already tugging his lips like he’s been waiting for this.“What was the call about, Grandma?” he asks, his voice light and teasing.She turns to me, her sharp eyes narrowing ever s
NATHANIELI’m still on a high as I drop Amanda off and head back home with Grace in the backseat.The ice-cream date went better than I could’ve hope and I cannot get over how much Grace bonded with her.Amanda, of course, was perfect—charming, patient, and knew exactly how to make a six-year-old adore her.Watching them together, hearing their laughter, I couldn’t help but imagine the three of us as family.In the rearview mirror, I see Grace tracing shapes on the window, lost in her own world, and I decide to ask the question that has been bugging me all day.“Grace,” I call, and her eyes dart up to meet mine, bright and trusting.“Yes, Daddy?”I reach for the lollipop on the dashboard and hand it back to her. “Did you like Amanda? Do you think she was nice?” I ask, keeping my tone casual.She beams at the candy, unwrapping it quickly. “Yes, she’s nice. And pretty too.”My jaw clenches, and a small smile tugs my lips before she adds, softly, “But not as pretty as Mommy.”The smile f
BETTYI couldn’t bring myself to enter the house once I got home.I sank onto the steps leading to the main door, and I’ve been sitting here for what feels like hours, staring at the empty driveway, waiting.Grace and Nathaniel still haven’t shown up, and it’s almost five o’clock.I glance at the watch on my wrist and shake my head. “What could they possibly still be doing?”My mind does what it always does best, and I picture them sitting together at some bright little ice cream place.Grace’s laughter bubbles through the air as she digs her spoon into a shared bowl, and Amanda is sitting beside her, smiling sweetly, pretending she belongs.I can even see her feed Grace a bite, and Nathaniel laughs, imagining they are a perfect family.Maybe this is his plan—to make Grace fall in love with her first, so that when he finally throws me away, she’ll already have someone else to call mom.The thought alone makes my skin prickle and my nails dig into my palms as I grab my purse, pulling o







