MasukIt was Tuesday evening, but my mind was still stuck on Saturday morning. I stood by the window in Marcus’s cramped office and watched the city traffic moving in the streets below. The rain hammered against the glass, blurring the streetlights into streaks of yellow and red.I couldn't stop thinking about the way Cheryl looked at me when I sat in the dirt. She didn't look victorious. She looked completely guarded, like she was waiting for a trap to spring. She built massive walls around herself and her daughter, and she expected me to tear them down by force.I knew I was responsible for a lot of that pain. I walked away from her four years ago, and I had to own that mistake. But Helen’s recent PR attack proved there was a much older, darker history between the two women.Helen didn't just want to embarrass Cheryl in the media. She wanted to destroy her entirely. It went far beyond jealousy over a broken engagement. The sheer malice in the tabloid leak felt personal in a way I couldn't
The drive home from Caldwell Biotech felt twice as long as usual. I parked my car in the garage and rested my head against the steering wheel for several minutes, just listening to the engine cool down.The fight with Mr. Harris took everything out of me. Giving up five percent of our profit margin hurt, but it secured the hospital contract. I stopped them from signing with Apex Medical, and I kept my employees working. I did exactly what a CEO was supposed to do.But as I stepped out into the quiet garage, the adrenaline finally left my system. My shoulders ached. My feet throbbed from standing in heels all day, commanding a room full of men who wanted to use my personal life against me.I unlocked the front door and walked inside. The house was completely silent. Carson was working a late shift at the clinic tonight, so it was just me.I slipped my heels off by the door, incredibly grateful to finally be off my feet. I shrugged out of my heavy blazer and tossed it over the back of t
The weekend playdate gave me a false sense of security.When Brian sat in the dirt in his ruined cashmere sweater, letting my daughter teach him how to draw a blue cat, the world felt manageable. For a few quiet hours in the botanical garden, there were no paparazzi, no lawyers, and no corporate scandals. We were just three people sitting on the grass.But Monday morning came fast, and it brought reality right back with it.I walked through the glass doors of Caldwell Biotech at seven in the morning. My stomach was tied in knots. Helen’s vicious PR smear campaign might be dead in the tabloids, thanks to Brian burning her agency to the ground, but the corporate fallout was just beginning to hit.I pushed open the door to the executive boardroom.The hospital board from last year’s major acquisition was already seated around the long conference table. There were five of them, all dressed in conservative dark suits, nursing cups of black coffee. They did not look happy.Mr. Harris sat at
The words hit me harder than a physical punch.You can't buy me, Mr. Jerk.I stayed frozen on the grass. I looked at her tiny arms crossed tightly over her yellow shirt. She wasn't scared of my size or my deep voice. She was just angry. I fully expected her to light up at the sight of the toy. I thought the gold trim and the crystal lights would make her smile.Instead, she looked at me like I was an absolute fool.I stared into her dark eyes. I saw the exact same sharp, stubborn defiance I saw in Cheryl every single time we fought in the boardroom. Mira was only four years old, but she already possessed her mother's spine. Money meant absolutely nothing to her.I felt a sudden, crushing wave of embarrassment. I brought a custom-built mansion to a public park. I tried to negotiate with a toddler using my wallet. It was the only way I knew how to deal with people. If someone didn't like me, I just bought them out.I looked at the giant wooden house sitting on the dirt. It looked ridicu
The fluorescent lights in the ceiling buzzed with a low, annoying hum. I sat in the uncomfortable plastic chair and stared at the wood grain on the long conference table.I spent the whole night pacing the hardwood floors of my living room. After Brian shielded Mira at the playground and walked away without demanding a single thing, I knew the other shoe was going to drop. I braced myself for a massive lawsuit. I expected his private security team to show up at my gates with a court order from a judge he bought off.Instead, my lawyer received a polite email requesting a voluntary mediation session.Carson shifted in the chair next to me. He wore a sharp grey suit, but he already loosened his tie. He looked just as tense and exhausted as I felt."He is going to try to intimidate us," Carson muttered, keeping his voice low so my lawyer wouldn't overhear. "Do not sign anything they put on this table today. We take it back to the office and comb through every single line.""I know," I sa
HELEN'S POVThe VIP lounge at the country club was always quiet on a weekday morning.I sat in my favorite corner booth and took a sip of my champagne. The chilled glass felt good against my fingers. I leaned back against the plush velvet cushions and scrolled through the news feed on my phone.I couldn't stop smiling.The headline was everywhere. Caldwell Biotech was trending across every major social media platform, and the stock price was already starting to dip. The public was tearing Cheryl apart in the comment sections.People hated a liar, and Cheryl was the biggest liar in the city.She played the role of the perfect, untouchable CEO for four years. She walked around in her expensive suits and looked down her nose at the rest of us. Now everyone finally knew she was just hiding a bastard child behind a massive security gate.Brian fired me yesterday. He humiliated me in front of the board and kicked my father out of the company.But I knew Brian better than anyone else. He was
CHERYL'S POVMy heart hammered against my ribs, and my hands went numb. He stood two feet away from me. I had prepared myself for this exact moment for four years, yet hearing him claim my child still sent a sharp spike of fear through my veins. I forced myself to take a slow breath. I refused to
BRIAN'S POVI stood near the center of the grand ballroom while the classical music played softly in the background. Dozens of wealthy investors and corporate executives mingled around the elegant tables, but I struggled to focus on their conversations.Helen held tightly onto my left arm, and she
CHERYL'S POVThe private jet flew smoothly above the Atlantic Ocean, and I watched my four-year-old daughter negotiate with the flight attendant.Mira sat in the oversized leather seat with her tablet resting on her lap. Her dark spiral curls bounced slightly when she shook her head at the woman of
CHERYL'S POVThe taxi drove away from the Wilson estate, and I did not look back. I stared at the leather seat in front of me while the driver navigated through the quiet suburban streets. The silence in the car allowed my mind to drift backward, and the harsh memories of my high school years surfa







