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I was dressed and out the door earlier than I needed to be, the drive to the venue quiet as I guided the car through the clear morning traffic. The sun was just rising over the city lines, but my mind was circling back to her more than once despite everything else waiting for me that day.
I had spent the last forty-eight hours checking the design workstations and tracking her inactive profile on her social networks.
LEILAI turned to face him, keeping my expression composed.Up close, Karl looked exactly as I remembered him. The same sharp features. The same confident posture. The same eyes that had once made it difficult for me to remember all the reasons I should walk away from him.For a brief moment, the familiarity caught me off guard. Then I reminded myself that the man standing before me was part of a life I had already left behind.His gaze moved over my face, lingering before settling on mine. Something shifted in his expression, but I had no interest in figuring out what it meant.“You look beautiful, Leila.”“Thank you, Mr. Hawthorne,” I replied with a polite smile. I turned and continued toward the exit.My heels clicked against the polished floor, and the music from the ballroom followed me into the corridor. I had barely taken a few steps when I heard his footsteps behind me.“Leila, please. Can we talk?” He quickened his pace until he was walking beside me. “I just need a few minut
LEILAThe makeup artist tilted my chin toward the light. “One last touch, Mrs Stonne.”The sound of music drifted through the dressing room, mixing with my team's voices and the distant hum of guests arriving downstairs. My gown shimmered under the lights, its elegant neckline leaving my neck bare. My hair was swept into an updo, and the makeup artist brushed the final touch of color across my lips.“Perfect,” she whispered, stepping back. “Absolutely perfect.”Before I could admire the result, the door opened, and Doreen hurried inside with a delivery woman carrying a large gift box and a bouquet of white orchids.“Delivery for Mrs Stonne,” the woman announced.My smile widened at the sight of the flowers. White orchids. My favorite.Of course. George. Who else would remember something so small and make it feel so special?Doreen sighed dramatically. “How I wish George would leave you for me. A man like that is wasted on you.”I burst out laughing, shaking my head at her. “Doreen!”“
KARLLeila's face filled the television screen.I sat on my couch, a glass of wine in my hand, watching an interview about the museum she had spent the past two years working on.She looked beautiful in her fitted cream dress, her hair falling neatly over her shoulders. There was a confidence in her voice that hadn't been there when we were married. She spoke about the museum's design, the challenges she had overcome, and what the completed project meant to her.And I was proud of her.The interviewer asked her what she hoped people would remember about the project.Leila smiled. “I want people to walk through the museum and feel that every detail has a purpose. I want them to see the work behind it and understand that something meaningful can be built even when the process isn't easy.”I lowered my glass.For a moment, I forgot about the room around me. I was back in the days when I could have sat across from her at dinner and listened to her talk about her work. Back when she would
GEORGETwo Years Later........Leila had been busy preparing for the museum’s grand opening, leaving me in charge of Mila for most of the day.If anything, I enjoyed having my daughter all to myself. She had kept me busy since morning, demanding my attention every few minutes and refusing to let me out of her sight. By the time she finally fell asleep, I felt as though I had just survived a battle.I carried her into the bedroom and lowered her carefully onto the bed. She stirred, her tiny fingers curling around the edge of her blanket, but she didn’t wake. I smiled and brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead.“Finally,” I whispered. I had barely straightened when someone knocked at the door. I frowned as I stepped out of the bedroom, closed the door quietly behind me, and went to answer it.Theodore’s lawyer stood outside. For a second, neither of us spoke. I hadn’t seen him since the day Theodore was laid to rest, and I certainly hadn’t expected him to show up at my house.
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LEILA“You’re in the hospital, Leila.” His fingers tightened gently around mine. “You’re safe. The baby is safe, too.”The baby.My eyes widened as everything came rushing back. The pain in my stomach. The office. The terrifying ride to the hospital. Then nothing.“Where is my baby?” I tried to sit up, but a wave of weakness forced me back against the pillow.“Easy.” George moved closer, his hand hovering near my shoulder. “I’ll get someone to bring her to you.”He pressed the call button beside the bed. A nurse arrived a few minutes later, checked my condition, and smiled.“She’s doing well,” she assured me. “She’s been checked over, and there’s nothing to worry about at the moment. We’ll bring her in for you.”I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.Tears slipped down my
EVELINA The notification was still on my screen when I woke up.CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE QUALIFIED FOR THE APEX URBAN PRIZE. Final submission window: 7 days.I stared at it through a few hours of broken sleep and the dull ache climbing up the back of my neck.Outside the studio windows, the sky h
EVELINA The door opened.Aria Vance walked in with one hand resting lightly on Julian’s arm. She glanced around the table easily, already smiling before anyone spoke.Julian looked across the room. His eyes passed over me without stopping before settling on his parents.“Dad. Mum.” A beat. “ This
EVELINA The corridor felt different when I stepped out of Dr. Yuen’s office.People were moving faster. Reception staff straightened behind their desks. Nurses glanced toward the entrance like they were expecting someone important.A name passed quietly through the hallway. “Aria Vance.”I kept wa
EVELINA “Sign them whenever you’re ready.”A white envelope landed on my keyboard. For a second, I thought it was another batch of revisions from Sterling Group. Then I saw the words on the front.Divorce Agreement.Julian Sterling stood across from me in his charcoal suit, still buttoned up. His







