“I should have known that fool would side with Jessica. What a punk.” Ethan said as he walked out of the club. He always knew that somewhere deep down in Kelvin’s heart he felt something for Jessica but couldn’t speak up because she was with him.
Somehow, Ethan’s mind was ravaged with questions and thoughts about divorcing Jessica for Olivia. He knew she was high maintenance and loved all the expensive things of life and she was about to become his wife so he was willing to take up the challenge. Jessica was a good wife, always there for him even though he never truly needed her or cared for her. She made sure he was happy even when it was at the expense of her own happiness. What a pity. He decided to return back to his home after a sour celebration with his friend, Kelvin, to be with the woman his heart longed for. He decided to stop by a flower shop to pick up flowers for the woman who carried his child in her womb. To him, no one else cared and loved him like she did, not even his parents else they wouldn’t have arranged for a marriage with Jessica who he didn’t love one bit. When he arrived home, Olivia opened the door and ran towards him, her knight in shining armor had returned. She had been expecting his return and was glad to see him with the flowers and gifts in his arms. “Babe!” Olivia happily screamed as she saw the beautiful things Ethan had gotten for her. She looked like a baby that was glad to see her dad after a long day away from him. “Hey beautiful.” He said as he planted a kiss on her fore head. “Go easy on yourself, you know you’re carrying the next heir to our empire.” “Our empire?” she asked as her eyes shone brightly in surprise to the statement he had just made. “Of course. Whatever I have is yours.” Ethan replied with a smirk on his face as he tugged on her cheek with his hand. Ethan held onto the gifts as she took the flowers away from him to have a scent of it. He led her into their home as gentle as possible because he wanted no complications to happen. He still knew he had to talk and prep her for the events that were about to unfold in the coming days. “Love? Do you have a minute?” Ethan asked his soon to be bride and led her to sofa for a conversation. “Is everything okay, pookie?.” She responded with frown on her face as she pouted her lips like a child. “My parents. They are gonna kick against us, so I need you to be prepared to fight for us. No matter what.” Ethan mumbled as he spoke to her hoping she wouldn’t give up on what they had as he had already fallen deeply in love. “Pookie, you should know that I’m not so easy to chase away. I’ll stand by your side and fight for us no matter what.” Olivia reassured him as she held his chin in her hand and played with his beards. “Alrigth that’s good to know. I received a text from the family lawyer saying he would be sending the divorce documents to me.” Ethan announced to Olivia who was visibly surprised that it was happening so fast. “Does that mean Jessica already signed it?” she asked, nudging him to give her a quick answer. “Yes, yes, yes. Relax love.” He answered happily and watched her face light up with joy as she heard his reply. Olivia reached out for a hug as she realized that her competition had decided to leave so she could assume the role of Ethan’s wife. She looked into his eyes and mumbled “I love you” under her breath before flicking her fingers on his lips as if wiping something off it. This is all she had wanted for the past five years and it was finally happening and she was going to have a child to boast with. “We are going to come out on top after this divorce. I will always be by your side making you happy everyday.” Olivia declared, holding Ethan’s hand firmly. Ethan loved this about Olivia, she knew how to motivate him when he was sad and knew just the right words to say to make him feel better. She always made sure she showed him that her stance was with him whenever they had any sort of problem.The front door swung open with the sound of rolling suitcases scraping lightly against the entryway tiles. Jessica’s head snapped up from the dining table, her pulse leaping. She hadn’t expected them home for another two days.“Mom? Dad?” Her voice carried surprise in it as she rushed forward. She wrapped her arms around Janet first, then Joseph. “You’re back early. I thought you weren’t due to come back until the weekend.”Janet returned the hug quickly, but her eyes were already wandering. The moment they landed on the living room, her smile dropped away like a mask. Ethan stood there awkwardly, shoulders tensed up, hands buried in his pockets. Avery hovered close to him, her cheeks pink and her eyes still glossy with tears.Janet’s lips thinned, her voice sharp as a whip. “What’s he doing here?” Her gaze darted to her granddaughter. “And why is Avery crying behind him?”Ethan straightened immediately, forcing a polite smile even as discomfort rippled through him. “Good evening
The dining table was a battlefield of supplies; tubes of glue, scattered scissors, and stacks of colored paper spilling across the wood. Jessica straightened the poster board at the centre with deliberate precision, her movements sharp, her tone brisk.“We’ll keep it simple,” she said, tapping the board as though stamping it with authority. “Poster board, neat markers, maybe a title with glitter if Avery insists on it. Easy to handle. Manageable.”Ethan leaned back in his chair, his arms stretching over the backrest like he had all the time in the world. A half-smile tugged at his lips, both amused and challenging. “Simple won’t cut it, Jess. You’re thinking too small. This has to stand out. A 3D volcano, or maybe a moving solar system. Something that makes the judges stop and her peers stare.”Jessica’s head snapped up, eyes narrowing. Her arms folded tight against her chest, like she was shielding herself. “This isn’t about you winning, Ethan. It’s about Avery learning. It’s abou
The morning sun made its way through the windshield, covering the eyes of everyone in the vehicle. Jessica’s fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly, the leather feeling smooth under her palms, her eyes fixed on the road in front of her. The steady hum of the engine was the only sound until Avery’s small voice rose from the back seat, cutting through the calm ride.“Daddy,” she asked, her tone curious, “why don’t you live with us?”Jessica’s heart thudded at the sound of her question. Her shoulders stiffened, and for a moment she thought about pretending she hadn’t heard what her daughter had said. But Avery’s wide eyes blinked at her through the rearview mirror, expectant for an answer.She forced her voice into something light, careful. “That’s not how all families work sometimes, honey. Some mommies and daddies live in different houses, but they both love their children very much.”Avery frowned, kicking the back of Jessica’s seat gently with her sneakers. “So… we’re still a fam
The skillet hissed and spat, the smell of butter saturating the small kitchen. Ethan leaned casually against the counter where he worked, flipping a pancake with a flick of his wrist, looking far too self-assured for Jessica’s liking.Jessica’s eyes narrowed as she watched the golden part of the pancake soak up another pat of melting butter. With her arms folded, she shifted her weight to one hip. “You’re drowning those pancakes in butter,” she said, her tone sharp enough to slice through the sizzling noise it was making.Without looking up, Ethan smirked. “Relax. I know what I’m doing here. I promise.”Jessica pushed off the counter, stepping closer until she could see the uneven stack he had already plated. Some were too thick, others had lopsided edges, like they’d been rushed. Her voice sharpened. “They’re too thick and some are uneven. Avery’s not going to like them.”This time, Ethan turned his head, his eyes calm but teasing, the kind of look that used to disarm her a few y
Jessica paused in the hallway, her hand tightening around the edge of Avery’s doorframe as soft giggles rang out. It wasn’t the tired mumble of a child about to fall asleep, it was bright, bubbling laughter, the kind that meant bedtime had been completely forgotten. Her lips pressed together. She already knew who was responsible.Pushing the door open, she stopped. The carpet was a sea of coloured papers, safety scissors, glue sticks, and half-crumpled attempts at shapes. In the middle of it sat Avery, her cheeks flushed pink with delight, while Ethan leaned over her, guiding her hands in folding a huge sheet of paper.“Like this,” Ethan said, his voice gentle. “Fold it carefully, and then. See? It looks like a wing.”Avery gasped, her little eyes shining. “It’s a butterfly! Daddy, it’s so big!”Jessica crossed her arms, her figure casting a shadow over the mess. “What exactly is this?”The laughter died. Ethan looked up, caught in the act, a sheepish smile tugging at his mouth.
Ethan’s car slid into the company’s private driveway, the engine purring and coming to a stop as he cut the ignition off. His fingers drummed against the steering wheel before he finally summoned the courage to force himself out. The towering glass building loomed above him, its mirrored surface catching the late afternoon light. Normally, he carried himself with the quiet authority of someone who was born into the Mitchell legacy, but today a knot of nerves tugged at his stomach.The familiar marble lobby echoed with the sharp clicks of his polished shoes as he strode across it, greeting no one, eyes fixed on the elevator just ahead of him. Inside, the doors closed him in, and the silence was suffocating. He tugged at his tie, muttering under his breath.“Why now? What’s he going to say this time?”His knuckles tapped against the elevator’s railing, a steady rhythm of unease. With a sigh, he slipped his phone out of his pocket and put it on. The screen lit up with his new wallpape