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Time's Ticking

Auteur: Quillian Dark
last update Dernière mise à jour: 2024-12-30 21:50:12

Jessica sat at the edge of her chair, hands cleaned tightly around her cup of tea making her knuckles turn white. The steam turned in the air, but the tea inside the cup had become cold, forgotten due to her nerves. Lois stood a few feet away from her, flipping through a binder filled with notes, legal jargon and a few highlighted sections.

“Jessica,” Lois said, her voice bold but not unkind to her friend. “I need you to focus. Tomorrow isn’t just going to be about formality. The jury will decide Avery’s future. I need you to be prepared to answer their questions properly.”

Jessica nodded, but her gaze was still fixed on the floor. Across the room, Ricky leaned against the wall, his arms crossed with a confidence hovering around him that she wished she had right now.

Lois sighed, pulling out a chair across from where Jessica sat. She leaned forward, placing her hands on the table. “Let’s try again. What will you say when you are asked if you would like to co-parent with Ethan?”

Jessic
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  • The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon   PROMISE KEEPER

    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.

  • The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon   THIS ONE TIME

    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

  • The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon   PROMISE KEEPER

    Ethan’s black car slid smoothly into a spot near the entrance of the mall. The moment he opened his car door and stepped out, tall and composed in his crisp shirt, Avery’s eyes lit up with joy.“Daddy!” she squealed, slipping her hand from Jessica’s grip before her mother could catch her.“Avery, wait!” Jessica started, but the little girl was already running full speed.Ethan bent just in time, scooping his daughter into his arms and spinning her in the air. Avery’s laughter rang loud, echoing across the lot as Ethan grinned with joy. “There’s my girl! Did you miss me this much?”“Yes! So much!” she giggled, clinging to his neck.By the time he carried her back to where Jessica waited, the brightness on Jessica’s face was a practised mask. Her smile was polite, but her eyes flickered with something that looked like annoyance.“Mommy, I’m sorry,” Avery said quickly, wrapping an arm around Jessica’s waist. “Please, forgive me.”Jessica exhaled, softening slightly. She brushed Av

  • The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon   HAPPY FAMILY

    The clinking of cutlery against plates filled the quiet dining room until Avery bowed her head down, small fingers folded together to pray. “Thank You, God, for the food,” she said softly, eyes squeezed shut. “And thank You because Daddy is finally eating with us tonight.”Jessica’s throat tightened. Her daughter’s prayer was so innocent, so disarming, yet it hit her in the face with the force of a tidal wave. She kept her gaze fixed on her plate, lips pressed together, while her chest was filling up with emotions that she refused to show.Ethan glanced at Jessica, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression before his gaze shifted back to Avery. “Amen,” he said quietly.“Amen,” Jessica echoed, forcing her voice steady.The three of them dug their cutlery into their food, silence stretching thin until Avery perked up, her eyes bright with curiosity. “Daddy, can you tell me a story about when you were little? Maybe when you did a school project with your dad?”“Avery,” Jes

  • The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon   RUB MINDS

    The kitchen smelled faintly of coffee, its warmth blending with the sharper tang of lemon dish soap that had been used earlier. Sunlight slid across the table, hitting Jessica’s open laptop. On the screen, a cheerful blog displayed rows of “Budget-Friendly School Fair Projects,” each photo showing smiling parents and kids holding popsicle stick crafts, paper crowns, or jars of homemade slime. That was the pace she wanted she wanted Avery to go in, something manageable, affordable, and something Avery could proudly say she’d done herself.The front door creaked open.Jessica glanced up to see Ethan step inside, holding a sketchpad in his hand, the faint scent of rain clinging to his jacket. His hair was damp at the edges, and there was an energy about him for some reason. It felt bright for this early in the day.“I’m right on time,” he said with a smirk, as though punctuality was a personal victory to him that meant something.Jessica didn’t look away from the laptop. “You want a

  • The Billionaire's Ex-wife is a Fashion Icon   SCHOOL BELLS

    Jessica nudged the car door closed with her hip, juggling a paper cup of coffee in one hand and Avery’s purple backpack in the other. The school’s front walkway still glistened from last night’s rain, the air cool and smelling faintly of wet pavement and pencil shavings.Avery skipped a step ahead, humming some tune only she knew from one of her TV shows. Jessica followed, sipping her coffee, already mentally mapping out her day. She was going to do some laundry, a client call, and groceries, but it all disappeared when a voice called out.“Morning, Jessica!” Mrs. Diaz, who always wore a smile of sunshine on her face and warm cardigans, waved from near the classroom door. “Don’t forget, the parents’ meeting with the school staff starts in a few minutes!”Jessica froze mid-step. “The what? A meeting?”Mrs. Diaz’s eyebrows lifted in mild surprise. “Yes, for the Parent–Children Creativity Fair. It’s today in the school’s auditorium.” She gestured toward the double doors down the hall

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