MasukANDREALong after Veronica and I parted ways, her presence lingered like a stain I couldn’t wash off.No matter how many times I replayed the meeting in my head, I still couldn’t fully reconcile the girl I once trusted with the woman sitting across from me today.It didn’t add up.It refused to make sense.If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes six years ago… if I hadn’t stood there, hidden and shattered, watching Veronica and Marcus together....I would have called anyone a liar for even suggesting it.That was the worst part.Not just the betrayal.But how convincing they were.How easily they slipped into roles.How naturally they lied.I leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the desk in front of me, my fingers tightening around the edge.And now I was expecting to see her again.Smile.Pretend.Act like nothing had happened.The thought alone made my stomach churn.The anniversary party.I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers to my temple.I would go. I had to.But I wouldn’t st
VERONICA“Rival?!” I repeated, the word slipping out sharper than I intended.For a split second, something cold curled in my stomach.Did she know?Andrea tilted her head slightly, watching me with that calm, almost amused expression that didn’t belong to the girl I used to know.“Yes,” she said lightly. “We work for two entirely different magazines, remember?”Ah. Right. Of course.I let out a soft laugh, the tension in my chest easing as quickly as it had come.“Oh, that’s what you meant,” I said, shaking my head as if I had overreacted for no reason. “You startled me for a second there.”Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile.“What’s got you so spooked?” she asked casually.I waved it off.“Nothing,” I said smoothly. “I just can’t imagine us being rivals.”And that part, at least, was true. Because I had no intention of letting her stand anywhere near me long enough to compete.“You plan on returning to your parents’ company, don’t you?” I added, watching her closely. “It’s
ANDREAThe next day, I found myself with an unexpected lunch break without Julian. He had left for a conference meeting without needing my assistance, which meant I had a rare moment of freedom during office hours.Deciding to take advantage of it, I stepped out of his office, my mind already drifting towards thoughts of a quiet café where I could decompress. As I closed the door behind me, I heard a familiar voice. My steps slowed, and my heart clenched painfully. Veronica was standing there, talking to Julian's secretary. My stomach tightened with a mix of surprise and dread.Although I had been expecting Veronica's visit from the moment I ran into Michael the first time, and had been bracing myself since I knew it was inevitable to see her, seeing her now, I couldn't control how I felt."I was hoping to catch up with Andrea. Is she in?" Veronica's voice carried a lilting warmth.My eyes met the secretary's, who glanced my way, and before she could respond, Veronica followed her
ANDREAThe moment I stepped into my apartment, I felt the day begin to slide off my shoulders.Outside, the city had been wrapped in heat and noise, horns blaring, people rushing, sunlight pressing heavily against the pavement. But inside, everything was cooler. Softer, safer.The quiet click of the door closing behind me sounded like relief.I leaned against it for a second, exhaling slowly.What a day! Marcus’s strange apology. Julian’s impossible insistence. The unexpected trip to Paris.My thoughts had been running in circles since I left the office, and I hadn’t realized how tired I was until that moment.Then I heard laughter drifting from the living room. Warm, familiar laughter. My lips curved instantly. I knew those voices.I kicked off my shoes and walked further inside, following the sound.When I entered the living room, the sight waiting for me made something tender stir in my chest.Diane and my Tia Patricia sat together on the couch, leaning close, completely engrossed
VERONICAAfter my call with Marcus, I didn’t contact Nicole immediately.Tempting as it was, I wasn’t stupid enough to rush.If Andrea was still there when I called, Nicole might mention it casually. Andrea might overhear my name. Worse, she might suspect I was asking around about her.No.Timing mattered.And I had always been good at timing.So I waited.One hour passed.Then another.I spent most of it pacing my living room with a glass of wine in hand, replaying everything Marcus had told me.Andrea in Julian’s office.Andrea spending a month with him.Andrea laughing in Nicole’s bakery like she belonged here.The thought alone soured my mood.How dare she come back and move through our city as if she had never burned bridges behind her?How dare she ignore me.That was the part that irritated me most.Not Marcus.Not Julian.Me.We had been inseparable once, or at least that was what everyone believed.She should have called me first. She should have explained herself. She shoul
MARCUSWaiting has never been one of my strengths.And yet there I was, seated in my car across the street from Nicole’s bakery, fingers drumming impatiently against the steering wheel while I kept my eyes fixed on the glass storefront.Andrea was still inside.Laughing.Talking.Living her life as though nothing had happened.As though she hadn’t shattered everything and walked away seven years ago.My jaw tightened.Even from a distance, I could make out her silhouette through the window. She sat comfortably at a corner table with Nicole, leaning back in her chair, smiling in a way I hadn’t seen in years.Relaxed.At ease.It irritated me more than I cared to admit.How could she look so calm after returning and turning everything upside down again?I exhaled sharply and glanced at the time on the dashboard.She had been in there longer than I expected.Boredom crept in almost immediately.And boredom usually led me to one person.Veronica.A smirk tugged at my lips as I picked up m
ANDREAThe moment his lips touched mine my body went stiff.I have heard about workplace harassment and how powerful people love to abuse their power.But never would I have thought that I would be a victim of this. I would never have imagined that someone like Julian Rhodes could behave this way.
JULIAN“Hey! You should keep your eyes on the road, mister,” I heard a tiny little voice beneath me and I looked up from my phone.“Oh my goodness, my apologies,” I said when I realized I almost stumbled on her because I was so engrossed with the numerous emails I was trying to catch up with.My ey
ANDREAIt's been exactly seven years since I walked out of my uncle's house and left the country the morning of my graduation ceremony and the eve of my engagement ceremony.I have returned with Diane, my six years old daughter. Seven years ago, I not only left my home, I left my country, and now I
JULIAN“Good morning, Mr. Rhodes,” I'm seated behind my desk with my head bent over my laptop when my secretary ushered in the visitor I had an appointment with this morning.I raised up my head when I heard the familiar voice I couldn't quite place. I was completely surprised when I met her gaze.







