Something must be wrong with him, right?Something must be wrong with Arlo Covelli. He's either lost his mind or his memories. It is impossible to remember everything he did to me and still shows up here making claims to me and my son.As much as I tried to keep my calm, his presence suffocated me. That intoxicating aura of his wrapped around me making me exasperated. His words hit me like a punch, the ground shifting beneath my feet. "I don't care how much you hate me, Ivory. You both belong to me."I felt my calm cracking. How dare he?!How dare he?! What happened to karma? Why isn’t he raining fire and brimstones on this man? What happened to guilt? What happened to regret? Why wasn’t he feeling anything? How could he stand before me and not tremble?! Marvin's laughter echoed from across the room, snapping our eye contact. I turned in his direction to see my son giggling as he played on Willis’s lap. I exhaled softly, finding my voice again. "Talk is cheap, Arlo, the real d
Chapter 62I didn’t have anything to say to him. Next door? Forgiveness? I shook my head, trying not to let any of it get to me. Sitting by my bed, ready for bed, I couldn’t help but notice the lights of the building behind it flicker on. “Is that the one?” Unable to contain my curiosity, I went to my window and pushed the latch open. For the first time, I noticed just how close my house was to the next one. The proximity between my window and whatever window faced mine was of talking distance. If this was his building, there were two ways to get back at him. Either raise my fence or move out completely. He had to be joking.“Is this what he was doing this last week? Buying the apartment next to me?”I shook my head, the ridiculousness of this madness unable to fully register in my mind.I went back to bed. I had only slept for a minute when I heard my alarm blaring. Quick footsteps echoed in my half-awake mind, the door creaked open and the footsteps drew closer. The bedsi
I entered the office fuming. The empty reception gave me a reminder that I had given my workers half of the day to rest. “I forgot,” I muttered, rubbing my temples as if that could somehow erase him from my head. But it was impossible. That jerk’s voice persisted. I tossed my bag on the reception counter, slid out of my heels, and sought solace on the waiting couch. The plushy couch accepted my weight, hugging me but it offered little comfort. I turned and twisted for a while, restless for no reason. Or maybe there was a reason. And that reason was him. I jolted upright, tilting my head in dismay. “What is this mess I’ve found myself in?” I whispered to the empty room. “Why is he doing this to me?”“Why won’t he just leave me alone? Why?”I leaned back on the couch, my mind racing with more questions than I could answer. My office entrance beeped open and I raised my eyebrows, wondering which of my workers had forgotten the day off like me. Willis walked in, and my express
Chapter 63ARLO’S POVIt’s shameless of me. After everything. I know. But Ivory is my life. Funny how I never knew what I had until it was gone. I don’t know if she will ever forgive me. But it is better that I tried than to regret not trying. So trying is what I’m doing now. I’m trying. I’m trying with all the fiber in me. I don’t know if I’m doing it right, but I’m trying. And I can only hope, that my efforts work out for good.SOME TIME AGO We had a bottle of unopened whiskey between us. The bar was quiet, with very few people as expected of a bar mid-morning. After five years of nothing. It was awkward. It was tense, yet we had decided, it was better to talk out our emotions without the influence of any substance.Willis sat staring at me, his eyes lingered on my features. I knew that look. I clenched my jaw, bracing myself for an earful. Bracing myself for the inevitable torture his words would give me. But when he spoke, his voice was calm. His eyes were sincere an
Chapter 64ARLO’S POVWillis’s car drove into my new company. I had left home in a fit of rage, (after my altercation with Ivory)I saw him from the vast view of my office. He stepped down, straightened his suit, and made his way into the building. I glanced at my wristwatch and calculated two minutes before my door opened. As expected, my office echoed with a knock on the door and the corners of my lips lifted in a wry smile.“Come in,” I said, hiding both my excitement and curiosity. Willis entered, and I snapped my gaze up to meet him. I paused, my mind racing with questions. He didn’t look his usual self. “How did it go? Did she hit you?” I asked, my calm voice betraying the tumultuous feeling in my mind.Willis offered a strained smile, settling in the chair across me on my work table.“She didn’t.” He replied, “I think she’ll be there.”I exhaled, heaving in relief. Silence fell over us briefly. I regarded him for a moment before I finally asked. “Why the long face?”Will
Chapter 65Ivory glanced at her reflection for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. Her strawberry blonde hair was styled in loose waves, falling on her back in a soft, elegant sweep. A sleek, red dress hugged her frame, its silk fabric shimmering under the light.Despite the short length, the dress had a side slit up her thigh, revealing enough skin to get you thirsty. The neckline was modestly low, showing a hint of collarbone and a thin bracelet, the jewelry a match with the necklace she had on. Yet, despite her polished appearance, there was a trace of uncertainty in her eyes. Marvin’s excited footsteps broke the silence as he rushed toward her, his face lighting up with joy. Dressed in a pair of blue overalls, slightly worn at the knees, and a striped red and white t-shirt, the five-year-old had all his energy ready to go party. Ivory felt a lump in her chest. Was this necessary? She hated the idea of having Arlo around Marv, but more importantly, the idea of hav
Arlo stood, speechless. The divorce letter in his hand pinned him to a spot, suffocating him.When Crystal had served him divorce, he felt nothing. Not even a bit. But standing here, next to a woman he hadn’t seen in five years, it felt like the world was crashing down on him. The tears of a man they say, never reaches his eyes but Arlo felt them rush to his eyes. For the first time, he experienced how it felt for the heart to tighten— his breath narrowed, the ground shifted beneath his feet.He leaned against the wall behind him, seeking support. “Ivory…” he called. He didn’t even know what he wanted to say, her name was the only thing he could mutter.“Let’s not drag it any further,” Ivory said. “I already signed my part, I’ll be expecting the same from you.”It was a surprise that she didn’t explode from Arlo’s sudden kiss. Her heart raced in her chest but it wasn’t the same feeling as before— the one where she would completely be mesmerized. This time she still had her senses
Chapter 67As the door closed faintly in the distance, Arlo released a deep sigh, his chest heaving with frustration. He watched Willis leave, his words lingering in the air like smoke after fire. But most importantly, the weight of Ivory’s words pressed down on him, suffocating him.He wanted to lash out, or scream. He wanted to do anything to release the pent up emotions clawing at his insides, but instead he remained still, rooted to the spot, torn between anger and the gnawing ache of regret and heartbreak.Ivory, on the other hand, was struggling to keep her composure. Her heart still pounded in her chest. Arlo was an old wound, and the fact that he ignored the hurt he caused her added to her hurt. Her gaze flickered toward Marvin, who sat wide-eyes at the table, probably trying to wrap his head around the party. “Mommy, do I have two dads?”Ivory buried her face in her palms, massaging her forehead tiredly. “You’re right, Marvin,” Arlo intervened, his voice shaky betraying
Ivory leaned against the back of her bedroom door, fingers curled tightly around her phone. Her knees still trembled, not from physical exhaustion, but from the kind of emotional dizziness that came with standing too close to a cliff she swore she’d never look over again.She didn’t know how long she sat there, cross-legged on the cold marble floor, eyes fixed on her last message to Willis. Maybe she expected him to call. Maybe she wanted him to come knocking, to pull her out from the storm inside her own head.But he didn’t.And she knew why.Because he was a good man. And good men don’t come running into messes they can’t clean up.Ivory inhaled deeply, rubbing her temple to relax. She thought she was healing. She thought she could stand across Arlo and not feel anything. But today proved otherwise.It wasn’t just his face, or the way he effortlessly lifted Marvin into his arms—it was the ease. The way he folded himself into their morning like he’d never left. Like heartbreak, bet
Willis sat up, phone pressed to his ear. Ivory’s voice echoed softly on the other end of the phone. “You were right,” she whispered. “Everything about him triggers me.”He could hear the crack in her voice. The final admittance. He wasn’t surprised. He knew Ivory still thought about Arlo sometimes. He knew he still affected her in many ways than she chose to admit.Her decision not to pursue anything with him was probably the only way to protect herself from falling back into the arms of the one person who hurt more than anyone else, yet his arms were probably the only place she wanted to be. “Help me move on, Willis,” her voice broke the silence, “I’ll do anything to be free from this hurt.”“Okay,” Willis finally answered, “We uh… we will figure out a way.” When the call ended, Ivory put her phone down and tears flooded her face. Tears of sadness, and heartbreak. Tears of a new beginning. When she had shedded enough tears to find solace, she slowly gave in to the rest her body
The city moved at its usual pace—fast enough to feel like a blur, slow enough to remind Ivory of the days that kept slipping through her fingers. Three months had passed since the hospital incident, but the memory of that hallway kiss, the tension, the heartbreak—it all still lingered like a ghost, silently questioning her decision to end things with him. Ivory stood by the window of Hollis Atelier, coffee in hand, watching the street below. Her brand was thriving. What had started as an answer in time of desperation had grown into a recognizable name, whispered across fashion boards and praised by editors. Yet despite the success, there were quiet moments like this, where she found herself wondering about things that had nothing to do with fabric or runways.She smiled when she saw Willis crossing the street toward her building, brown paper bag in hand. Right on time. Ivory walked to the door and opened it before he knocked.“You always ruin my dramatic entrances,” Willis said, s
The city was quieter now. Or maybe it was just the way life had settled—less urgent, less argument, less hurting. The air had that firm clarity of a season on the edge of turning, but no one spoke of time. No one counted days. And Ivory preferred it that way.Three months. Maybe more. No calls in the middle of the night. No request to get back together and, no Arlo. Well, he came every other weekend for Marvin, always punctual, always polite, but he never lingered, never asked how she was doing. At first, Ivory had been suspicious of the silence—expecting him to beg, to fight, to push again. But Arlo never did. He had stopped chasing her the moment she made it clear that there was no future for them. Her words still hung over Arlo’s head. “You’re right,” she had said, “Our past was ugly, so a future without you is the only thing I can imagine right now.”Now, they were just… two people who shared a child. Two people whose love had turned poison. Ivory stood in front of the floor-
Chapter 74“How could it be for show? You kissed me first!” Arlo insisted. You see when you are desperate for something, you want to hold on to anything that gives you hope. It may have been pathetic but holding on to that kiss, clinging onto that gesture was Arlo’s only hope. “I was only proving a point,” she shot back, walking past him. But Arlo was not having. Before she could pull the door open, he pulled her by the arm, pinning her to the wall. His gaze lingered on her eyes before dropping to her lips. “You’re driving me crazy,” he confessed, “You don’t know what you’ve just done.”Ivory wriggled from his hold, aching to be free from his suffocating presence.“You drove me to prison, I guess we are even now.”At that accusation, Arlo narrowed his eyes shut, clenching his jaws.“Would I ever be forgiven of that sin?” He asked, his voice barely audible. “I don’t know, Arlo. Would you forgive me if the cases were reversed?”If he said yes, then he would have been lying.But he
Ivory clenched her fists, suppressing all the emotions brewing within. Arlo was unconscious from his own heart injuries, and Marvin was hooked up to machines but all they could think about was whether or not the child was Arlo’s.What happened to the kind-hearted Mr. Luca Covelli who accepted her with kindness on the first day? What happened to the warmth she felt with him? Was it a Covelli thing for them to show kindness only when it was favorable?“I pray the DNA results show that Marvin is not a Covelli. I will single-handedly take care of my son.”Just then, the ward door opened slowly and Ivory raised her gaze to find Arlo staring back at her. His gaze on her was firm and unwavering. “Arlo!” Crystal and Mr. Luca Covelli chorused, taking his side quickly.Arlo slowly pulled away from their grip, closing the door behind him before stepping into the doorway fully. His gaze remained on Ivory, unwaveringly.“What did I just hear you say?” Even though his voice was still weak, his
Chapter 72Ivory was shocked that the first thing that popped into her mind was if Marvin was dead or alive. Maybe it was that incident five years ago, she began to think the worst case in any scenario. She wasn’t certain what she would have done if Marvin was reported dead, but again, why was the first question on her mind? Too shocked to move, or to cry, the phone had slipped from her ear, even Arlo couldn’t get himself to hang up. He was more shocked than everyone concerned. For a minute he thought he was doing a good job with Marvin. He thought being a dad came naturally, so he allowed himself to bask too much in the pleasure of how easy it was and then lost it all. As he stood there in the emergency room with his son connected to beeping machines and all, another thought that devastated him completely would be the look on Ivory’s face. How would he face her? What would he say to her that would make her forgive him?His phone still pressed to his ear, the silence between them
There was no denying that Ivory would rather punch him in the gut than live with him, so he trashed the idea as soon as it came.From a few feet away, he could see the cabin— the only color in an expanse field of green. As he stepped out of his vehicle, his son followed closely behind him, with no idea that the property he stood in was his. Arlo looked down at him, smiling to himself. His father had passed down the Covelli name to him, but he, he was going to pass down properties all of over the world to Marvin. He was sure of it.As they ventured into the woods, headed for the stream Marvin was so eager to see, Ivory was venturing into a world of possibilities. “I’m going to host a fashion show… we are going to host a fashion show!” She announced, her excited gaze flicking from Miranda to Denise.Miranda tilted her head, taking in both her excitement and the feeling behind her excitement. For the past couple of days, Ivory had been on an energy burst. She was planning one even
TWO WEEKS LATERClenched his jaw.Grabbed her ass a little. A smirk formed on his lips. Damn. He thought. He wished this was real. He’d been having wet dreams from the day he kissed her. A kiss should end a curse. In this case, a kiss became his curse.He dreamt of her every night, her form flashed in his eyes every time he blinked them close and he didn’t mind. No he didn’t mind it at all He went to bed every night, expecting to be tortured by her lingering presence, woke up the next morning tired from doing things to her no one else knew about.The door creaked open and Marvin’s light footsteps echoed as he neared his father’s bed.Some days, he stayed with his mom. Other days he stayed with Arlo. Today was one of those lucky days he got to spend with his father.Without a word, he slid into the bed next to him, and Arlo’s arms wrapped around him. He pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Morning, buddy.”“Good morning daddy,” Marvin replied. He and his son had gotten closer. Over t