LOGIN~Melody~The moment we got home, my soon to be mother-in-law practically treated me like royalty. And honestly? As she should. After the disaster that Jasmine bitch caused, I was the only reason Enoch hadn't completely broken down, so yes, I deserve that royal treatment. The moment we entered the mansion, Samantha immediately fussed over me. “Oh, my poor baby,” she cooed dramatically, guiding me towards the couch, “Look at what that shameless woman did to you. Even after divorcing my son, she still couldn't let him be!”I lowered my gaze in feigned modesty, allowing my lashes to tremble slightly. “It's okay, Mother,” I whispered softly, even though the word, Mother, tasted like rotten fruit in my mouth. She's not my mother. She'll never be my mother. Even her proximity and her cheap perfume and talks wants to make me gag. “It's just that I feel so bad that Enoch is suffering.” As if on cue, Samantha's expression softened even further. “Oh sweetheart…” she grabbed my hands affec
~Jasmine~The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the tinted windows as the car glided smoothly through the road, casting slipping reflection across the interior in soft, shifting patterns. The silence in the car was surprisingly soothing. It wasn't the awkward kind of silence, it was a reflective one. The kind that settles after chaos final burns itself out. I leaned my head lightly against the seat and stared outside, watching blurred lights smear across the glass while the events from the evening replayed slowly, over and over again in my head. Enoch's priceless expression when the screen changed. The investors whispering…Melody—who had always thought she was invincible—kneeling and groveling while I made a mockery of her.Samantha’s pointless rage… haha! And that satisfying moment when the entire foundation beneath Star Tech cracked apart publicly. A small smile tugged at my lips. To be sincere, it was so entertaining. Like, when was the last time I got to be this ente
~Enoch~The ride home felt eerily soffocating. It was not because someone was talking and couldn't keep shut, but because no one was talking. The silence inside the car stretched endlessly, thick and heavy, pressing against my skull until it felt unbearable. Outside the tinted windows, the city moved normally— cars zooming past, people laughing somewhere in the distance, lights flashing across buildings— but inside the vehicle, it felt like the world has ended hours ago and only the three of us knew it. I leaned back against the seat and loosened my tie for what felt like the millionth time that evening. My chest still felt tight. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again. The investors standing up, the whispers, the beadlines, the way the numbers on the screen disgraced me as they dropped fast it looked like my company was bleeding to death in front of everybody. And Jasmine. Always Jasmine. So, I stopped closing my eyes. I frowned faintly and rubbed my forehead in thought.
~Jasmine~“Apologize?” I repeated unfazed. “That's quite interesting.” My voice carried effortlessly across the terrace, smooth and clear enough for every single person around pool to hear. The silence that followed was immediate, tense, and expectant. Even defense splashing of water against the pool walls seemed to quiet down beneath the weight of everyone's attention. I folded my arms gracefully, my gaze sweeping over the crowd before settling on Enoch. “Then, tell me,” I continued, my gaze sweeping across the crowd, landing briefly on Enoch before moving again, “when the truth comes out… who exactly will be apologizing to who?” A hush silence descended over the atmosphere. “W-what do you mean?” Enoch stuttered, the anger on his face flickering for a second. Beside him, Melody stiffened at the question. Her face was still wet from the pool, mascara slightly smudged beneath her eyes, but this time, the confidence she had been clinging to cracked visibly. Her fingers tightened a
~Melody~“Leave my wife alone!” The words didn't just echo, they clawed like a wolf. Scraped against the inside of my skull, over and over again, louder each time, until it felt like something in me was about to snap completely. Wife. My fingers twitched at my sides, nails digging into my palms so hard it hurt, but I didn't stop. I needed that pain. I needed something to anchor the rage boiling inside me before I did something… reckless. “Bitch!” I thought, my teeth grinding together so tightly my jaw ached. “That's exactly what she is. A cursed, shameless vixen bitch who crawled out of nowhere just to ruin everything.” My eyes locked on her. On Jasmine. Standing there like she owned the air everyone was breathing, smiling, actually smiling as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn't just turned everything in my stomach upside down. Some of the investors were even looking at her now, their attention had now shifted to her, their curiosity sparking from how that—wasn't it Sam
~Enoch~Finally, my mother reached her limits. She moved fast, heels clicking sharply against the ground as she stormed towards Jasmine, fury written all over her face. “You!” She snapped, pointing a mildly aging finger at her. “Ever since my son chased you from our house, you've done everything to sabotage him, and this is one of them, isn't it? You think you're clever, don't you? Showing up here and causing trouble!”Jasmine cocked her head, still smiling. “I don't know what you're talking about, Samantha,” she said lightly, her tone almost bored. “Don't lie to me!” Mother barked, stepping closer. I squinted. The Jasmine before would have started sucking up to my mother. She loved her so much. She loved us, but this one didn't. “Ever since you showed up at this event, everything has gone wrong! Who do you think you are?!”The tension around them thickened, drawing attention away from the stage, away from the chaos I was still trying and failing to control. “It’s you,” Jasmine sai
~Enoch~The calm, controlled atmosphere that had been there minutes ago was gone and replaced by a loud, restless energy that felt like it could turn violet at any second. My throat tightened as I tried to respond, but the weight of their expectations and doubts pressed down hard. “No—no, there's
~Enoch~Next was the incessant buzz of my phone. The sound was sharp against the thin fabric of my pocket against my thighs. It vibrated again, insistent, almost aggressive in the way it demands attention. I tried to stubbornly ignore it, and continue because I had to. This was not the moment to lo
~Enoch~“Good morning everyone,” I began, my voice steady, carrying easily across the space as flashes of cameras burst non-stop, capturing every angle and every expression. “As you all know, I am Enoch Smith, and today, I stand before you to introduce something far beyond ordinary advancement—a re
ENOCH.The sound of it landed somewhere in my chest that I sealed immediately, because this presentation mattered more and everything else, including Melody, came secondary. “I'll fix it afterward,” I told myself. “I'll make it up to her.” “Please,” melody started through gritted teeth, every wor







