LOGINGwen’s POV.
Even in a hall filled with people chattering and soft music playing, the silence that descended on us was deafening and the tension in the air as Raymond and I stared at each other was so intense, thick enough for someone to choke on.
Suddenly, a blonde haired woman that I hadn’t even noticed before stepped out from behind Raymond and looped her arm possessively through his before turning to us with a wide smile on her face,
“Well… this is a surprise.” She said, her bright red lips curved into a smirk as her eyes slid over my entire length with disdain, like I was something the cat dragged in.
Alex glanced from me to her, confused,
“I’m sorry, you are?” He asked and she chuckled lightly, waving him off with her well-manicured nails as if he was silly for asking her that question.
“I’m Sasha.” She announced with an air of arrogance like it was the most important thing in the world, “Raymond’s fiancée.”
Fiancée.
That word hit me like a ton of bricks. He’d gotten engaged to someone else that fast?
The silence that descended afterwards was thick and uncomfortable. Raymond was still staring at me, his jaw tight and he looked like he wanted to say something but was holding himself back.
“So, you’re the ex?” She laughed, a tinkling fake sound, “Raymond has told me so little about you. I suppose some things are just… forgettable.” She patted her flat stomach with a delicate gesture, “but we’ve been so busy planning the wedding and, well, expecting our little one. It’s such a blessing to not need any… medical intervention to start a family.”
My blood ran cold. A baby. He was having a baby with this woman?
My chest tightened and I wasn’t exactly sure how I was feeling but I knew I had to keep gripping my clutch like my life depended on it to not make it obvious that my hands were trembling.
“Isn’t that right, Gwen?” Sasha added, looking me over with a dismissive flick of her eyes, “can you believe he was planning to try surrogacy when we met? That’s how we met.” She laughed out loud but no one else laughed.
My throat was burning and I could feel the tears stinging the back of my eyes. I wanted to breathe, I badly needed the air to pass through my lungs and calm me down but for some reason, I couldn’t.
“And what about you, Gwen? Any little ones on the way for you yet? Or… still trying?” Her eyes dropped pointedly to my own stomach.
So he told her about our inability to have a child.
I felt my face burn, my carefully built composure cracking. I had tried my best to bury that part of me, that woman that was so broken by her inability to have a child that she decided to focus more on the countless children in the world that didn’t have parents.
But hearing her speak so carelessly about my past felt like she had just poked at an open wound.
“That’s enough, Sasha.” Alex whispered, his voice low and with a warning edge to it but that didn’t stop her.
I opened my mouth but no words came out. Thankfully, It wasn't obvious because at that moment Alex stepped forward,
“Sasha, was it?” His calm cool voice interjected as his arm slid around my waist, pulling me firmly and securely against his side. The feel of his muscular body pressed so tightly against mine felt like some sort of shield wrapping around me.
“My partner here is the brain behind this entire event. Her focus is on healing hundreds of kids, not just having one. It takes a special kind of person for that in a shallow minded world like ours.” He looked directly at Sasha, a polite, cold smile on his face.
“And as for her personal life,” he continued, his voice dropping to an intimate, possessive tone that sent a weird sensation through me, “that’s really none of your business, is it?”
She flicked her hair dramatically and was about to say something but Alex cut her off rudely by turning to Raymond with a dismissive tone,
“Now, if you’ll excuse us, my date needs a drink.”
He turned away from them and gave a curt nod to the other men before leading me away with his arm still wrapped around me. I could feel their eyes on us but he didn’t lead me to the bar like I had expected, instead, he led me to a quiet balcony overlooking the city.
“Breathe Eve,” he said softly, his hand sliding over the length of my back in a comforting manner, “just breathe.”
I bit down hard on my lower lip. My heart was hammering, my body was trembling as I fought back the tears threatening to spill down my face any second.
I looked up at his perfect face, at the confident, almost arrogant set of his jaw,
“Why did you say that?” I whispered, my voice shaky.
His eyes held mine and that familiar, infuriating smirk finally touched his lips but his eyes were serious,
“One reason,” he said, his voice low, “no one talks to my partner like that.”
“I…I need to go.” I murmured, breathless.
“No, you don’t. What you need is a drink so stay here and I’ll get you one.” He gave me a gentle nudge before he disappeared back inside, leaving me alone in the cool night air.
I leaned against the railing, struggling to steady my racing heart and breathe properly. I gasped for air as I dabbed at my eyes with a handkerchief.
“Eve?” A familiar voice came from behind me and I flinched just as Raymond stepped onto the balcony behind me, his brows slightly furrowed like he was irritated or angry, “he calls you Eve? I thought you hated the name and didn’t allow anyone to call you that.”
I turned my back to him, “you don’t get to decide what I like anymore Raymond so please just go away.”
“What’s going on between you and Alex?” He suddenly demanded, his voice strained as if the words he had just uttered were too much for him, “how long has this been going on?”
I glanced back at him over my shoulder, “I don’t see how that is any of your business.”
“Business?” He scoffed out loud, stepping closer, “I saw how he looked at you. And the way you let him touch you. Do you let all your partners touch you like that?” He snapped and something about his tone irked me.
I spun around sharply to face him, my blood boiling hot underneath my skin,
“Says the one with a soon-to-be, pregnant, wife! After I left, did you even think about me or were you just excited that you’re finally gotten rid of the wife that needed a surrogate to give you a child?” My voice was bitter and it was growing louder.
Loud enough to draw the attention of the guests nearby so I took a deep breath,
“You know what, nevermind. Coming here was a mistake. This isn’t worth it.” I stepped away from him, heading for the exit but he reached out and grabbed my arm.
“Tell me the truth. Are you sleeping with him?” His grip was tight and painful.
I winced in pain and struggled to free myself but it was of no use.
“Let go of me.”
“Not until you answer me.”
We were both glaring at each other and just as I was about to shove him back and wrench my arm free, Alex appeared behind me holding two glasses of champagne.
“I believe the lady told you to let go.” He said, a heavy frown creased his brows as he stared at Raymond.
“This is a private conversation Alex, leave us alone.” Alex clapped back, letting go of me gently.
Alex walked over with ease like nothing was happening and handed over one of the glasses to me, his fingers brushed against mine and he gave me some sort of look before he turned to Raymond,
“It didn't look very private from where I was standing.” He stared Raymond down.
Raymond’s face twisted with a bitter, ugly smile,
“Oh… I see what’s going on here. So you’ve stooped so low as to sleep with my wife now, right? Do you—“
“Ex… wife.” His calm voice cut Raymond off, infuriating him further, “and the answer is yes. Of course I’m sleeping with her. She’s mine after all, especially now that we’re dating.”
AlexI knew he had one more card left before he even reached for it.Men like Raymond didn't collapse in a single hit. I'd watched him operate for years before Gwen ever became a name in my mouth again, watched him bend rooms to his will with nothing but timing and the right kind of smile. A man like that doesn't walk into a courtroom without a second play already loaded, and the moment his lawyer rose with that particular calm, unhurried confidence, I felt my stomach drop even as everything in the room seemed to be turning in our favor.Beside me, Gwen's hand was trembling against mine, her breath coming too fast after the phone call recording, after her sister's name lighting up that screen like a brand."He's not done," I murmured, low enough that only she could hear. "Calm down. Let me handle what's next.""Alex–""Trust me." I squeezed her hand once, hard. "I need you to calm down. For Emris."That got through. I watched her pull the fear back down into something quieter, someth
GwenThe screen flickered, and for a moment there was only static, grainy and gray, before the image sharpened into the room I still saw every time I closed my eyes.There I was. Sitting against the headboard in that crimson dress, my hair disheveled, my eyes glassy and unfocused in a way that made my stomach turn even now, watching myself from the outside. The angle was high, aimed down from the tripod, catching everything except Raymond, who moved in and out of frame like a shadow.The room went silent except for the low hum of the speakers.I remembered so little of it clearly, only fragments through the haze of whatever he'd put in me, but seeing it laid bare on a screen in front of a room full of strangers made my skin crawl in an entirely new way. I could see now what I hadn't been able to feel then, how my hands trembled uselessly at my sides, how my head lolled when I tried to hold it up, how my eyes kept losing focus and drifting somewhere no person in their right mind woul
GwenI was shaking. Not from fear this time, not the kind that had lived in my bones since Raymond first pulled Emris from my arms, but something quieter, something that had been building for years and had finally found a crack to pour through.Alex's arms came around me carefully, like he thought I might break, and maybe I would have, if I hadn't let myself feel it all at once.I was tired.A kind of tiredness that had settled into the marrow of my bones somewhere between the pregnancy test I'd taken alone in a gas station bathroom and the locked bedroom door with a camera pointed at my face. Six years of running, of flinching under strange circumstances, of moving apartments twice because a shadow outside the window looked too long, too still. Six years of teaching my son to memorize the exits in any room we walked into, without ever telling him why, without ever letting him see how much it cost me to make survival look like a game.I was tired of being the only wall standing betw
AlexSomething had come over me at her words – panic maybe, but I listened to her with my heart beating on x3.Was she going to say that last night was a mistake and I should forget it ever happened? Because there was no way on earth, or in hell, I could forget the night. Even thinking about it now sent feelings of desire coursing through my flesh.Only God knows how long I had hoped, prayed, and wanted.I had long given up thinking there would ever be a chance to hold her so close to me, to feel our bodies melding into one. Not in this life. Not after all my major fuck ups.I had the strong thought that she would regret this, and we would be back to point zero. So I steeled my heart for whatever she wanted to tell me. However, nothing prepared me for the words that came out of her lips.“Emris is your son.”The words hit me like a physical blow, knocking every other thought clean out of my head."What?"It came out barely above a whisper, my voice not fully cooperating with the res
GwenHe was sick. I was sick. We were both very sick people.I had forgotten that very quickly in the years that had passed. This man had always been a beast when it came to sex. I had never forgotten the sight of him, having his secretary bent over in his office, as they both went at it like wild dogs.The memory itself was hazy.I felt his rock-hard cock press against my entrance, and I nearly came again at the mere thought of finally having him almost enter me. He was inside me in a second then, sliding easily into the well lubricated tunnel despite the fact that I was reduced to whining as he stretched me around him. Involuntarily my vagina clamped on him and another orgasm began.Unable to hide it this time, I shouted with joy and Alex moaned, his cock being milked and massaged inside of me.He pushed into me roughly, fucking me through the second orgasm and soon, my body was shaking with a third. The sensations I felt when he thrust inside me blew all other thoughts and cares
GwenBeep. Beep. Beep.Continuously, the beeping filled my ears like a haunting melody. It was constant, the reminder that I was not dead. Unless I was, and I was stuck listening to this fucking sound for the rest of my very dead life.The bright light nearly blinded me as I opened one of my eyes. Wincing, I closed them again and tried to lift my hand to my face, but it’s then I became aware of someone holding my hand.“She’s waking up,” I heard a voice. A voice I knew belonged to him. Alex.“Go get the nurse,” he seemed to say to someone else in the room. His thumb stroked the top of my hand, squeezing every few minutes while I fought to stay awake.Is Emris okay? Did he get saved? How was Alex here? lHow was I at a hospital? What about Raymond?I flinched as I try to move. Everywhere hurt – my side and back, my head, my chest. It’s like I was hit by a truck.My eyes opened fully. The last thing I remembered was a wooden door smashing to pieces. The beeping intensified, and a hand r
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