JENNIFER What just happened?The evening after we left the dinner replayed in my head like a broken record.Who does he think he is? Who almost kisses a girl, then acts like it never happened?Yeah. That’s Larry Davidson,the over-pampered, arrogant son of a proud billionaire. My husband. The same man I’m slowly falling in love with.God. How can I hate someone and still love him at the same time?This is so uncool.What was he doing, staying silent when I told him how I felt? I’d opened up to him,peeled back my wounds,and he just poured salt into them.Thank God I left his sorry ass in the car. But even that didn’t restore my dignity. It didn’t put out the fire that’s still burning in me.Rose had already set the table. Dinner sat untouched on the vanity, looking too perfect for my crumbling mood. I sighed heavily.“Thanks, Rosie,” I whispered to no one, jaw tight as I fought back the single tear threatening to ruin the makeup I was about to wash off anyway.Who am I protecting?He d
LARRY The moment we step into the room, it bursts with laughter and light,drunk, smiling rich men in tailored suits holding glasses like trophies.Flashes blind me for a second. For a moment, I want to gnarl at them, then I remember what this night is about,not me, not about Jennifer, but for my father.Cameras click nonstop. A cacophony of reporters and media personalities fight like hyenas for the juiciest scoop of the night. Pictures upon pictures, no moment too small to exploit.“My son and his beautiful wife,” Davison calls out, flashing us a wide, plastic smile, as if this is the first time he is seeing us tonight.His pot belly protruding belly wobble from left to right.As if he hasn’t just cornered us with threats.As if he hasn’t shattered the brief, fragile connection Jennifer and I shared seconds ago on the balcony.Pretentious bastard.I swallow hard. This confirms it,I hate him. But he is my father. Which means I still have to play his game or risk losing everything.We
LARRY For the first time since this whole charade,whatever it is,I bet my father will kill me for thinking his beloved dinner is a mere charade.something loosened between us. Just a little slack. But we both felt it.“I just want to thank you for how you stood up for me this evening,” I said, my voice low. I gazed into her eyes, still glistening under the soft lighting.All beaming, glimmering in every shade of red that needed to be, with a sheen that told me everything. She loved this.The glamour,she just blended right in as if she was born for this.A room full of the one percent,the high and mighty. She’s not used to this lifestyle, but I can tell she’s drinking it in. Who wouldn’t?“Come on, let me show you something.” I gently pulled away from the warm closeness between us and took her hand, tugging her through the sea of dignitaries and guests.She hesitated. “Come on,” I said again, tilting my head toward the direction we were headed.“But Larry…”“Don’t worry, they won’t m
Jennifer povThe sea of unfamiliar faces makes my stomach churn. The moment Larry steps out of the black Rolls Royce Phantom, flashes from a dozen cameras blind us. They explode like fireworks the second our feet hit the red velvet carpet.I knew I had married into a wealthy family, and that my husband was the city’s most eligible bachelor just months ago. But I didn’t realize how popular they truly were known and revered by the high and mighty.The icy blue satin gown clings to my skin like a needy child. Instead of elegance, it squeezes the breath out of me. I can’t move without feeling like my lungs are collapsing.In a bid to show me off, Larry’s father had asked for my measurements. I gave them honestly, but it feels like he intentionally had the dress made a size too small.The thigh-high slit doesn't help. If anything, it makes me feel more exposed, more vulnerable. I've never felt this uncomfortable in my life.Still, I force a smile through the tight seams and zippers digging
I drift into a slumber immediately when my body touches my soft bedded linen after the altercation with my dad. Even when I was a little girl, his encounters were always energy-draining.But I don't drift far when the door creaks open and Rose’s face surfaces, all smudged with white powdery stuff and the smell of freshly baked cookies. She has been baking and cooking. “Dinner is served, madam,” she mutters loud and clear.“I want to eat here,” I mumble, tired to even raise my voice, I push the duvet to cover the part of my exposed skin.“I’m not feeling too well,” I croak, feigning a cough.But Rose isn’t having any of it.“Big master wants every member of the family down,” she says, now coming into full view, bathed in sweat. “Senior Davidson commanded me to tell you to come to the dining room area now” she disappears the same way she came “Wait,” I call out, she reappears“What now?” “Hold on” I motion to her I balance my hand on the bed and prop myself up. It’s none other than
JENNIFERMy back hit the door with a dull thud, and I exhaled the trapped air hard through my mouth. “Whoos! that was too close.”The medium-sized box slipped from my hands and landed on the marble floor with a weighty thud.I should’ve tossed it the second I saw the vague inscription on it, but no, curiosity had me in a chokehold.I stood there, breath held, listening. No footsteps. No creaking floors. Good. At this stage, the less people knew, the better.Hands trembling, I peeled open the lid,and froze. My stomach dropped.Inside, sealed neatly in a Ziploc bag, was a folded ultrasound image, edges curled and worn. My heart clenched as the date stamped at the top burned into my eyes. That day was a blur, when the doctor told us. I had been so overwhelmed I couldn’t remember where I’d left it.I guess someone found it But who?Taped to the back of the image was a sheet of paper. Bold, cruel letters screamed:“And there’s more where this came from.”I flipped it over, my fingers stif