MasukAnyta's POV
“You’re pregnant, Mrs. Ashbourne.” I stared at the doctor, convinced I’d not heard right. “What?” He adjusted his glasses. This man was way too calm for what he had just dropped on me. “You’re pregnant.” “No!” I blurted and sat upright on the hospital bed. “That’s… no. You could be wrong, right? There could be a mistake?” “There’s always a chance,” he replied evenly. “That’s why we’ll need the official test report. But based on what we’ve run so far, yes, you are expecting.” I pressed my palms against the armrest of the chair. I was pregnant with Everett’s baby. The same Everett who wanted me gone, who couldn’t even stand to look at my face. A divorce and a surprise pregnancy, all within twenty four hours of each other? My head felt as though it would implode. The tears began to well up again. “I don’t… I don’t want this. I mean... I can’t want this.” The doctor gave me a sympathetic look. “You’ll need to collect your report at the reception desk, Mrs Ashbourne." I forced myself to my feet. “Fine.” My voice was croaky, so I cleared my throat and tried again. “Okay, fine. Yeah.” I made my shaky way out of the ward and into the foyer of the hospital, walking over to the front desk. When the nurse handed me the folder, I flipped it open with shaking hands. Positive. My chest collapsed inward. There it was in black and white. This was no error, I was truly pregnant. I slumped against the wall, whispering to myself, “Everett doesn’t even like me…" I pressed the folder to my chest. Abortion wasn’t an option, not for me, at least. Still, I was just eighteen. I was barely an adult. How was I supposed to raise a baby when I couldn’t even save my own marriage? Only one person could give me answers, and he was in this same hospital. I headed straight to the front desk and asked. “Siena Rushmore is in which room?” The nurse silently pointed me down the hall and I gave her a simple nod. Then I followed her directions, clutching the report to my chest. When I reached Siena’s door, two bulky men in black suits were standing at the entrance. “I need to see Everett.” I told them. "I know he's in there." “No entry." one of them replied. "Miss Siena is...." “I don’t care about Siena!” I snapped. “I just need to talk to him. Two minutes, please.” They didn’t budge. “I’m his wife!” I roared so loudly that some nurses gave me the stink eye as they walked past. “I have something important to tell him. I won’t disturb her. Just tell him I’m here.” One of them finally nodded and disappeared inside. I wrung my hands, frantically pacing in front of the door. “Please come out. Just this once, listen to me…” Minutes dragged on like hours. But finally the door opened, and the same bodyguard stepped out. “Mr. Ashbourne said he won’t come out. He doesn’t want to see you.” “What?” He looked away, as if he couldn’t even meet my eyes. “It might upset Miss Siena, and he said he doesn’t want to talk to you either.” I shook my head. “So he won’t… he won’t even hear me out?” The guard stayed silent. That was enough of an answer. I stumbled back a step, holding the folder even tighter. Everett was inside with Siena, while I stood outside with a baby he didn’t even know about. And he maybe never would. By the time I stumbled back to the foyer, my head was pounding. I should’ve just gone home. But if I left now, I’d never get another chance to tell Everett about the baby. Tomorrow I was supposed to leave the country. After that he’d never know. So I sat in the hospital lobby, clutching my report and staring at the automatic doors. Rain streaked the glass. Every time the doors opened, a gust of cold air entered, making me shiver. I hugged myself tighter, fighting the urge to cry again. Then finally Everett stepped out of the elevator with his bodyguards surrounding him. I scrambled to my feet immediately. “Everett!” I yelled as I hurried toward him. He didn't even glance my way. “Keep her back!” he ordered his guards. The guards moved in front of me, blocking my path. But I pushed forward anyway. “Please, just listen....” “Don’t talk!” he snapped at me. “It’s important!” But Everett was past caring. He walked past me and stepped into the rain. I watched in desolation as one of the guards opened an umbrella above his head, and he hurried towards his car. I broke into a run, stepping outside in the rain and tripping over my own shoes as I chased him. “Everett, wait!” The pavement outside was wet and the second I stepped on it, I slipped and fell. My knees slammed into the mud, cold water soaking my tights. My palms stung as I scrambled up and rain had plastered my hair to my face. “Everett!” I wailed, but he was already in the back seat of his car. “Drive.” That was all I heard before the black Audi roared to life, taillights blurring in the downpour until they were gone. I stayed there, soaked and shaking until someone from the hospital rushed over to help me up. I waved them away and staggered home alone. ******* When I collapsed into my room, It was already night and I was too drained to cry. Tomorrow I was supposed to leave, but every part of me told me that I couldn’t. I sank onto the bed, staring at the half-packed suitcases lined up by the wall. My hand drifted to my stomach. How was I supposed to raise a baby in a foreign country, broke and alone? I dragged my phone closer and scrolled through my contacts. Nothing. Not one name I could reach out to. F******k? I*******m? I scrolled again and again but who would help me? Every person in my circle was either tied to Everett or Siena, or a celebrity who only knew me as Everett’s arranged wife. Grandma Jo was the only one who could help me, and yet even her thought I'd pushed my sister down the stairs. I dropped the phone onto the mattress and pressed my hands to my face. I’d always prided myself on being strong, on not begging anyone. But this time, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold on. Soon, I felt dizzy. I set the alarm on my phone and curled up on the bed, telling myself I’d just close my eyes for a little while. The next thing I knew, someone was pounding on the door. I jerked upright in fright. Sunlight streamed through the curtains. It was morning already? The knocking came again and I dragged myself to the door, yanking it open... only to freeze. Everett stood there with a raincoat thrown over his broad shoulders. And the manic look in his green eyes horrified me as he growled in my face. “GET OUT NOW!"EVERETT’S POVI was fuming. Steam-pouring-out-of-my-ears, stomach-aching, chest-heaving, fuming!It was definitely not the sharp, fleeting kind that burned out as quickly as it flared. This one was deep, seeping into every crevice of my being like acid corrosion.It was the kind that made my jaw ache from clenching and my hands curl into fists without conscious thought.I stormed out of the side room minutes after Anyta followed the man out, pulse roaring in my ears.I’d lost control with her, again. The second time.What is fucking wrong with me?!There was really nothing special about her, besides the obvious fact that her body had changed, in a way that I appreciated far more than I wanted to.But there were so many other women like that, so many who would fall on my feet at the flick of a wrist.Perhaps that was it. The fact the she was refusing to fall at my feet was frustrating and magnetic.I should've treated her better when she was mine.That was the truth I didn’t want to a
ANYTA'S POVAnd he did.I leaned into him just a little, letting myself enjoy it all, without worrying about anything as we sailed across the room while Clay chatted with people I had never met before, but knew were extremely important.Compliments came easily from most of them, to my surprise.“You look stunning, dear,” a woman in a silver mask muttered with a gentle curve of her mouth as we passed.“That color was made for you,” a short, handsome man murmured, eyes lingering appreciatively on me.I smiled, nodded, thanked them. Soaked it all in like warmth after a long winter.When we finally stepped away from a particularly chatty couple who'd been speaking to Clay in rapid French, I let out a quiet laugh and shook my head.“What kind of rich people are these? They all seem so nice and they keep looking at us,” I lowered my voice, “do you think they might have seen our little club altercation with you-know-who?”Clay huffed out a breath as his hand settled on the small of my back.“
ANYTA'S POVAlice and Grandma Jo were on their feet instantly.“What’s that?” Alice asked.“Well let's find out,” I answered.I set the boxes on the coffee table, opened the larger one first and promptly sucked in a shocked breath.Inside was a deep-gold dress, rich and luminous, the fabric liquid-soft beneath my fingers.“Why, hello gorgeous,” I heard Grandma Jo breathe softly as I raised the dress and held it over my body.It looked like it would be form-hugging on me, and although I had a love-hate relationship with my body, I was beginning to lean more towards showing it off, so the dress’ cut elated me.“Now that's a dangerous neckline,” Alice muttered appreciatively. And I chuckled as I studied the plunge. It was daring but not vulgar.I loved it.Already bubbling with excitement, I checked the second box which held a pair of black heels that looked like they belonged in a fairytale.“Oh my,” Alice breathed.Grandma Jo whistled. “Well. That settles it. Looks like you have someth
ANYTA'S POVI stared at my reflection and sighed as a slight sense of deja vu washed over me.My hair was already done, soft curls falling neatly over my shoulders, glossy and cooperative for once, without multiple tries.That alone felt like a minor victory. But the problem wasn’t my hair.It was everything else.The bed behind me was littered with dresses. Satin, lace, chiffon. Dresses I’d once worn without thinking twice and without sucking in my stomach or turning sideways to inspect my hips from every angle.Dresses from a life that felt both too close and impossibly far away.I reached for one of the gowns hanging in the wardrobe and tugged it free, already knowing how this would end even as I proceeded to slide it on.It didn’t zip past my ribs.I closed my eyes briefly, feeling my jaw ache from how hard I was gritting my teeth.“Calm down, Anyta,” I murmured to myself, then tried another. This one slid up my thighs but refused to settle over my hips. My breasts strained uncomf
SIENNA'S POV“Ah!” I exclaimed sharply, promptly sliding my thumb into my mouth.I glared at the kettle I’d just burned it on, as if that would hurt it back.I took a deep breath and blew it out slowly because my hands were shaking.Not violently though, and thankfully not enough to spill water or drop the porcelain.But it shook quite enough that the teacup rattled faintly when I set it on the marble counter.The sound echoed too loudly in the pristine kitchen, and I sighed as I briefly contemplated whether the pain on my thumb needed first aid or not.Deciding against first aid, I reached over, turned on the tap and held the red tip of my thumb under the spray.I hissed softly and sucked in a breath through my teeth, annoyed more at myself than the pain. I hated moments like this. Little betrayals of composure. And I hated not being at my full potential.There was a sudden shift in the air as I felt another presence in the kitchen.I didn’t need to turn around to know Monica Ashbour
EVERETT'S POVI was already halfway out the door when she stepped into my path.“Honestly, mother, this is beginning to look like a pattern and I don't appreciate it.”It was like she had a talent for bad timing, always appearing at the precise moment my patience was thinnest, my nerves stretched taut enough to snap.She stood there, framed by the tall archway like an immovable piece of everything that had shaped me and everything I knew I should love, but despised instead.Maybe because I knew her love wasn't completely genuine. It was a means of control for her, and once I realized, it became easier for me to do what I wanted without her permission or approval.“Move,” I gritted through clenched teeth, my voice clipped.“I need to talk to you,” mother replied carefully.My fingers tightened around my car keys. “Can’t it wait? I’m late.”She didn’t budge.Her eyes were as sharp as always without the haze of alcohol. And they flicked over my tailored jacket, the watch on my wrist, and







