AlexanderThe elevator doors close, sealing her inside before I reach it. I slam my hand against the cold metal, breath jagged, heart hammering in my chest. I messed up. Again.My feet move before any coherent thought can materialize. I head for the main elevator, shoving past most of my employees, ignoring the judgmental and awkward glances being thrown my way.All I care about is stopping Evangeline from leaving when she’s so angry.Again, I fucked up.I didn’t even realize how stupid it was letting Chanel sit in my office until Evangeline walked in. I’m so… stupid.By the time I get to the lobby, the marble floor blurs underneath my foot from how fast I’m running. I dash through the glass doors and into the garage, heart in my throat. Her taillights flash just as the soft purr of her car echoes.“Evangeline!” I scream as she reverses with speed, stepping directly into her path.She slams the brake and the horn at the same time. The car jerks to a stop, tires screeching. She slam
EvangelineOne month later.My strategy worked.Alexander and I are making a shit ton of money. My baby is growing healthily and we’ve finally agreed on a name. Elias .R.Because I’m having a boy.The media is buzzing with everything Alexander and his wife and their child on the way. And I am buzzing with anger because I just walked into Alexander’s office, heavily pregnant, with a heavy lunchbox dangling from my hand as per my dear husband’s request, only to be met by the presence of the woman who almost ruined his life.Chanel.His fucking ex.I stop at the door, listening to all the gibberish she’s spewing from her mouth. And Xander has the nerve to look comfortable. His frame is reclined back, his eyes narrowed like he’s listening to a friend and not sitting across from the woman who once made a fool of him. No; the woman who once did everything in her power to tank his entire existence.I take a step forward. Slow. Hesitant. My fingers falter around the lunchbox.Chanel stops ta
Evangeline“Hey…”“Hi. How are you.”I press the phone to my ear with one hand, using the other to adjust my dress while I turn in bed. “I’m okay,” my voice is barely above a whisper.Silence.My heart thumps against my ribcage as I wait for Xander to say something. He remains silent. And the only thing I can hear is the harshness of his breaths.My tongue darts out and swipes across my bottom lip. “I got the flowers you sent.”He hums. “Do you like them?”A smile pulls my lips even when I know he cannot see me. “I love them very much. Thank you.”The silence continues.It’s been like this for over two days. Since he left to ‘clear his head’. He sends flowers three times a day, we share scanty talks on the phone and that’s it…I miss him. I miss those few days when we had a blast, when our relationship was a little seamless. But that’s how it is with relationships. We’ll disagree, but we’ll always find a way around it.Once Xander has had his time to think, I’m sure we’ll find a wa
EvangelineXander’s arm cages me from behind as the door closes behind Carter. His breath is a whisper against my neck.I lean back into him, a smile curling my lips. “You’re a very clingy man, Mr. Alexander.”“Hm…” he drawls, trailing kisses up the valley of my neck to the back of my ear. “There’s just something about my beautiful wife that draws me in.”I turn to face him. “Really.”He nods. “Really.”“Let’s sit for a moment, Xander, and talk.” I tap his bicep as I step out of his hold and walk to the dinning and taking a sit.Xander stares after me with a serious look on his face, lips pursed as though wanting to ask why I suddenly sound so serious.I offer him a smile, tapping another seat and tipping my head to gesture him over. He moves, prowling forward on hesitant steps until he closes the distance and settles into the seat beside mine.“What’s wrong, Angel?” He asks, threading his fingers through mine.“Nothing,” I swallow, “I just wanted to talk to you about names.”He rais
Alexander“Or maybe we give them what they want.” Evangeline’s voice, filled with certainty, cuts me off. My brows furrow, she squeezes my hand with reassurance while she explains. “I’ve been thinking about how I’d announce this, so now that it’s a hot topic, then I guess we’ll have to use this opportunity.”Carter’s brows shoot up. And I can see his ears rising with interest. “I’m all ears.”“I was thinking about having a professional photoshoot here or at Xander’s place. It’ll be a casual social media post, but it’ll raise a lot of dust, because we’ll make sure to confirm that we’re married and not just dating.”“And how does that help us?” I ask. “You know what will happen if we do that. Chanel will make sure everyone who cares to know, knows that it was you in those pictures—““Yes,” Evangeline nods, her face relaxed like she doesn’t care about that. “That’s exactly what I want her to do. The world will hate me, call me a whore, call me a home-breaker. And that’s when we’ll partn
Alexander“It seems you and Xander have been close a long time, Carter, since you both share almost the same brain cells.” Evangeline chirps.I knew she was going to comment on that identical statement me and Carter made: “To be liked by Evangeline.” It’s something we came up with years ago when someone who couldn’t stand either of us suddenly started treating us with a bit of kindness.I look up from my plate, my eyes meeting Carter’s uncertain ones. He raises a brow, I offer him an imperceptible nod.I don’t know why he’d need my permission to strike up a conversation with my wife.His throat moves with a swallow as he swallows the remaining bit of food in his mouth. “We’ve known each forever. Ever since we were teenagers.”I laugh at the memories.Angel wipes down the corners of her mouth before setting down the napkin and turning to Carter with a smile. “Really?”“Yes.” He answers, “Alexander was the weird rich kid. And I was the cool not so rich kid. He needed a backbone, I neede