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Nate bursts into a short, dry, humorless laugh as he stares at me like I’ve completely lost my mind. “You? Divorce?” He shakes his head, amusement dripping from his voice. “I have to admit that this one is indeed creative, almost cute.” I just stare at him calmly. This time, there’s no anger or rage boiling inside of me. Just complete emotional exhaustion. I’m drained. And all I want is for this conversation to end so I can walk out of this hell. Sighing, I walk over to my handbag, pull out the divorce papers, and hand them to him. “Why don’t you see for yourself?” I say quietly. Nate’s amused expression slowly fades as he reads the document. His brows pull together in confusion, then disbelief. When he finally lifts his gaze back to me, his emerald-gray eyes are slightly dilated, searching my face as if looking for any sign that this is another one of my “tricks.” “What the hell is this?” “You can read, can’t you?” I reply with a small shrug. “Now that Ava is back, I figured I should just make way for you two.” “Stop acting like you’re doing us a fucking favor,” Nate growls dangerously. He grips the papers tightly in his fist and storms closer until there’s barely any space left between us. He towers over me, his broad tall frame casting a shadow that makes the room feel smaller. His familiar cologne; the same one I used to love, now turns my stomach. “You stole Ava’s place for five years,” he hisses, voice low and venomous. “What right do you have to act generous now and talk about giving up the spot like you’re some kind of saint? You really have no shame, do you?” I let out a dry, quiet laugh and bite my lower lip. I really thought he would be happy. I expected him to throw a party at the idea of getting rid of me. Instead, here he is, throwing tantrums about the past again. What a child. “You think this is funny?” he snarls, nose flaring. “You think you can just crawl into my life like a gold-digging leech and crawl out whenever you feel like it?” I meet his hard gaze without flinching. “I don’t think any of this is funny. In fact, you’re the one not taking me seriously right now.” I take one step closer, closing the remaining distance until my body lightly brushes against his. “You’ve never loved me, Nate. Not for a single day.” Saying the words out loud makes the pain in my chest feel fresh again, but I swallow it down. “So why don’t we just let each other go and live the lives we actually want? You’ll finally get the freedom to run to Ava and be with her as much as you want, since she’s the one you love. Isn’t that what you want?” “Love?” Nate’s voice drips with absolute disgust and rage. “You dare speak to me about love? A worthless orphan who used her mother’s kidney to trap me?” “You forced yourself into my family and into my house like a fucking plague. You enjoyed luxury you never earned, and now you want freedom?” He leans in closer, his breath hot against my face. “You will never be Ava. You were never even close. The only reason I tolerate you is because of my grandmother. The moment she’s gone, I’ll throw you out like the trash you are.” Every single word that leaves his mouth is a sharp arrow that pierces straight into my already mauled heart. Still, I fight back tears from forming. I will not let him see me weak again. Then, before I can even see it coming, Nate suddenly lifts the divorce papers and tears them into pieces right in front of my eyes. A gasp of disbelief escapes my lips. I stare at the shredded pieces falling around our feet, my mind struggling to process what just happened. What kind of sick person is he? All I asked for was freedom from this toxic cage, and even that he refuses to give me? He still won’t let me go? I look up into those angry emerald-gray eyes, searching for any trace of the kind little boy I once knew. The boy who saved me years ago at his family’s luxurious banquet. I had snuck in as a little girl, wearing old clothes and worn-out shoes. The rich kids mocked me cruelly, taunting my cheap appearance, before pushing me into the pool, knowing I couldn’t swim. I was drowning, terrified, until that little boy jumped in and pulled me out. He gave me his towel and warned the others to stay away. From that day, he became my little superman. My secret crush. But that boy is long gone. The cold, cruel man standing in front of me now is nothing like him. Swallowing the heavy lump in my throat, I steady my voice with everything I have left. “I’ll send you a new copy of the divorce papers tomorrow,” I say, fighting to stay calm. “Please sign them. I don’t want to drag this to court. So, let’s settle it amicably.” Ignoring the disbelief on his face, I turn my back to him and continue packing. My hands shake slightly as I shove the rest of my clothes messily into the suitcase, zip it shut, grab the handle, and storm toward the door. Just as my fingers reach for the doorknob, Nate’s phone rings behind me. He answers it immediately, his voice sharp with impatience. “Yes?” His assistant Michael’s voice comes through on speaker. “Boss, I’m organizing Miss Ava’s medical records, but I found something important I think you need to know.” My fingers freeze on the doorknob. My entire body goes cold. “I found Mrs. Hawthorne’s miscarriage surgery record, sir.” For a moment, everything is silent. I can feel Nate’s shock behind me. Slowly, I turn my head. Our eyes meet. He looks pale and completely shaken, like he’s just seen a ghost. “Miscarriage?” Nate asks, staring straight at me.~NATE~For a couple of seconds, Ava only stares at me. Every color drains slowly from her face, disbelief replacing the confidence she’d worn all evening.Then she lets out a shaky laugh.“Nate… what are you talking about?”“I figured you’d deny it.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my phone and tap the video.The footage begins to play.The second Ava sees herself on the screen, she looks just as pale as a ghost. After asking security to delete the footage earlier, I made sure to get a copy sent to me first because I suspected she might try to lie. And she just did.So now, not only is she a manipulator, but also a liar. The two combinations I hate the most.“Nate, I…” she stutters, the words dying before they fully form.Her shoulders sag, then tears spill down her cheeks.“I messed up, didn’t I?”“You think?” The bitterness in my voice catches me off guard. “I expected better from you, Ava.”She lowers her head as sobs shake her frame.“I was insecure and scared,” she whispers
~NATE~“We believe you arrived with one of the contestants, Miss Ava Sterling, correct, sir?”The second security officer’s question only deepens the frown already pulling at my brow as I follow them into the security office.Several monitors line the walls, each displaying footage from different sections of the building.“Yes,” I answer. “Why?”The two men exchange a glance before one of them steps toward a monitor and begins rewinding the footage.“Actually, sir, there appears to be a problem.”The video stops.A hooded woman appears on the black-and-white screen. She’s inside the gallery.At first glance, nothing seems unusual. Then I notice the way she keeps looking over her shoulder before approaching one of the displayed paintings.Her movements are hurried and nervous like a thief as she lifts the artwork and quickly leaves the room.My confusion grows.“What’s this supposed to mean?”The officer turns toward me. “Does she look familiar?”I study the footage, but the hood obscu
~NATE~“Congratulations on winning, Lori. You were incredible out there.”“No, that’s too much.” I drag a hand through my hair and pace near the building’s exit.“Congrats, Lori.”I stop. That sounds stupid too.For the past ten minutes, I’ve been standing here like an idiot, rehearsing different ways to talk to my wife while she remained inside accepting congratulations from literally everyone at the competition.The irony isn’t lost on me.I have spent years convincing myself Lori wasn’t talented, ambitious or worthy enough. Only for her to walk onto that stage and prove me wrong in front of hundreds of people.Not only is she talented, but she’s also exceptional.Even Ava, who had attended one of the most prestigious art schools in the country, wasn’t able to move the audience the way Lori did.Heavens, why am I overthinking things?I’m sure it’s just that I feel it’s right to congratulate her. Or maybe I simply want an excuse to properly look at her.Because ever since she’d stepp
~LORETTE~ Despite the humiliation threatening to swallow me whole, I somehow manage to stay seated. The old me would’ve run out of this hall long ago. I would’ve hidden in the nearest restroom and cried until everyone forgot I existed. But for Ella’s sake, I sit quietly and watch as the judges continue scoring the remaining paintings. When participant twelve’s artwork is revealed, a few judges nod in approval. Participant nineteen earns impressed murmurs from the audience. Then participant twenty-two’s painting is brought forward, and I don’t need anyone to announce the artist’s name before I know who it is. One look at Ava’s face and I already know it’s hers. The confidence radiating from her is a dead give-away. The moment the covering cloth is removed, appreciative gasps ripple through the hall. At the center of the painting stands a massive ancient tree, its branches stretched toward the sky. As the eye travels across the canvas, the seasons change around it—spri
~LORETTE~ Within minutes, everyone is seated and the hall falls into a tense silence as the final round officially begins. My heart is pounding so hard that I can barely hear anything else, but I still manage to keep myself together. Thankfully, Ella is beside me. She reaches for my hand beneath the table and gives it a reassuring squeeze, offering me a small smile. At the center of the stage, the host steps forward with a microphone. “As stated in the rules communicated to all finalists,” he announces, “all paintings were submitted yesterday and collected ahead of today’s event. To ensure fairness, every artwork will be judged anonymously, with only participant numbers attached to each piece.” Excited murmurs ripple through the hall. “No names will be revealed until the scoring process is complete. The judges will evaluate each painting based solely on creativity, execution, and interpretation of the theme: Time.” I swallow hard. Yesterday, after finishing my paintin
~LORETTE~ “We’re really sorry we can’t be there to cheer you on today, Lori.” Lucas’s voice is filled with regret as he speaks to me early the next morning. “It’s a pity that our brothers and I all ended up having important work commitments on the same day.” He shakes his head before offering me an apologetic smile. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you. In fact, I have a surprise waiting for you.” “It’s okay, brother. I understand.” I smile reassuringly. As much as I would have loved to have Lucas, Hunter, and Jace there with me today, I can’t expect them to jeopardize their jobs because of a competition. The job market is already difficult enough without risking unemployment over something like this. “Just wish me luck, okay?” Lucas chuckles softly. “All the luck in the world, little sis.” After my brothers leave, Ella takes over. She helps me into my dress, fixes my hair, and somehow manages to transform my face with makeup without making me look like a complete
~NATE~“What do you mean someone else is handling her mother’s medical bills?” I stare at Micheal across my office in utter disbelief, certain I must have heard him wrong.Because there is simply no way. No fucking way.“How is that even possible?” I ask, my voice sharpening as frustration begins c
~LORETTE~ “Hospital?” Lucas’s voice immediately fills with heavy worry. “What happened? Are you okay, Lori?” “I got into an accident,” I reply quietly, not having the energy to explain more. We’re not close enough for that. “Oh God, Lori…” The panic in his voice grows. “Were you badly injured? Pl
~LORETTE~ “No.” I whisper, my voice thick with tears as I search into the faces of the doctors, desperately hoping they are kidding. But their faces remain full of remorse and pity. They are not joking. “No, no, no. God, please no!” I break down completely, sobbing hard. My bandaged arm and leg
~LORETTE~ “Help me, please… my baby…” I choke out in my wrecked car, drenched in my blood, hoping somebody would hear me. But only cold silence greets me. I have just been involved in an accident on my way home from my prenatal checkup. One second, I was smiling like the most contented woman ali







