تسجيل الدخولSomeone She Used to KnowTHE mall was the kind of place that reminded her of who she used to be in the past.There was a time she loved shopping, splurging the little amount of money she was making on Evan and Marcus. She and Marcus had brought Evan here when he was small enough to fall asleep in the stroller, that was after they had issues and patched up. She had not thought about that in years, and she found, walking through the entrance now with Evan pulling slightly ahead of her with his little hands clasped around hers, that it was strangely comforting to do this again."Can we start at the top floor?" Evan asked. He was already craning toward the escalators impatiently, as if he would bolt anytime soon if she gave him the permission to."We start with the shops I need," she said. "Then we'll see what time is left."Evan groaned loudly and put his hands over his face in disappointment. Elena just giggled and listed everything she needed to buy in her head. The CEO announcement wa
First MoveELENA sent the tip at the moment that she could perceive the rice she was boiling on fire.She typed the final line of the anonymous message — a forwarded file of Marcus's transaction records, the ones she had gotten legally during the court case procedure, and the ones she had someone secretly investigate, and lastly the ones she had kept in a folder mislabeled Evan's school documents and told herself she might never use (while she was still married to Marcus, and she pressed send. Then she placed the burner phone face-down on the counter beside the stove and went back to stirring.She had addressed the message to two departments at the financial crimes authority and copied a second version of the text to an investigative journalist whose byline she had been following for three years. She kept the cover message short without any detailed explanation or introduction about who she was and why she was doing what she did. She just sent the files and a single line of message at
Her Name BackKEMI slid the document across the table carefully with a small but proud expression on her face. The look of relief on her face was enough to ease the tension in Elena's mind because she was tired of getting jumped with new motions filed by Marcus in order to elongate the case."Read the final line," Kemi whispered to Elena as they sat on the kitchen counter of Elena's home.Elena read the lines carefully...*...hereafter Elena Brooks, reverting to her birth name upon finalization of proceedings...*The relief washed over her again as a smile broke out on her face. She put the document down and took a sip of her sweet tea, enjoying the fact that her own name was returned in a legal language. She was finally her."What about the eighty percent?" she squinted slightly and carried the paper again. "I didn't read it in the paper."Kemi's expression told her before the words did. "The assets transferred to Evan's name are legally his. As his guardian, you have oversight but y
What They SayTHE comments started the same way they always did. Elena was at her kitchen table with coffee and her personal laptop when she saw the first wave of comments. Not because she was looking for it, but because Freya sent her a message that the company had announced that Elena has been relieved from working with them, and she added that Elena shouldn't read the comments. Elena tried at first, but she wanted to see what they were saying. She was curious. She knew they would be horrible, but she still turned on her WiFi to go online, and the comments flooded her screen at once."She got fired because he finally saw what she really was.""The CEO realized she was too old and too messy and moved on.""Did you see the photo from the airport? She looks exhausted and worn out. No wonder he got tired.""Someone said she has a son too. That poor child."The more she read, the worse she felt. They were cruel in every sense, but they were misinterpreting what really happened, and Elena
Either Me Or HerELENA was reviewing the organizer's followup email when she heard a knock on her office door. She felt her heart skip a beat as she waited for the news. It wasn't Michelle who stepped in this time, it was two men from building services who were holding a trolley and a set of flat-pack boxes. They stopped in the doorway and looked at each other when they saw her at the desk."Ms. Brooks?" one of them said unsurely like he wasn't expecting her to be there."Yes," Elena held her chin up and held their gaze."We're here to..." He glanced at his work order. "...facilitate the relocation of your workspace materials."The man was trying to be nice, she noted. She looked at the trolley. She looked at the boxes. She looked at the work order he was holding and understood immediately what was happening, that was when Michelle appeared behind them while carrying an envelope.Michelle stepped around the two men and placed the envelope on Elena's desk with the professional calm of
The Board RoomELENA walked into the boardroom and saw Eamon before she sat down.He was already at the table, jacket on, posture straight, looking exactly like himself after days of treatment. Her heart flipped in her chest when she was hit with how attractive he really looked attractive this morning. She sat at the far end of the table and put her bag on the floor and did not look at him again. They had found Evan the previous day across the street. Apparently, he had come home, but everything felt weird and he didn't want to stay alone. He had been playing with the neighbours' children.Michelle sat three seats from Eamon while Harriet called the meeting to order."We're here to address the events at the International Technology and Finance Summit," Harriet said. "Michelle, we would like to get your account of the event immediately."Michelle stood up, immaculately dressed and began speaking. She made everything seem like it was Elena's fault. She said Elena had failed to appear on
When the Spotlight TurnedELENA spotted them easily.Marcus and Tiara stood a few feet away, pressed too close, fingers interlocked, her head tilted toward his shoulder as though it belonged there. The sight no longer stabbed her heart the way it had minutes ago. Instead, a slow, wicked smirk curve
When the Past Refuses to Sign Away Its PowerELENA lifted the phone to her ear, her fingers tightening slightly around it as the call connected.“Hello?” she said, keeping her voice steady.“Mrs. Brooks— sorry, Ms. Elena,” her lawyer corrected himself quickly. “I just left Marcus’s residence.”Her h
Cracks Beneath the RoofMARCUS lounged on the edge of the couch, one ankle resting on his knee, the television blaring some late-afternoon sports recap he wasn’t really watching. His neck was now less painful from the grip of his wife's boss, some balm had done that. His phone buzzed in his palm,
Whispers in the HallABOUT thirty minutes later or there about, they were done.Elena gently placed her napkin on the table, her appetite long satisfied, while Eamon sat opposite her exactly as he had throughout the meal— untouched plate, untouched drink, untouched hunger. He hadn’t taken a single







