It had been two days since Ryan informed Amelia of his part in her transfer to DCL and his intentions of keeping her away from James. His decision had been made hastily out of pure jealousy after realizing the extent to which Amelia would go to save her relationship with James. Despite being the cause of their fight, he couldn't bear the thought of her fixing things with the man, not after how he’d verbally abused her to his hearing. The names James had called her out of anger had struck him with rage, fuelling his disdain for the man. He could never let Amelia go back to such a man.At first, he’d told himself it was because he cared so much for her but he knew it was more because of the affection Amelia felt for the man. It angered him and tore at his heart to realize the bitter truth that he was slowly losing his wife. Amelia may not accept it yet but he wasn’t going to give up until she was completely his and if he couldn't have her, no other man would take his place in her heart.

Amelia stood on the porch of James’ home, her hands tucked in the pocket of her jacket and her eyes staring at the hardwood door, with her heart beating wildly. She knew the moment she knocked on that door would be the end of whatever she’s had with James. She was on the verge of tossing away all that they’ve shared together, both the good and bad memories and all of the times the man had cared for her, putting his feelings last and showering her with all of the love she craved. But still, it wasn’t enough.The sad reality hit her as she searched her heart, hoping to find one more reason to hold on but it was as if her mind had shut down. All that she was thinking of was how to make things right and to stop hurting him continuously. For the past few days, she’d gone over the incident at Ryan’s home when James had shown up unexpectedly and that alone was more than enough reason to let him go. She’d broken the trust he had in her.Glancing back at the cab that was waiting for her, and t

Amelia stared at herself in the mirror, sliding her sweaty palms down her pencil skirt to smoothen the crease that had formed on her navy pencil skirt when she’d risen from the sofa in the room after wearing her heels. It was going to be her first day as Ryan’s assistant and she didn’t think she was ready to resume. She had no idea how it’d feel to walk back into that place where her story with Ryan had begun.Will she run into the employees that have been there the last time she went there? Will they question her sudden reappearance after five years? And will they link her appearance to Ryan?These thoughts crossed her mind but she knew it was inevitable at that point. She had no option but to show up at work and start getting used to the new environment and her new position as her ex-husband’s assistant. Releasing a deep sigh, she walked towards the sofa and reached for her bag, at the same time as Ryan stepped into the room.“Baby, are you ready?” he asked, but when she turned arou

The moment Amelia was out the door, Selena’s condescending gaze was fixed on Ryan with disgust emanating from her but Ryan couldn’t care less as his eyes were on the door, anger brewing in him from Amelia’s disobedience. “So this is it, huh?” Selena said, breaking Ryan’s trance. His dark gaze landed on her and what she saw in them had her re-thinking her next words, while she also wondered how much Ryan had fallen for his employee. “You’ve now stooped so low to the level of sleeping around with your employees and you have no ounce of shame in you that you’ll even show off your illicit affair in my presence, the woman you were once…” But before she could finish her sentence, Ryan snapped at her, having had enough of her continuous presence in his life and her ability to always get a rise out of him with her judgemental words, while she failed to see how much of a terrible person she was. “I owe you no explanation, Selena, but if it’ll make you feel better, that’s my wife and the moth

It's a Saturday morning and James is seated in one of the booths of the fancy restaurant Selena had chosen for their meet-up. He’d flown into New York the evening of the previous day, and had spent the night at a hotel, to ensure he wouldn’t be late because he has other plans after he meets with Selena. He sat there sipping from a glass of juice and occasionally glancing at the entrance in hopes of seeing Selena but each time he was disappointed, it only revved up his agitation, his eagerness coursing through him, and making him ball and unball his fists. He tried using his phone as a means of distraction but it did nothing to take his mind off the millions of possible ways his meeting with his ex-girlfriend could go. While he wondered what Selena would think of his feelings for Amelia, he wasn’t the least bit bothered. If his ex-girlfriend was still the same gold-digging two-faced woman he knew, then she would surely jump at the opportunity he was about to offer her. After he’d con