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GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW.“Yes.”The word escaped my lips before I could stop it. The entire room freezes; the stares of every single person in here felt scorching against my skin. The old man doesn’t let go of me. The warm smile remains on his lips as he holds Felix’s hand with his other hand.For a moment, no one speaks; not even Bianca. Not until the man, Ernest Whitmore, reached for Felix’s hand and placed it over mine. His wrinkly fingers closed around both of ours, then he looked directly at Julian;“Good.” His voice doesn’t come out in a whisper; instead, it’s loud, strong, and confident. Probably something a man of his stature would have controlled a corporation as large as Whitmore Enterprise. Julian visibly stiffened, his fingers still trembling as he held onto the handlebars of his wife’s wheelchair. “I have spent years wondering who would inherit all that I have built; who was worthy enough, smart enough to lead all of my life’s work and the work of generations before m

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW. “We found it!” Calliope’s voice echoed from further down the hallway just before I heard her footsteps. I clutched the frame to my chest, barely minding that the shards dug into my skin when I turned around. My pulse thundered against my ribs, the tears in my eyes fell freely now, untill I couldn’t control it. “What?” Carter appeared in the doorway first, dust coated the front of his varsity jacket, while he clutched an old metal box. The edges were rusted, and the lock hanging from it looked like an ancient artifact. Behind him, my sister wiped at her eyes. For a moment, neither of them noticed the photograph trembling between my fingers, or the tears streaming constantly down my cheeks. Until finally, I saw my sister’s expression freeze. Her gaze dropped at first, straight to the picture pressed against my chest. The color drained from her face, her eye wide with a mix of sadness and worry as she whispered; her voice cracked. “Oh..” My throat tighte

GENEVIVE’S POINT OF VIEW.My eyes snapped open. I was still on my knees, Callope, Carter, and Ernest’s driver on either side of me. My sister’s worried gaze washed over me from the corner of my eye, but all I could think, all I could hear was that….“I’ll cease to be your father, Genevieve.” Slowly, I turned to Calliope, my eyes wide, my vision blurry as a whimper escaped my lips.“Did dad refuse my relationship with Felix?” Her first reaction was wider eyes; her mouth fell open even wider as she drew back as I burned her.She stared back at the old dusty house behind us, then slowly stared back at me.“H-how did you know?” Her tongue peeked out and licked away the dryness from her lower lip before she swallowed. “You’re remembering….barely an hour inside this house again, and you already….”“Answer the question, Calliope.” I didn’t mean to snap or disregard her feelings.It’s just….it feels like everyone else knows about my life, my past, my identity, and I’m just floating around li

GENEVIEVE’S POINT OF VIEW.The world felt wrong. Nothing made sense anymore. The marriage agreement that stared back at me, and the paper I suspect it to have come from, were tightly clutched between my trembling hands as Ernest’s driver pulled into the parking lot.Even after the entire drive back, I still couldn’t stop staring at it. ‘MARRIAGE AGREEMENT BETWEEN FELIX CHRISTOPHER WHITMORE AND GENEVIEVE DAISY CARLYLE.”The words blurred repeatedly into my soul as my tears flowed freely. Every time I blinked or breathed, I saw them again. Every time I took a puff of air, they seemed to burn even hotter into my skull. I wasn’t sad. Not anymore; no; I was burning. I wanted answers to my many questions, and I knew there was only one person who could grant them.Married….Felix and I were married. Not just that we dated, or were regular high school sweethearts secretly in love; we were fucking married.The realization seemed to hit harder each time. My stomach twisted violently as the car

FELIX’S POINT OF VIEW.The second the door shut behind Genevieve, the room seemed to lose all its warmth. My eyes remained rooted on the spot where she disappeared, and my palm tingled from where we held hands. My heart rate suddenly spiked, my skin clammy as I counted down the seconds until she would return.I hated being far from her, especially when Elias was so close. Why did she look so devastated? Why did she keep crying? Why were her eyes so puffy? We got married yesterday. Surely she should be happy, right? Yes, it was my idea.I was so tired of Julian’s interferences, of the obstacles we had to face simply because we loved each other.Or because I loved her.Or because he loved her too….if it were just me, Julian would never care. I was damaged goods to him, but when Elias gets involved…The thought of her being present in this place, with my father also inside it, should place a smile on my face. Genevieve yesterday would never have done that.However, the moment I moved my