All Chapters of The Last Anniversary : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The phone rang again.The high-pitched, cheerful default ringtone sliced through the heavy silence of the dining room.I didn't even need to look down to know whose name was illuminating the screen.Ethan.His name glowed brightly against the glass, pulsing with a regular, mocking rhythm, as if nothing had changed.As if he hadn’t just stood before a crowd of millions and told the entire country that another woman owned his heart.As if he hadn't just reduced our seven-year marriage to a worthless piece of paper.I stood perfectly still, my eyes fixed on the flashing screen until the ringing finally cut out, leaving the room heavy with silence once more.A second later, the screen lit up again.The phone vibrated violently against my palm.Then it rang a third time. And a fourth.By the fifth consecutive call, my thumb dragged across the screen.I pressed the phone to my ear.I didn't do it because I was angry, or because I was desperate for an apology.I did it because my heart was s

The next morning, I woke up before my alarm.For a few seconds, I completely forgot where I was.Then my eyes adjusted to the faded wallpaper of my childhood bedroom, the old familiar curtains, and the single suitcase sitting quietly in the corner.Reality crashed back down on me like a physical weight.I was no longer living in the Carter estate.I was back in my old room at my father's house because I truly didn’t know what else to do.I reached for my phone on the nightstand with a trembling hand.There were three missed calls from Ethan, all logged in the middle of the night.I stared at his name on the screen, my chest tightening with a familiar, painful pull.Then I flipped the phone face down.I wasn’t ready to hear his voice, his excuses, or his clinical corporate apologies.Maybe I wouldn’t be ready for a very long time.I got out of bed, pulling a worn sweater tightly around myself, and walked down the creaky stairs into the kitchen.Lily was already awake, leaning against t

For the first time in days, my phone rang with news I had actually been waiting for.I was sitting at the edge of my childhood bed, my old university notebook open beside my laptop, when an unfamiliar local number appeared on the screen.I stared at it.For several agonizing seconds, I couldn’t bring myself to slide the screen and answer. My chest tightened with the sudden, familiar fear that it might be Ethan calling from another burner line.Then, I took a deep breath, forced my shoulders back, and pressed accept.“Hello?”“May I speak with Claire, please?” a polished, professional female voice asked.“Yes. This is Claire.”“Good morning, Claire. My name is Rebecca Hall. I’m the HR Director over at Vanguard Media.”My heart stopped completely.Vanguard Media.The sheer mention of the company name alone pulled my mind six whole years into the past.“We received your application late last night,” Rebecca continued smoothly. “And I wanted to personally reach out to you as soon as I saw

The bedroom remained entirely quiet long after my screams had subsided.My mother stayed on the mattress with me, her arms wrapped securely around my shoulders as my breathing slowly transitioned from frantic gasps into a dull, hollow ache.The text message on the phone screen didn't change. It sat there in the pale morning light, confirming the exact sequence of words I had spent the last twenty-four hours desperately praying I had misread on his screen at dawn.Vanessa was pregnant. The phantom fear was now an absolute, undeniable reality.My father walked into the bedroom a few minutes later, carrying a fresh glass of water. He stopped near the edge of the bed, his sharp eyes glassing over as they darted between my tear-stained face and the phone resting face-up on the sheets.Slowly, he reached down and picked up the device, his eyes scanning Ethan's words.I watched the skin around his jaw turn entirely white as he clenched his teeth, his chest heaving with a sudden, suffocating

The thirtieth-floor boardroom looked entirely different at eight o’clock in the morning.The frantic, high-octane energy of the afternoon workforce hadn't yet flooded the hallways, leaving the polished mahogany tables and glass walls wrapped in an eerie, quiet stillness.I stood just outside the heavy double doors, my fingers tightening like a vice around the strap of my portfolio folder.I had barely managed an hour of restless sleep the night before, my mind spinning in endless circles over Rebecca Hall’s cryptic, urgent phone call.I took a slow, grounding breath, smoothed down the front of a clean, dark blue tailored trousers suit, and pushed the door open.Mr. Bennett was already sitting at the head of the long conference table.He didn't have his fountain pen out today. Instead, three thick, bound corporate dossiers sat stacked neatly before him, topped by a printed legal brief.“Sit down, Claire,” he said, his deep baritone cutting through the morning silence without a single h