Mag-log inI sat up straight the moment I saw Xavier drive into the parking lot.Finally.He had decided to come home after leaving so abruptly this morning.It was already 9:25 p.m. I couldn’t help but wonder where he had been all day. Somehow, I had a feeling he hadn’t been at the office.A few moments later, I heard the elevator ding, followed by the familiar beep of the fingerprint scanner as Xavier unlocked the front door.I remained seated in the living room. The lights were off, leaving the room cloaked in darkness. I folded my arms across my chest, trying to keep the anger bubbling inside me under control.He stepped inside, completely unaware that I was there.He slipped off his shoes and was about to head to his room when I finally spoke.“Where have you been all day?” I asked, still seated.He flinched slightly before turning toward the sound of my voice. I had obviously startled him, but I was to
XAVIER’S POVI drove to the restaurant with rage burning through me. My grip tightened around the steering wheel until my knuckles turned pale.I had agreed to Sydney’s request.I had promised I wouldn’t go ahead with the lawsuit against Kendrick.And for a brief moment, I had every intention of honoring that promise.Then I called him.Not to threaten him, not even to argue. I wanted to know if there was even an ounce of remorse left in him.Instead…He laughed.He actually laughed over the phone.As though publicly humiliating an innocent woman on her wedding day was some harmless prank.As though violating Sydney’s privacy was nothing more than collateral damage in whatever twisted vendetta he had against me.That laugh was all it took.The moment the call ended, I phoned my attorney.“Proceed.”One word.That was all he needed.No delays. No negotiations. No mercy.I no longer cared that Kendrick and I shared the same blood.Blood did not excuse betrayal.If anything, it made it
I woke up to silence.I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I stretched. A yawn escaped my lips.My gaze drifted around the room.Empty.Ava had gone home a few days ago, and I already missed her. She had a way of filling every room with laughter and endless chatter. Without her, the loft felt far too quiet.The only sound was the steady ticking of the clock perched on top of my wardrobe.10:45 a.m.Still early.I sighed, wondering how I was supposed to occupy another long, uneventful day.To make our marriage appear convincing, Xavier and I had agreed to stay away from work for a while. A honeymoon, at least in the public’s eyes, was expected. Instead of lying on a beach somewhere, we were hiding inside his luxurious loft, pretending the outside world didn’t exist.Ironically, I barely saw my own husband.He spent most of his time locked away in his office or bedroom, leaving me to wander around the apartment like a restless ghost.Lately, I had become so bored that even
“Isn’t your ex the brother of the man you’re currently married to?” Bianca asked, feigning innocence.Loud gasps erupted around us.People whispered among themselves, pointing in my direction. More phones appeared, cameras flashing in my face as strangers began recording.I lowered my head and covered part of my face with my hand, hoping to avoid being recognized.This couldn’t be my new reality.“You didn’t just marry the eldest son—you started with the younger brother and seduced your way to the top,” Bianca continued, her voice pitched high enough for everyone in the shop to hear.“You stole him from me,” she spat. “Everyone knows he was supposed to be mine, but you came along and ruined everything!”“Come on. We’re leaving. Right now.” Ava grabbed my arm, her eyes darting around the room as the crowd continued to grow.“Can you believe this woman dated Xavier’s brother, Kendrick, for years?” Bianca called out to the gathering audience. “Then the moment she got close to Xavier, she
The automatic doors slide open as we step into the airport, cool air rushing against my skin.Ava walks beside me while Xavier pushes my mother’s suitcase with effortless ease, the two of them surprisingly deep in conversation.“…and then the investor completely backed out?” my mom asks, sounding far more interested than she has sounded in anything concerning me in years.Xavier nods once. “Last minute. But we recovered the deal.”“That’s impressive.”I stare at them in disbelief.Impressive?Since when does my mother sound this engaged?And why is it with him?Ava bumps my shoulder lightly, clearly entertained.“Your mother likes him,” she whispers.“I can see that,” I mutter.Because somehow, in the twenty minutes we’ve been here, my mother has spoken more to Xavier than she has spoken to me all week.Traitor.Why is he speaking to her like they’ve known each other for years?Meanwhile, I’m standing right here feeling like a third wheel in my own family interaction.Ava looks second
“We’re home.”Xavier’s voice cut through the noise in my head.I blinked, realizing I hadn’t registered the last few minutes of the drive.My hand moved automatically to the seatbelt, unfastening it with a soft click.The car door opened before I could reach for it.Xavier stood there, one hand resting lightly against the door, the other waiting.I hesitated for half a second before placing my hand in his.He helped me out without a word.The night air felt cooler than it should have or maybe it was just me.The moment we stepped inside, the quiet wrapped around me again.The apartment was too neat, too normal like nothing had happened.I slipped off my shoes and moved further in, not really sure where I was going. Just… moving.My phone buzzed.Then again.And again.I pulled it out.Unknown numbers flooding my screen, notifications stacked on top of each other.Mentions, messages, tags.My stomach tightened as I opened one.It was a meme caricature of my old picture. There was a poo
I got to work a few minutes past resumption time because I slept through my alarm— it must be my body’s way of resting after my terrific weekend. My morning was rushed, I had to prepare hurriedly for work and still ended up arriving late. I rushed in, scared of the consequences of my boss arriving
“Whoa! Breathe Sydney— what happened?!” My best friend’s voice filled with panic asked in perplexity. “What’s happening Syd?” She paused, “I’m beginning to get very worried— did someone die?” She asked worriedly. “Okay, breathe— in, out, yes just like that” she says trying to get me stable. After
I yawned, exhausted from the day’s work. I really had a long day, coupled with the whole drama that happened with my boss and his girlfriend—or more like ex for a very short well, till they picked up things from where they left off. I looked at the time and I gasped, not expecting it to be this lat
“Good morning Mr Crest”. I greeted my arrogant boss and as usual, he strolled past me with a frown on his face not even acknowledging my existence. “Asshole,” I muttered under my breath. I continue to type away at my desk as I am very busy. It isn't like there’s ever a day that I am not busy or ove







