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A million dollars

Lydia POVI leaned back in my chair calmly.“You can charge whatever you believe your value is.”“Exactly!”“The problem,” I continued, “is not pricing high. The problem is reputation management after the pricing conversation became public.”She quieted immediately.Because that was the part influencers rarely understood.The internet did not actually care about numbers.It cared about emotional interpretation.People were not angry because she requested a million dollars.People were angry because emotionally, they no longer felt connected to the version of her they originally followed.“There’s a difference,” I explained calmly, “between audiences admiring your success and audiences feeling alienated by it.”She sighed heavily through the speaker.“So what do I even do now? Everybody’s dragging me.”I opened the campaign notes in front of me.“Okay. First thing: reframing.”Silence.Then:“…What does that mean exactly?”“It means we change the emotional framing of the conversation w

Work

Lydia POV“I think this might actually work.”“It will work,” I corrected calmly. “If you stop responding emotionally and start responding strategically.”She laughed tiredly.“You know what’s scary?”“What?”“You sound like you could fix governments.”“I probably could,” I replied honestly.That made her burst into laughter again.Then after the call ended successfully, I finally looked down at my phone again.A message from Dave.I stared at it for a few seconds already exhausted emotionally.Honestly?Could this man allow me breathe for forty eight consecutive hours?Apparently not.The message read:Hi Lydia. I hope you and the kids are resting properly now. You planned an amazing party.I rolled my eyes immediately.Because unfortunately?He still spoke exactly the same way.That careful tone.That familiar rhythm.Dangerous nostalgia packaged inside normal sentences.I typed back quickly.Please get to the point. I’m busy.Technically I was not busy anymore.But spiritually?I w

Attachment

Lydia POVAnd before he could respond, I ended the call.Immediately.Because if I listened any longer, I was genuinely afraid I would start emotionally processing things I had carefully avoided for years.The silence afterward felt loud.Too loud.I sat there for several minutes staring blankly at nothing while my thoughts fought each other violently.One part of me wanted to protect the twins from uncertainty entirely.Another part quietly wondered if I was protecting myself more than them.That thought annoyed me instantly.So naturally, instead of processing my emotions like a healthy adult, I called Dr. Sana.Because if there was one thing I had learned in therapy, it was this:When your brain starts sounding like five different people arguing inside one room, involve a professional.She answered after the second ring.“Well,” she said immediately, amusement already in her voice, “this sharp interruption better be important because technically this is my lunch break.”I exhaled t

Outsider

Lydia POVI stood outside Lydia’s door for a few seconds before ringing the bell, trying to mentally prepare myself for whatever version of her I was going to meet today.Cold Lydia.Polite Lydia.Furious Lydia.Honestly, I would have accepted any version at that point because at least she was still allowing me see the kids.The door opened after a few seconds and there she was standing in oversized lounge clothes with that same composed expression she always wore whenever she was trying not to strangle me emotionally. Her hair was tied back carelessly, glasses resting low on her nose, phone in one hand, coffee in the other.“Hi,” I said carefully.She stepped aside slightly without answering immediately.The kind of silence that lets you know you are being tolerated. Not welcomed.I entered quietly.The twins were sitting on the living room floor surrounded by what looked like puzzle pieces, ribbons, little cards, and colorful boxes spread everywhere like someone had exploded a toy s

Involved

Dave POV“I’m trying to be involved,” I said carefully, trying to keep my tone level. “You could have at least told me my children’s birthday was this week.”The second I said my children, I saw her expression change.Not loudly.Not dramatically.But enough.“Your children?” she repeated softly.I looked at her directly.“Yes. My children.”“Interesting,” she said. “Because for six years they were apparently only mine.”That one landed straight in my chest.The twins had gone completely silent now.I hated that immediately.I hated that they were watching adult tension instead of enjoying whatever puzzle chaos they had going on two minutes earlier.“I know I failed,” I said quietly.“Do you?”“Yes.”“Because right now you sound more offended about missing information than missing six entire birthdays.”That one hurt because it was true.Painfully true.And honestly?I was not even angry at her.I was angry at myself.Because if I had been present from the beginning, my kids would hav

Alive

Dave POV Later that evening, I was on a conference call with Daniel, my acting CEO. Well. “Acting” in the most technical sense possible. Because despite officially stepping back temporarily, I was still doing almost everything behind the scenes. Daniel mostly existed to absorb shareholder pressure while I handled actual operations remotely. “You know,” he said dryly through the speaker, “most people take leave from work by actually leaving work.” “I am leaving work.” “You literally approved four acquisitions this morning.” “Delegation.” “That’s not delegation. That’s corporate stalking.” I ignored him. My laptop screen displayed three financial reports simultaneously while market projections rolled across the side monitor. The company scandal from months ago had finally stabilized publicly. Stock prices recovered. Media attention cooled. Internal restructuring completed. Now I was quietly trying to eliminate two shareholders who had nearly destroyed the company during

Package

Dave’s POV After Lydia told me to leave that day, I actually left. No argument. No pushing. No trying to force another conversation she clearly did not want. Honestly, after seeing Eli lying there pale and exhausted, after watching Lydia walk around looking like she had aged ten years in one morning, I did not even have the energy to fight anymore. So I left quietly. But the entire drive back to my hotel suite, I could not stop thinking about the birthday. Their birthday. Six years old. Six years of first words, fevers, school runs, birthdays, nightmares, favorite cartoons, random obsessions, allergies apparently, and entire personalities developing without me. God. That thought alone could ruin an entire day if I allowed it. So instead of spiraling emotionally like a normal person, I did what I always did whenever my emotions became too loud. I worked. Or at least I attempted to. Because somehow every spreadsheet eventually turned into thoughts about Ava rolling her e

Tomorrow

Dave povWhoever it was honestly deserved financial compensation and emotional gratitude for the rest of their life because those pictures… God. Those pictures destroyed me quietly. That night I stayed up organizing the birthday gifts properly. Not excessive. Not performative. Just thoughtful. I had customized video storybooks created using clips and photographs from the past few weeks. Little recorded narrations. Small memories. Tiny moments. I wanted the twins to know that despite arriving late into their lives, I was paying attention now. Carefully. Intentionally. And yes, maybe I also wanted proof for myself that I had not imagined how quickly I was becoming attached to them. The next day was their birthday. And I did not go very early Not because I did not want to. God. I wanted to badly. But I knew Lydia. And I knew forcing my presence into a day she had spent weeks emotionally and physically planning would only create tension. Especially after what happene

Last line

Dave POV Tomorrow. After their swimming classes. One conversation. One chance to either begin fixing this properly or traumatize two six year olds permanently. No pressure. I stared at the message for almost a full minute before forwarding my entire afternoon schedule to my assistant with one instruction. Push everything after 5 p.m. Immediately my phone started buzzing with confused replies from executives, board members, assistants and investors asking if the schedule reshuffle was urgent. It was. Just not in the way they thought. Because somehow explaining my catastrophic marriage history to two children felt significantly more terrifying than negotiating billion dollar acquisitions. I called my Daniel first. Bad decision. The moment he picked up, he already sounded entertained. “You sound stressed,” he said immediately. “I need help.” “Oh this is serious.” “I have to explain things to the kids tomorrow.” Silence. Then slower now: “…Everything?” “I cannot tell

Worse

Dave POVAnd somehow that felt worse. I sat at the dining counter of my suite staring at my iPad for nearly ten minutes before typing the first sentence. Your mum and I got married when we were younger. Delete. Too formal. Your mum and I knew each other for a long time. Delete. Too vague. Eventually I settled somewhere in the middle. Simple. Careful. Child safe. I wrote slowly, restructuring every sentence repeatedly. I would tell them that their mother and I got married before we truly understood each other properly. That I made selfish decisions. That I hurt their mother emotionally. That when she told me about the pregnancy, I reacted badly because I was immature and afraid. That their mother was brave. That she raised them with love. That my absence was my fault, not theirs. And that I was trying now because I wanted to know them properly. Not because I suddenly remembered they existed. Not because of guilt. But because they mattered. By the time I finally

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