Nathan stood outside Yvette's door, his hand hesitating near the knob. He took a deep breath, trying to gather his thoughts before knocking. The air felt heavy with unspoken emotions, the tension palpable as he prepared to broach a delicate subject.Gently, Nathan rapped on the door, waiting for Yvette's response. When he received no answer, he tried again, calling out softly, "Yvette, it's me, Nathan. Can we talk?"Silence greeted him from behind the closed door. Nathan's heart sank, but he refused to give up. Slowly, he turned the knob and stepped into Yvette's room. The sight that greeted him was one of melancholy—a room bathed in muted light, shadows dancing along the walls, and Yvette sitting by the window, lost in her thoughts.He approached her cautiously, not wanting to startle her. "Yvette, can we talk for a moment?" Nathan's voice was gentle, filled with concern.Yvette turned her head slightly, acknowledging his presence but not meeting his gaze. Her eyes were red-rimmed, a
The VIP suite exuded an air of luxury and indulgence, with plush leather sofas, dimmed ambient lighting, and a private bar stocked with premium drinks. It was Gerard's usual spot back in the day when he frequented the bar before he was married. He recalled those carefree nights spent here, surrounded by laughter, music, and the thrill of the nightlife.Pouring himself a glass of champagne, Gerard settled into the soft sofa, the bubbles tickling his senses as he took a sip. The memories flooded back, memories of a time when he didn't have responsibilities weighing him down, when life was simpler.But tonight, there was no Ivy to tell him what to do or where not to go. He was free to make his own choices, to embrace the night and forget about his troubles, if only for a moment. Gerard thought about Ivy briefly, the memories of their time together mingling with the present. He wondered what she was doing now, if she ever thought of him the way he thought of her.Lost in his thoughts, Ger
Gerard stumbled through the night, his mind swirling in a haze of alcohol and unresolved emotions. As he drove through the dimly lit streets, the neon signs of the city flickered like distant memories, each one triggering a different thought or feeling. The loud music from the club still echoed in his ears, a cacophony of beats that matched the chaotic rhythm of his thoughts. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to steady himself as he navigated the winding roads."Why did I resist her?" Gerard muttered to himself, his voice slurred. "Why did Ivy come to mind?" His mind raced with questions, each one leading to another, forming an endless loop of confusion and regret.Despite his intoxicated state, Gerard was aware enough to know that driving was risky, yet he refused the club’s owner offer to lend him a designated driver. He needed to escape, to flee from his thoughts, clouded his judgment. All he wanted was to leave that place behind, to find solace in the oblivion of the
The sun shone brightly, casting a warm glow over the Quinn estate as preparations for Yvette's trip to Artea were underway. The servants hurried around, packing Yvette's belongings into the car parked in front of the mansion. Yvette herself sat on the edge of her bed, a mix of anticipation and nervousness evident in her expression.A soft knock on her bedroom door announced the arrival of the driver. "Miss Yvette, the car is ready," he informed her respectfully.Yvette nodded, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Thank you, I'll be right there," she replied, watching the driver leave before gathering her resolve to stand up.As she made her way downstairs, Nathan intercepted her path, a concerned look in his eyes. "I could go with you if you want," he offered tentatively.Yvette paused, giving him a gentle smile. "I know Mom asked you to say that," she said knowingly. "But I'm capable of handling this trip on my own, Nathan. Don't worry too much, okay? I'll be back soon after the
An elegant young lady exited the hospital and quickly got into a high-end black car.“You seem very happy, Mrs. Huxley,” the driver commented with a smile.Happy? She was joyful! After three years of marriage with the love of her life, she finally got pregnant. And this news came just at the right time!Ivy had been in love with Gerard since high school. Gerard Huxley was her senior and the dream boy of every girl. He was handsome, intelligent, with an impressive background. His parents were the presidents of the Huxley group, the most powerful group in Artea, and it was no news that he would be the successor. Not that Ivy cared for the last part.Looking at the report in her hand, the word ‘PREGNANT’ couldn't help but make her feel happy, and her smile grew even wider. Ivy has always been a beautiful girl - big doe-eyes, small plump lips, and a cute button nose, even when she was just a child. Coupled with her sunny and friendly characteristics, it was impossible for one to hate her.
Three years later...A man was seen sitting in his study. The lights were off; the only light filling the room came from the moonlight outside in the sky.The moonlight illuminated the man’s exquisite facial features - thick eyebrows, piercing black eyes as dark as the ink, sharp nose, thin sensual lips, and chiseled jawline. To say that he was handsome was an understatement. He was drop-dead gorgeous and clearly was a man favored by God. Every man envied him, and every lady wanted him.The man had his eyes down, staring absentmindedly at a paper and a photograph in his hand. There was also a white bunny plushie sitting on his desk. Soon, his usually hawk-like eyes were filled with sorrow, despair, and heartbreak.“Ivy...” his soft, hoarse voice sounded from his throat.Yes, that man was Gerard Huxley.He caressed the face in the photograph. The woman in it was beautiful. She was smiling brightly, and her eyes were twinkling with playfulness.“Ivy...” he called out her name again befo
The female voice called him, “Gerard..”Gerard looked toward the source of the voice, and he could see a blurry female figure.“Gerard..” the female voice said again.He could see the female figure coming closer and closer. As the figure was within arm’s length, he reached out his hand and pulled her toward him. “Ivy, I miss you,” he mumbled. How Gerard missed his wife. He wished for her to appear, and here she was in front of him.“Let’s go back to bed, Gerard,” the soft female voice said.Gerard pulled her closer to him, wanting to feel her warmth and smell her scent.The moment the female sat down on his lap, he realized it wasn't his wife. They smelled different. Ivy had a distinct soft smell of roses, but this female’s rose scent was strong. It made him want to puke.He pushed her away abruptly. “You are not Ivy,” he slurred.“Gerard..” the female reached out her hand, but Gerard slapped her hand away.“You are not Ivy!” he shouted with a clear voice despite being drunk.“Gerar
“Home-cooked meals are always better than those cooked in restaurants,” Mia said with a soft smile and gave Gerard the spoon and fork for him to use.“Thank you. I still have some works to do. I’ll eat it later,” Gerard told her without taking the utensils from her.Mia felt embarrassed by Gerard’s words. It was clear that he was throwing her out. Even though she wanted to see him eat the lunch she made for him and was reluctant to leave, she couldn’t force him to do anything. And this has always been the case since three years ago.“Alright. Don't forget to eat it. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mia said and went to the door.“Mia,” Gerard’s deep husky voice sounded, making Mia’s heart skip a bit.The way Gerard called her name was like a seductive voice of a siren. She couldn't keep her calm and wanted to throw herself into Gerard’s arms.She turned around with a sweet smile, thinking Gerard would let her stay, but his next words erased her hope.“I don't want what happened last night to h