(Aya’s POV)“Lucy, I’m here to treat my daughter,” Dean jokingly snarled at my manager when she said lunch was on her, and then he grinned. “But I’d appreciate a discount.”“A senior citizen discount, of course!” My manager chuckled as she led us to the table overlooking the garden.“Are you sure about this, Aya?” Dante asked, smiling apologetically at me and not sitting down. “Red will not be happy if he finds out -”I raised my hands and smiled. “I’m not the one who invited you, Dante. Besides, we’re just having a quick lunch.”I glanced at my personal security detail on the table near the main entrance. No matter how my father convinced him that we were only having lunch, he declined the offer and told him he was on duty.“I am paying for his meal,” Dad said, but Lucy shook her head as she pulled the chair for him.“Na-ah, Dean. I’m deducting his meal from Aya’s salary,” she muttered, winking at me.Knowing Lucy was only joking, my father laughed and took the menu card the server g
(Aya’s POV)“Deidre.”“Join me,” she said, gesturing her hand on the empty seat across from her.My eyes flickered on the chair, but I shook my head and wondered if Lucy knew about this. Knowing my manager, she would never feed me into a den with a hungry lioness inside, even if she were an important guest. I was hundred percent sure that Lucy would not fail to inform me about this.If not for Addie and Leslie, I would be standing here thinking about who she was. On the day Deidre called me, despite her popularity in the fashion world and is the only daughter of a billionaire like the Carlington, still, my cousin and her partner browsed her social media page and read news about her online, showing me her daring pictures as she wore designer clothes and shoes. Seeing her photographs, I concluded that Red was into her and stayed in their relationship despite her lack of love for her because of her uncanny resemblance to Scarlett.Seeing her in person, I realized my notion was wrong. Sca
(Aya’s POV)“I’m not sure the kids will be happy with your cupcakes, Aya.”Leslie’s voice startled me as she got one cupcake from the table, opening her mouth but showing the design of the pastry to the camera as she took a selfie. She put the cupcake back on the tray and began typing on her social media page, saying her post aloud.“Eating my sadness away,” she chuckled. “Post.”“Sadness?” Addie asked as she entered the kitchen, and when she realized what Leslie meant, she smirked and pulled a chair to sit across from me. She took one but took a bite of the pastry. “How long has Red been gone?”“Two weeks and two days,” Leslie answered.I turned my head at her, raising my eyebrows. “How did you know?”Addie swallowed the small cake she was chewing and then raised her index finger, pointing at the text written at the top of one of the cupcakes.“2w n 2d.” She took another one but placed it before me, showing me the sad emoji design, taking the piping bag with blue icing, and adding te
(Aya’s POV)At home, Red’s walk-in closet was three times my apartment. I pouted my lips for a second, sighed, and clucked my tongue as I opened my closet, realizing this was all my clothes. After Red left yesterday, I decided to stay for the night, giving dad my excuse that I could not sleep in the bedroom without my husband at home.I thought he would give me his long lecture about staying in my husband’s place, but he was thrilled by the news. Addie, Leslie, and my kids were ecstatic about my decision; the nannies were happier, giving them a day off, but not our bodyguards, who stayed in the car despite my father’s invitation to sleep in the living room. My boys slept in dad’s bed; Violet stayed with me in my old room, while Sapphire and Katie slept in Addie’s apartment.Sighing, I blinked at my clothes, hanging peacefully on the garment rod. After hearing from Deidre that the elegant gown Rina had given was her choice, I made a decision not to wear it. I knew my cousin and her par
(Aya’s POV) Deidre was a plague that had poisoned my sanity. After reading her post on her social media page, I have been post-stalking her, and her picture with Red at one of the dinner parties they attended made my nights sleepless. The other day, I told Dante I would be in the library and asked him to pick me up at eight in the evening, but as soon as I entered the building, I escaped from him and my bodyguard, exiting through the backdoor of the college building. I went to The Pacific to see if anyone would recognize me, and it hurt to know that Deidre was right. The security was tight, and I almost did not reach the front desk to ask for Red’s office. The two receptionists were stricter than the security guard, asking me for IDs, pertinent papers, or some sort of invitation before calling the person I needed to talk to. I could ask for Mike or Leslie, but I had already drowned myself in sadness, walking out of the building crying like a lost child in the taxi going home, forgett
(Aya’s POV)I was mainly staring blankly out the window on my way to my mother, and while in the taxi, I was out of reach, not bothering to turn on my cell phone even when I reached the cemetery. This was my first time going here alone as I was always afraid the dead would rise from their grave like in the horror movies, but I had no one to talk to except my mother.After paying the taxi driver, I hiked the long pathway to find my mother’s grave. When she died, Aunt Mae insisted my mother’s remains join their parents in the same lot instead of placing her in a public cemetery. This was more like a hike in a big park, but still and quiet. “Hi, mom!” I sat crossed-legged on the grass in front of the gravestone. “Miss me, Grandma? How are you doing, Grandpa?” I sighed and looked heavenward. “I... Mom, I know we’re not as close as you were to Myra, but I really wanted someone to talk to.”I covered my face with my palms as I sobbed. I was closer to my father but would not dare break his
(Aya’s POV)“Are you out of your mind, Aya? Why did you just leave like that without anyone knowing where you went?” Dad sniffled, hugging me. “What if something happened to you?”“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I murmured. “I’m sorry,” I mouthed at Dante, looking relieved to see me.“Was this about the interview?” My father asked, easing back and cupping my face. “I’m... I’m sure Red has an explanation about it.”“You saw it?” I asked, pursing my lips to avoid saying more.He scoffed. “It’s all over the news, and it spread like wildfire, but Aya, why don’t you talk to your husband about Deidre? I’m not saying I’m not disappointed with him, but he must have a reason for staying quiet, not answering their question.”“Then, he should not have kissed her back,” I gritted my teeth and hissed angrily, remembering how they kissed in front of the camera.My father raised his hands. “Talk to Red. That’s all I can say. Because even I got angry when I saw them kissing. But now... let me get you home so you
(Aya’s POV)“I... I never got my chance, Aya,” Red walked closer to me, but I raised my hand, facing my palm to stop him from coming to me.My nostrils flared in anger. “You made me believe it’s over between you and her.”“I meant to talk to her tonight, but Ariana called and told me they can’t find you,” he growled. “You expect me to just sit down and break up with her when my wife is missing?”“Now it’s my fault? I have seen your interview, Red. My face and Katie’s were all over the news, and what you damn care about is you don’t talk about your private life?” I was furious that I could not hold my tears.“What do you want me to do? Tell the whole world about you?” His eyebrows knitted, looking at me in dismay.“If you love me, Red, you should have told the whole world you’re married! As to whom, it didn’t matter!” I yelled furiously at him, clutching my shirt as I thought my heart would explode any moment.“And what? If I had answered their questions about my life, would they stop?