I grinned as I put the last touch on the bracelet. I let out a groan as I sat up, stretching my arms and yawning.I sighed as I checked the time. It was past working hours again. But I was comforted by the knowledge that I accomplished a lot today.I looked down at the necklace and bracelet. They were gorgeous. Infact, gorgeous is an understatement. It looked like something out of this world. It was how Atelier studios had become a household name. I always enjoy putting my best in every Jewelry, even if the orders were made by assholes. And it was what I had inculcated in our employees in the production department too.I got to work early today. After last night's drama, I surprisingly had a peaceful sleep afterward. I felt so energized this morning. I suspected it was due to the determination to get out of the marriage.I encased the bracelet and necklace by myself then I rang for my assistant.As usual, she was knocking on my door in a few seconds. "Come in."I handed her the boxes,

Mark cleared his throat when I didn't look up. "Sydney?"I looked up with a smile. "I'm sorry. I got distracted. What were you saying?"His eyes strayed to the phone in my grip and lingered there and I thought I saw his jaw harden but his voice was calm and soft when he spoke again. "I got you a gift.""Oh yes, of course," I spluttered, then I quickly took the box from his outstretched hands.As he stood there, smiling at me as if he was waiting for something. I contemplated transferring the break up fee to him now so I could just leave with some of my things tonight. That way, I'll get to spend the first hours of the day with Grace but then I looked down at the gift he got me and my gaze slid back to his.He had never gotten me a gift before. Perhaps, it was to dissuade me from insisting on the divorce. I couldn't bring myself to bring up the divorce issue now."Thank you," I said instead, observing my handiwork. "It's a beautiful bracelet.""I made sure of that," he muttered, his vo

She strutted in, a sneer on her face. "You've now grown the balls, haven't you?""A good day to you too, Rose," I bit out, mirroring her tone as I sat back in the chair.Rose was my mother-in-law. It was actually laughable how all of the people I considered family acted far from it. It was safe to say my mother-in-law hated my guts. Or maybe it's my family's guts she hates just because the status of my family in the elite society was way below theirs. It was a slap in the face for people below their status to marry into their family or meddle in their affairs. And that was exactly what my family did - married into their family.According to her, I blinded her son with love and forced my way into the family. I don't think she knows how much her son dislikes me. If she did, she'd be jubilating."I asked you a question, young lady," she snarled.I rolled my eyes and turned away from her. I pretended not to hear her. Luigi looked between the both of us and I wondered if he knew Rose. Does

SYDNEY'S POVI helped Grace to her car. I went back inside and snatched her phone from amongst the spilled content of her bag. I didn't even need to search far, right on her lock screen was a picture of her and a man that looked familiar.I tucked her phone in my back pocket, I found a pair of flip-flops and went back to meet her in the car. As I drove to the hospital, she didn't say anything, her head was lopsided on her neck as she looked out the windows, a haunted and sad expression swirling in her eyes.I had no idea what to say or how to comfort her. What if she actually wanted the silence. So occasionally, I would squeeze her hand and slowly, ever so slowly, her fingers wrapped around mine too. And I felt a sense of relief washed over me. She was still there. My feisty Grace was still there.When I got to the hospital, a nurse met me halfway and the both of us helped Grace to a ward. They instantly started treatment on her after I settled the bills.I held Grace's hand as the do

As Mark stood grounded before me, Sandra suddenly fell silent and the men respectfully took quick steps back.Then before he said anything, he signaled for the bartender to come over. The lanky boy who seemed to be covering his shift, with his eyes wide, didn't hesitate to run to Mark."Good day, sir," he bent his head in greeting, his hand firmly by his side. He seemed to be doing his best not to look my way. I didn't blame him, he just watched me smash a bottle on a man's head."Go to whoever your boss is and get every single person, apart from us, to get out of this bar. I'll settle the bills."He bobbed his head eagerly, "Yes sir! Right away sir!" Then he turned and fled.I reasoned why Mark would do that then I concluded that he had a point. We all came from well known families in elite society but I didn't care. There is no way anything that leaks out of this ruckus will cause harm to my reputation. Since no one, apart from the employees at Atelier studios, really knew that I co