(ARIELLE'S POV) “I feel there's a lot you have been hiding from me, Arielle,” Ashley said, her tone serious and disapproving. I sighed, and looked away from her because she was telling the truth. We were alone in my hospital room. And now, I felt much better and stronger because I had freshened up, changed into one of the dresses Jared brought me and had breakfast and my medications. “You know, it's unfair to call me your best friend and keep things from me–” “Fine,” I said in resignation. “What do you want to know?” “For starters, who is this Sofia lady? She's the pregnant lady I told you I saw Jared going home with. How come she was at your house, and what's her relationship with Jared because he cares about her so much?” I sighed yet again, probably the umpteenth time since today, before proceeding to tell Ashley about Sofia and how she waltzed into Jared's, and I’s life. In all I said, I ensured I kept the part where Sofia pushed me, and news about my pregnancy out. Jared
(ARIELLE'S POV) I looked up to stare at the person I had bumped into. It turned out to be a young man, and in the fleeting moment I looked at his face, I couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. His eyes were a drowning emerald green, and his features, chiseled and rugged, left me momentarily speechless. I shook my head, snapping out of the spellbound. “I'm so sorry,” I quickly began to apologize. My eyes darted a short-distance away, and I saw a phone lying on the floor. “Is that your phone?” I asked, not waiting for an answer as I scurried towards it, picked it up, and handed it back to him. “Fortunately, no harm was done to the phone. I'm sorry again.” All this while, the young man had not uttered a word. And when he finally did, he had an amused smile on. “No need to apologize, really. I should be the one apologizing.” I shook my head, “No, I was the one who wasn't looking and bumped into you.”He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “Then let’s call it even. I was
(Arielle's POV) *****Three days after***** “Good morning, Arielle,” Doctor Wade smiled warmly as she entered the room. “I'm pleased to inform you that you're okay now and fit to be discharged. Your husband just needs to sign the discharge slip, and you're free to go home.” My face instantly lit up with a smile. “Thank you, Doctor Wade.” She nodded and turned to leave the room. “Take care, Arielle. Have a smooth recovery at home.” Ashley, who was sitting beside me on the bed, smiled and held my hands. “You're finally returning home, Arielle. I'm so happy for you.” I returned the smile. “I'm happy too, Ashley.” Just then, Jared entered the room carrying a small paper bag. "Good morning Love. Got breakfast for you."“Thank you.” I replied plainly. The past three days have been really awkward. We were more or less like strangers. I barely saw him, save for his routine check-in that never exceeded a few minutes. It was always like he was rushing to leave me and go be with Sofia. Wh
(ARIELLE'S POV) The ride home was one of the most annoying experiences I have ever had. Sofia did everything possible to upset me, by fussing and being all over Jared. She was either dabbing his face with a handkerchief or playfully throwing her arms around him. And while at it, she ensured to give me jeering looks through the rearview mirror. “Can you play some music, Jared? I'm bored,” her loud voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the car. “What do you want to listen to?” “That song we used to listen to in high school, 'I will always love you,' by Whitney Houston,” Sofia said. “I don't have that song anymore,” Jared said, his eyes fixed on the road. “Why wouldn't you have a song that meant so much to us?” Sofia pouted, appearing hurt.He shrugged and chuckled, and I felt a sting. He always seemed relaxed around her, something that felt oddly reserved when it was just the two of us.Sofia shot him an exaggerated sigh before pulling out her phone, acting as if her wh
(ARIELLE'S POV)I shot Jared a confused look, expecting some sort of explanation, but he just brushed me off.What the hell? Don't tell me Jared agreed to accommodate Sofia in our home without informing and discussing it with me?“Agreement?” I repeated, this time, my voice was firmer and demanding. “Tell me, what agreement, Jared.”“Watch your tone, wifey.” Jared narrowed his eyes at me before glancing over at Sofia. “We talked about it earlier.”“Talked about what?” My patience was wearing thin. “You can’t just invite someone to live here without discussing it with me first. I’m your wife!”Sofia stood up, her hand still on her stomach. To garner sympathy, I guess. “Jared, tell her,” she said, holding his hand. “We agreed that I could stay here until I get back on my feet, and get a place of my own.”“Back on your feet?” I exclaimed, incredulous. “You're pregnant Sofia, and not handicapped. You need to be thinking about the future, and not freeloading off us!”Her face flushed with
(ARIELLE'S POV) I was roused from sleep by a gentle tap. My eyes fluttered open and I saw Jared peering down at me."Dinner is served, Mrs. Smith," he said, his voice warm and teasing as he pressed a light kiss to my forehead. "Dinner? I was startled and sat up. "What time is it?" I inquired, looking at the window, and I realized outside looked dark, but the room was illuminated by the bedside lamp. Jared chuckled. "You have been sleeping for four hours. Come to think of it, you never slept this much. Are you alright?" "I'm fine," I quickly replied and got off the bed. I was sure my recent weakness and proclivity for sleep was because of the pregnancy, but I was not about to admit that to Jared. "Alright," Jared said with a nod. "Shall we?" I nodded back, and we both walked out of the bedroom. As we strolled to the dining room, I asked, "So, what's for dinner?" "Roasted potatoes, broccoli, and chicken," Jared replied with a smile. I stopped to stare at him in surprise. "How co
(ARIELLE'S POV) I knew what I was about to do was wrong, as it went against my principles, but I couldn't help myself. My hands moved involuntarily as I typed in a password. Jared had mentioned in the car that his password was my name, right? Well, it was time to find out. I typed my name, and to my amazement, the phone unlocked. I clicked on the message box, and on Sofia's messages. “Hey, are you done bathing?” “Will you come keep me company after you're done?” “Why aren't you responding? Is Arielle awake?” “Are you ignoring me?” “Jared!!!!” “I can’t sleep. Come down, and let’s go outside and look at the stars, just like we did when we were teenagers.” “You promised me at the hospital's garden that we would stargaze, remember?” Angrily, I muted the phone and dropped it back on the couch. How shameless can Sofia be? She should be asleep, and not texting a married man to go out at night to stargaze with her. I returned to the bed, disturbed. Sleep had fled my eyes at this po
(ARIELLE'S POV) I felt Jared's body tense beside me, his arms freezing in place. I knew I had said something I couldn't take back. The question was, how would he respond? “Oh, I think I might have used your shampoo accidentally,” Jared spoke up after a while, trying to sound nonchalant. I felt a raw searing pain in my chest. It was always painful whenever Jared lied to me, and it hurt even more because I knew he was lying to me. The fragrance of the shampoo was vanilla, and I didn't use vanilla shampoo. I used lavender. That fragrance was from no other person but Sofia. He probably got it when she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Is anything the matter, Arielle?” Jared asked. His voice was soft.What could I say? What was left for us to say? I could almost hear his voice in my mind if I dared to ask him. The soft pleading, the reasoned excuse—anything but the truth. I was so tired of his “good friend” routine. Tired of the endless dance we did around everything, pretending the
(ARIELLE’S POV.) His words hung in the air. He leaned in a little closer, his expression intense. I could feel my cheeks flush, and I hated myself for it. His words were like an emotional punch to the gut, stirring up feelings I wasn’t ready to face.I watched him carefully as he waited for my reaction, searching my eyes like he was looking for some sign of hope.Finally, I exhaled, a deep sigh escaping me. “If that’s all, Jared… You can leave now.”I was stunned by the calmness of my own voice. But my reaction pales in comparison to Jared’s look of confusion. He was in utter shock. He narrowed his eyes at me as if focusing on me would wake him up from an ugly trance.His face was the literal picture of shock, his eyes wide as saucers, his lips hanging apart from each other as he stared at me.His eyebrows knitted in frustration. “Why? What do you mean, Arielle? Did you hear a word of all I just said? I explained everything clearly!”I nodded as impassively as possible, my hands clas
(ARIELLE’S POV.)I could feel the heat of both Stephen’s and Rebecca’s gazes on me. “Is any of that really necessary?” I asked, a frown pulling at my lips. Mixing business with personal life was a line I didn’t like to cross. Especially not with Jared, who clearly had an agenda.Jared straightened his tie, not missing a beat. “What’s more relatable than real life?” he replied smoothly, eyes flicking to me for just a second too long. “Of course, the examples I gave are purely hypothetical,” he added, the subtle emphasis making it clear he knew exactly what he was insinuating.Sometimes it’s just that hard to resist the urge to snap. Everyone here knew what he was indicating when he talked about marriage! “Let’s break it down.” he continued, ignoring my killing glare, “In any successful marriage, there’s a constant ebb and flow of communication—much like any thriving business. If one partner isn’t speaking up about their needs, or worse, if they're not listening, the entire foundation
(ARIELLE’S POV.)The air around grew awkwardly thin and very silent. Neither of us knew how best to react to the situation. I looked around the parking lot for no reason in particular, marking the time until it was okay for me to leave without looking any silly than I felt for walking up to their car to begin with. Tiana looked even more flustered than I imagined I’d appeared before them. Jared’s lips were drawn in a stiff line.“Arielle.. we umm.. I .. Good morning,” he managed to find his voice with a terrible stutter.“I guess we’ll just continue this conversation when you return,” Tiana shrugged with a placating smile.Jared ignored her comment and climbed down from the car. He had a stern face when he spoke up again. “I’ve just ordered you a ride, Tiana. Go back home.”I took the hint and excused myself from the side of the car. Jared fell into stride beside me as we walked across the parking lot to the entrance of my restaurant.“...Hi,” Jared tried to start a conversation. But
"Mommy, you seem really happy about work lately," Maverick said, his voice filled with curiosity. "What's going on?"I blinked, taken aback by his sudden observation. We were in the car, on the way to school, and I hadn’t expected such an out-of-the-blue question from him.I hadn't even realized that I'd been so obvious, but I guess it was hard to hide my happiness. I'd been feeling enthusiastic and optimistic since my meeting with Jared these days, and it seemed like Maverick had picked up on it.Do these two have a father-son psychic link or something?Hesitating, I tried to decide on how much to say and reveal to him because the young man wouldn't let me be unless I gave him an answer. He was already staring at me expectantly with those large innocent eyes."Oh it’s just business stuff, sweetie," I said casually, trying to brush it off. "I’m working on some new projects, and they’re going well."But he didn't look convinced, his eyes piercing into mine, as he tried to probe more i
(ARIELLE'S POV)After Stephen blushed and promised he wouldn’t disrupt the class again, Jared finally let him go with a scowl that could melt steel.I tried to keep it together while Stephen showered me with compliments. Honestly, it was nice to hear, but after a while, it started getting a little embarrassing.I glanced at Jared, who was practically fuming at Stephen's over-the-top behavior. He looked like he might explode at any second."Okay, let’s focus," I said quickly, cutting off Stephen mid-praise. "Jared, please continue.""Right, of course," he muttered, clearly trying to pull himself together. "So, Arielle, what are your goals for the restaurant?"I hesitated a bit, feeling a flutter in my chest. I hadn't expected him to ask the question as it seemed somewhat personal to me. "Well, my goal is to make the restaurant successful, of course," I said, a little weary.His brow arched as he gave me a pointed look. "That’s a pretty general answer. Can you be more specific? What do
(JARED'S POV)I smirked inwardly as Arielle gave in. I shouldn’t be so quick to admit it, but her reluctant response was like music to my ears.Of course, my real motive was far from what she thought it was. It was far simpler than she could ever guess.I just wanted to be close to her again. To create chances for us to be alone, to feel that spark between us once more.Yeah, I knew. I’d always been a little silly that way.Even seeing her irritated face, the way her eyes flashed with that familiar fire, made something warm spread through me. There was a certain comfort in it. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed seeing that side of her—the side that wasn’t guarded, that wasn’t numb from years of hurt. The side of her that used to laugh at my dumb jokes and argue with me about everything, even the smallest things.I almost forgot that I hadn’t slept all night.I’d been stewing over every misunderstanding and every word we’d exchanged these days, all night. And in the end, I realized
(ARIELLE'S POV) After a complicated, chaotic day, I finally managed to get some barely decent sleep and was ready to start the new day with a solid dose of confidence. No more chaos. No more emotional turmoil! At least, that was the plan… Until... “Explain. This.” That was the first sentence out of my mouth this morning, my teeth practically grinding as I stared at the scene in front of me. There, on my desk, was a bunch of lavender. And sitting in my chair, my ex-husband. After our encounter yesterday, I had assumed that that would be the last I'd see of him until Maverick's Open house party in two weeks! "What the hell are you doing in my office?" No wonder Rebecca had given me that smug smile on my way in earlier, and now I understood why! Jared glanced up from the business reports he was casually flipping through, looking annoyingly cool and too handsome for his own good. "You're late," he said simply, like he belonged there, behind my desk. I took a deep breath, try
(ARIELLE'S POV)As I approached my car, I couldn't help but scan my surroundings, half–expecting to see Ashley lingering nearby. But she was nowhere to be found, and I didn't blame her. With her encounter with Jared earlier, staying back was not exactly a good option.As I slipped into the driver's seat, I made a mental note to call her as I got home, just to make sure she made it to hers safely. I started the car's engine afterward, and began my drive home. The roads were quiet, the only sound emanating, that of my car's engine, and the occasional passing cars. I tried to focus on the road ahead, but my mind kept drifting back to Jared.His words still stung, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt every time I thought about it. Why had he said he loved me, only to call it bluff moments later? I replayed the conversation in my head, trying to make sense of it all. I sighed, my head a myriad of emotions. When could he stop being so childish?I was angry at Jared for toying wi
(JARED’S POV)I looked into Arielle’s eyes intently, my chest rising and falling heavily with effort as the rest of the world went silent around us. She looked at me, her breathing matching mine—barely existent, all withdrawn because of the shock of my outburst. All I could hear were my own thoughts, racing."Sorry," I muttered quickly. "It just... came out.""Why apologize for saying you love me?" she asked, her voice quiet but sharp. "And for real—why do you suddenly love me now?"I was taken aback, choked with confusion. What was she saying?But then, she averted her gaze, refusing to meet my eyes. She wrapped her arms around herself, as the cold evening breeze swept over us. I looked up at the sky, realizing just how much time had passed since we started this conversation."Look at how much time has passed," I said softly, then quickly took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders.“No, thank you.”Her honest rejection stung, but I forced a smile, nodding in understanding.