Ivery's POV. My kids came into the living room, looking a little sleepy. Their hair was tousled, and their eyes were still half-closed. They looked a bit confused like they weren't quite sure what was going on. I smiled at them, hoping to put them at ease. “Good morning, guys!” I said, my voice bright and cheerful. They mumbled a response, still trying to shake off the sleepiness. I could tell they were a bit out of sorts.“Come over here and sit next to me,” I said, patting the seat next to me. They shuffled over and sat down, leaning against me. Cassandra laid her head on my lap, looking up at me with her big, emerald eyes. Caden rested his head on my left shoulder, his brown eyes staring off into space, while Celine rested his head on my right shoulder. I wrapped my arms around them, holding them close. I took a deep breath and started to speak. “Kids, I have some news to tell you,” I said, my voice a little shaky. “It's a mix of good news and bad news. Do you want to hear t

Ivery's POV. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts and focus on the task at hand. I couldn't dwell on the unknown, I had to take things one step at a time. So I put my head down and started to work. I focused on the paperwork in front of me, trying to let go of my worries and concerns. It wasn't easy, but I forced myself to concentrate. I knew that if I could just get through this day, I would feel a little better.I glanced at the clock on my desk and saw that I still had a few hours before lunch. I felt a sense of relief, knowing that I had some time to get my work done. I started going through the papers, signing where I needed to, and making notes on the side. I was focused and determined, trying to stay in the moment and not let my mind wander. I was starting to feel a bit more at ease.After an hour, I was done with the paperwork. I stood up from my desk and headed to the door. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever lay ahead. I opened the door and walked d

Ivery's POV. Ever since I had seen the frame of Diva as the new CEO, my mind had been racing. I couldn't stop thinking about it, the implications, the consequences. It was as if a bomb had been dropped on my life, and I was left to deal with the fallout. I had never felt so uncertain, so adrift. I felt like I was floating in a sea of uncertainty, with no way to anchor myself.The idea of Franco being in a serious relationship with Diva was like something out of a dream. It was surreal, unbelievable. I had always known Franco as a fun-loving, flirtatious man. He was always surrounded by beautiful women, but he had never seemed serious about any of them. The idea of him settling down with Diva was mind-boggling, and I couldn't wrap my head around it. It felt like my whole world had been turned upside down.I felt a pang of jealousy in my chest, an emotion I hadn't felt in a long time. I was unable to deny it, no matter how hard I tried. I had always considered myself to be a rational,

Franco's POV. Just as I was trying to process what was happening, Ivery turned and walked away, disappearing into the crowd. I was left standing there, my mind reeling. I couldn't believe what had just happened. I was confused and a bit shaken. I didn't know what to do next, so I just went back to my office and closed the door. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts and figure out what to do next.For six years, I heard nothing from her. I had tried to find out what had happened, but I had come up empty. I had assumed she was gone, that she had moved on and forgotten all about me. But here she was, standing right in front of me, looking as confused as I felt. I wanted to talk to her, to find out what had happened, but she had already disappeared. I felt a sense of frustration and longing, a feeling of being left hanging.I couldn't help but wonder, was Ivery a staff member or were they just visiting someone? The thought that she might be working here was unsettling. I had so man

Ivery's POV. I took a deep breath and unlocked my phone. I felt a small sense of relief when I noticed that the message was from Franco. At least I knew who it was from, and that it wasn't from someone completely unknown. But I was still nervous about what he might want to talk about. I couldn't help but smile a little as I imagined what he might say. Was he going to apologize? Was he going to tell me off? I had no idea what to expect.I typed out a quick reply, “Sorry, I'm not available.” I hit send, feeling a rush of relief as the message was sent. But then, just as I started to relax, I saw the “typing” indicator on the screen. He was typing a message back. My heart started to pound again, and I felt my hands shaking. What was he going to say? Was he going to press the issue, insisting that we talk? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, waiting for the next message.As I sat there, trying to decide what to do, I felt my heart start to race. I could feel the nervousness coursi