SAVANNAH
Eleven years ago...
“Excuse me, Ms. Morris,” Mr. Ward interrupted our literature class. “I need Ms. Gibson at the main entrance.”
I checked the clock. There were only thirty minutes left before the period ended. Did I do something wrong? Or did Michael come home? But my brother said he wouldn’t be home until Thanksgiving.
I excused myself to my literature teacher and followed Mr. Ward to the main entrance.
No one was there.
“Mr. Ward?”
“These kids.” He shook his head. “Well, look at that.”
I wasn’t sure what he was referring to while looking at the wall until I pictured a drawing of a huge pink heart. It had my name scribbled unsightly in the center.
I love you, Savannah Gibson.
My mouth dropped. What the hell?
“Who do you think did this?” my teacher asked.
I shook my head. “I have nothing to do with this.”
“Yes, but this is your name. If you can’t point out anyone, you might as well take responsibility.”
“But, sir—”
“No buts, Ms. Gibson.” Mr. Ward scowled at the ugly scribblings one more time and left.
How was I supposed to clean this? Thankfully, it was just chalk.
Sofia, one of my best friends, burst out a laugh when I showed her the vandal. I’d known her since middle school, just like Wesley and Riley. She was the only person I knew who could eat so many sweets in one sitting. I noticed she gained extra pounds again, but I always thought Sofia was one of the prettiest in school.
“These guys have no shame,” she complained, but she helped me clean up anyway.
This wasn’t the first time I got humiliated in front of the school body because of a stupid love confession. The last time was when Jack broadcasted his big crush on me on the school radio, hoping I’d date him.
“I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Or you could just ask Mrs. Ridge to help us,” Sofia said, referring to the custodian.
“I don’t want to bother her for this. Mr. Ward said to take responsibility.”
“You’re just kind.” She soaked the rag in the bubbles and then squeezed the water out. “Why don’t you just date one of your suitors so the others stop?”
“No.” I halted. “You know who I really like.”
“Oh, come on. Edward Reed? He’s like everyone’s first love, you know.”
“Well, not you, at least. But you support me, right? He’ll be the best guy to go to prom with.”
“Y-yeah, but in case you’ve forgotten, he needs to ask you.”
I pouted. “You’re kinda mean.”
“It’s the truth. Hey, why aren’t you cleaning?”
I picked up from where I left off. “I really like him, though.”
“What you need is a boyfriend and move on.”
“She’s right,” another voice joined in and was actually Edward himself. My first love.
I thought my heart just skipped a beat.
“Edward.”
“Sorry about that.” He walked closer and snatched the rags from my hand. “It’s my friends. They did this, so this is on me.”
I gaped at him and glanced at Sofia. Did I hear him right?
Sofia rolled her eyes. “How virtuous of you!”
Edward only smiled at my friend. “I actually came to apologize. They did this because of what I told them.”
“You told them to write this?” I asked. Did he perhaps... No, no. That couldn’t be happening.
“I didn’t ask them to write this, but I told them about you. I’m sorry,” he explained.
Was that a confession? “What?”
“He’s basically saying he likes you,” Sofia inserted, annoyed.
“Pretty much that,” Edward confirmed. “Thanks, Sofia.”
I touched my chest, breathless. “I don’t know what to say.”
“But I’m here now to ask you.” Edward massaged the back of his head, chuckling. “So, Savannah, can you hear me out?”
Of course! I was waiting for this. I didn’t think he’d actually talk to me.
My heartbeat sped up the longer I stared at his handsome face. Edward was above six feet. He had two dimples, dark brown hair, and mesmerizing gray eyes. And damn, that leather jacket and motorbike behind him. It made him look hotter. I wondered why I still hadn’t fainted.
I chortled nervously. “Y-yes, what is it?”
“I’m not sure if someone already asked you, but will you be my date to prom?”
I grinned. “Absolutely!”
This was the day I knew Edward Reed was my destiny.
Was he?
NOW
Michael Gibson, my brother, lived alone in our Clinton Hill house after I got married and moved out. He was the one who raised me after our father died when I was in fifth grade. He had just turned thirty-six and had a girlfriend whom I expected him to marry, but they broke up last month.
Michael and I were not related by blood. He had been adopted before I was born, but he was the best brother I had ever known. He felt sorry for me when I was hurt and corrected me when I was wrong. I grew up surrounded by his virtues. He worked hard to provide for both of us and to provide a good life for me. I owe him a lot because he taught me everything. He even broke down in tears as he led me to the altar. This was why I felt compelled to tell him about Edward. He’d understand.
“Why didn’t you call? I could have made dinner.” Michael set out two cups of hot chocolate.
“Thank you, but I’ve already eaten. I couldn’t call because I lost my phone today.” I didn’t want to answer any phone calls anyway.
He took the seat at the head of the table. “What happened?”
My mouth trembled. I didn’t know where to begin. “Can I, uh—” I swallowed dryly, “—stay here? Only for a few days.”
“Why?” He smirked. “What’s the matter?”
“He, Edward...” I inhaled deeply. “He demanded a divorce. I can’t tell you the details because I don’t know what to say.”
He clenched his jaw and fist at the same time. “If I see his face, I’ll shove the divorce papers in his ass and make sure he won’t be able to walk his whole life. Do you want me to speak with him?”
I wiped my lips with a tissue. “It isn’t worth it. It’s already happening.”
“And you’re just going to give up?”
“He gave up first. So... right now, I just need a place to stay. I don’t want to see his face.”
“Well, this is your home.”
“Thank you.” I hugged him and relaxed in his arms, resting my head on his shoulder.
After that long and terrible agony, I went to my room.
Michael kept it the way it was before I left. He cleaned it once a week and changed the sheets just in case I came by. I didn’t have a large room, a big wardrobe, or a bathroom as I did in Manhattan, but this was always where I belonged.
My brother stood at my door. “Are you okay?”
I gave him a friendly smile. “Yes. I’ve slept in this room my whole life.”
“Hey, um. Has he mentioned this before?”
“The divorce?” I shook my head to keep myself from crying. “Doesn’t sound like it’s really over, does it?”
“Look, Savi.” He came in and sat down next to me. “You are strong and smart, so you know right from wrong. A faithful man will never abandon his wife.”
“Hey.” I held his hand. “I’m sorry to hear about you and Jane.” His girlfriend had also left him for someone else.
He put his arm around my shoulder and pecked me on the temple. “It will pass. Get some rest.”
“Thanks. Good night.”
***
I got up early the next day. My brother and I hadn’t had breakfast together in a few months.
“Do you have a 9 a.m.?” I asked as we ate. My brother was already dressed in an impeccable caramel suit. Michael was a literature professor and a historian.
“Mm.” He nodded and sipped his coffee. “The dean has asked me to meet the exchange students.”
“Of course he did,” I say. “You don’t just know five different languages. You have two doctorates.” Our father, Frederick Gibson, hired language tutors for us to learn Spanish, French, Italian, and a little Mandarin. It was boring as hell, but I was proud of myself.
He laughed. “Did you get enough sleep?”
“I’ve never felt better.” I took a small sip of coffee after sniffing it. “There is no place like home. By the way, I’m quitting my job.”
“You said you liked your job.”
“Yes! I enjoyed what I did there. The pay is reasonable, and I’ve learned a lot. But you said it, didn’t you? If Edward truly loved me, he would not leave.”
“Have you told him?”
“No. For what?” It didn’t feel right to me. At least not anymore. It still hurts because I had feelings for him. I wasn’t sure if I still loved him, but he had made up his mind. He could have simply told me what had gone wrong or that he was seeing someone else, but he insulted me. There was no reason for me to stay in his aunt’s company.
“Sure. You’re already overqualified for that position anyway. You graduated with honors.”
“That’s why I’m seeing Riley and Wes today. I’d like to ask Wes if the position he offered me is still available.” I wiggled my shoulders in delight. Sebastian Entertainment Group was one of the largest studio conglomerates in the United States, even bigger than New Star.
“If that’s what you want, I’m sure you’ll get it.” He nodded and went back to eating his breakfast.
SAVANNAH“Edward did what?” Wesley’s voice thundered in the coffee shop at Midtown we always went to.“Hey!” I hissed.“Sorry.” He gritted his teeth. “I’m going to fucking kill him, Savannah. I don’t care if he has a rich aunt.”Riley patted her older brother’s arm. “Relax, dude. That’s not helping.”The three of us had been best friends since our early teens. We were supposed to be four, but Sofia returned to Mexico for college, and we hadn’t seen her since.“So, what are you going to do?” Wes asked.I rested my chin on my palm. “He can go to hell. I’ll resign from my position at New Star Media.” I looked at Wes. “You said you have a vacancy in your department. Is it still open?”“So, you’ve finally considered that now, huh?”Wesley Allen was associate marketing director at Sebastian Entertainment Group. The company was founded as a record label, but after acquiring subsidiaries, it expanded into a global mass media and entertainment studio conglomerate with a net worth of eighty-fiv
SAVANNAH After my two-hour update about the business trip, I submitted my resignation on Monday morning. Amara picked up the envelope and stared at it, but she wasn’t surprised. “Effective next week. You know I like you, right?” she said. “I’m so sorry, Amara.” “Savi, you are smart, obedient, and enthusiastic. You met deadlines and submitted outstanding ideas that helped me numerous times. Can we talk about this first?” “Believe me, I’m grateful to be here and I will be thankful forever, but—” “But my nephew is an asshole. Yes, he is.” Amara might be Edward’s aunt, but she was fair. I had a colleague who was cheating on his wife with another colleague. Amara fired them the next day she found out. She was strict with work, but the employees loved her. She was still single at age forty-four, so relationships and men were never an issue. I now understood why she was that way. She always said men were always the problem. “Edward told you.” She stood up and turned around her desk.
SAVANNAH “What? ‘You looked exhausted? That’s the difference between us?’” Riley quoted Sofia’s words in rage. We were now at the bar, drinking our favorite cocktails. “I will cut her tongue when I see her.” Wesley laughed that he almost teared up. “Are you sure that’s Sofia?” “Why would she lie about it?” I said. Riley hugged me. “That’s okay. Let’s just forget about her.” “Yes, so let’s change the subject. Hey, I sent my resume,” I told Wes. “Did you get it?” “Yes, but I couldn’t show it to my boss,” Wes replied. “He’s busy with something the CEO asked him to do.” “That’s fine. I can wait.” Wesley clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Great. You know I really need your marketing knowledge and organizational skills. You’ve helped Amara with your ideas. I’m surprised she let you go.” Edward was still her nephew. Of course, she’d choose him. “Nah. I’m glad she let me go.” “Listening to you sounds exhausting,” Riley suddenly commented. “I still think owning a restaurant
SAVANNAH Riley squealed in my ear when the call ended. “Sexy voice,” she remarked. “He oozes sexiness everywhere.” I couldn’t believe the man would personally meet me. He could’ve sent anyone. Rafael. His name was Rafael. I wondered what his family name was. I wanted to stalk him on social media. “Do you girls know what time it is?” Wesley complained. “Can we go home now?” Riley’s mouth twitched. “You’re just jealous. Nancy broke up with you.” Wes glared at his sister. “Shut up. Are you a child?” “Nancy broke up with you? Why didn’t you tell me?” I questioned. This was news. We always told everyone about everything. Riley was biting her bottom lip, looking down. Wes waved his hand dismissively. “I just didn’t want to worry you.” I pouted. Sure, I’d be worried. Wes met Nancy because of me. “I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault.” He smiled, patting my shoulder. “Hey, it’s getting late. I have an early meeting tomorrow.” “Oh, of course.” I nodded, then looked at Riley. “Are you go
SAVANNAH I kept myself busy the entire day, avoiding Edward. He was preoccupied with work, so I assumed he had no time for a coffee break. No one in the office knew about our marital issues, but I refused to tell anyone—not even Emma. Brett, who was also my boss, seemed clueless, but if he knew, he was still usually professional. “Ms. Reed?” But Brett wasn’t friendly, either. We didn’t dislike each other, but we didn’t like each other either. “Ms. Reed,” Emma’s voice pushed through my disarrayed mind. “I’m sorry. What is it?” “Are you okay?” “I’m fine. Where were we? Oh, it’s our, uh, current biggest project.” “I’m sorry. I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but it’s almost seven. Didn’t you say you have an appointment?” “Seven?” I checked my watch. God. I didn’t notice. “Ms. Reed, we still have three days.” She looked at my face curiously. “I was watching you, and you weren’t stopping. Your eyes were glued to the computer all day. Everyone went home.” I looked around our o
RAFAEL“Congratulations!”My family uttered simultaneously at the dinner table. Julian announced he’d successfully impregnated his young wife. It had been six months since their wedding.His wife, Anya, was one of my best composers and songwriters, despite being new in the industry. The songs she wrote for pop star Ophelia Grant hit seven hundred thousand sales on the album and half a billion in audio streams. She now had offers to write songs for an upcoming animated fantasy film.Their story was similar to those of romantic comedy movies. Julian was Anya’s music professor at Whitlock School of Music. I was skeptical about their relationship; I thought Julian was stupid to date his student. But it worked out for both of them. I admired these types of marriages, but it didn’t mean my views about settling down changed if I met someone like my brother’s wife. I didn’t think I could handle being a doting husband or a father. I just couldn’t see myself changing diapers and bathing babies.
RAFAELI sat in the boardroom for ten days in the talk of one of my studio’s biggest film franchises. I initially planned to release the film to PeekFlix when Emilio signed. The premise would be based on the bestselling post-apocalyptic, fantasy, and science fiction book The Zion’s Code Trilogy. The books sold over one hundred million copies worldwide, so Adam suggested I read and consider them for a motion picture. I ended up liking it. With our best directors, scriptwriters, and a set of A-list actors, a big budget, the film should be huge.Movies our studios had produced were listed as the highest-grossing films so far. We’d gained millions of followers globally, so I had a good feeling about it. So, each creative team and department presented schemes for new film productions, artist screenings, scripts, and music arrangements, as well as its events and conferences, in order to execute strategic initiatives.After the series of meetings, I was behind my desk, allocating decisions,
SAVANNAH “Savi?” Wesley called out as he knocked. “Hurry!” “Coming!” I shouted back. I put on a pair of pearl earrings to match my Grecian maxi white dress. The straps hung on my shoulders with a racy V-cut on the cleavage and had a side split at my right upper thigh down on my leg. My back was half bare, but a strip of gold chain connected to the other side to keep it from falling off. I didn’t wear any necklace. I liked the way my neck was also bare. I let my hair fall on my shoulders with the right curls and wore six-inch because it emphasized my butt when I walked. For the final touch, I swiped a red lipstick and hurried outside. I was now ready for the party. “What’s taking you so long?” he complained, but Riley slapped his arm. “You boys should know by now what it means for us girls to dress up,” she said. I grinned. “Yeah, because you’re not bad yourself.” Wes looked debonair tonight in Brioni tux. With a body and handsome face to flaunt, I rarely saw him less than gorgeou