The dazzling morning sunlight radiated through the curtains, as a tall muscular figure with a hassle jawline, and curly hair walked out of the bathroom basking in delight. It was James Crawford.He dashed for the bed, scrubbing his wet hair with a sparkling white towel on his hands. On the bed was a neatly ironed plain pair of trousers and a white T-shirt.He let out a deep sigh and jumped into the black trousers. Immediately, a deafening ringtone from the corner erupted. He sighed and walked over to the phone lying on the bed.“Not again,” he mumbled and picked up the call."What's the matter this time? I'm trying to get myself to work you know,” he stated, his voice expressing his displeasure.“Uhm… I'm sorry about that, boss,” came a feminine voice from the other end.“There's something you should know, and I think I should bring it to your notice as soon as possible," the lady continued. James sighed into the phone and shook his head.“Alright, you have my attention," he said, and

James sat on the couch, his hands folded together and his jaw rested on the top while he stared into the air deep in thought. It was past 7 a.m., and he had been up the whole night.A squeaking sound from the door announced another party, but James didn't bother to look. The door opened, and Harper walked into the house holding her heels and handbag in her left hand. On seeing James looking haggard in distress, she walked to the couch by the side, and a freshly made burger was sitting on the table before her. She rolled her eyes and snorted angrily. “Are you kidding?” She questioned, casting a glare of disdain at him and scoffed.“How is this supposed to make me feel good? You should be more focused on working on your finances. That's what will make me feel good, not by making breakfasts for me,” she said in a disrespectful tone as she shook her head almost imperceptibly, a gesture that conveyed both resignation and disappointment.“You should step up and make real money, James. Com

James plodded towards the bar where he had just returned from. On his way, his cell phone rang, and he stopped to check the caller. On seeing the screen, he swallowed and shook his head.It was a call from Rosalind. He picked up and placed the phone on his ears ignorantly.“Hello, boss?" Rosalind called, and James mumbled silently. “I've done what you asked of me. The document is ready. Should I announce your wife as the chairman of the company? Did you reveal your identity already?” She asked, and James scoffed with sadness in his eyes."You were right, Rosalind. I was stupid. I was so blinded by love that I couldn't see the truth in everything you told me about Harper.” Rosalind went mute, her voice trailed off, and her brain tried to figure out where James was headed. A silence fell in, and James broke it with a deep sigh."Harper and I are divorced. Just a few minutes ago. You were never wrong about a single word you mentioned about her. Not even the accusation of infidelity.”A

Seeing Harper retreating with fear, the young man by her side stepped forward to protect her. He cast a glare at James and puffed his smoke into James's face directly. It was Henry, Harper's first love. “Who the fuck are you?” He asked, but James ignored his question. He couldn't take his gaze away from Harper."Hold on, you look familiar. Are you not James, Harper's Ex-husband? Oh shit! You're him!” he exclaimed and burst into laughter. “What's up? I'm Henry, Harper's present lover. We're getting married soon, you heard didn't you?" Henry teased, but James didn't feel disturbed by his rants. Instead, he decided to forget it all and walk away, but as he turned to leave, Henry pulled him back, getting in his path.“Woo woo woo! Chillax bro. Where do you think you're going? I ain't done with you yet. You know I could ask you to pay for damaging my wife's phone, but I'll only be wasting my time because you can't afford it,” he said, and there was mocking laughter from the crowd behind

The following morning, Emily woke up on the bed looking haggard. Her eyes were reddish and misted with unshed tears and her whole body was heating up with fever. After James dropped her off last night, she cried herself to sleep, knowing that she had lost her job.It was past 8 a.m. when she glanced at the clock with zero worries about work. There was no point rushing to get to the company after yesterday's event. She picked up her cell phone lying on the bed, and on the screen was an email from the company. It was a dismissal notice. She slid through, without bothering to check it out.“Fuck you, Harper!" She yelled out, expressing her deep pain. Her brows were furrowed deeply, casting a shadow over her anxious eyes that darted around the room as if searching for a way out. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, and she occasionally bit her lower lip in a subconscious gesture of distress. The corners of her eyes were creased with lines of concern, and her gaze was distant, lost i