Eva's POV

The morning sun shone brightly through the tall windows of our bedroom, warming my face. I blinked slowly, my eyes adjusting to the light. Then I remembered.

Today was our fifth wedding anniversary.

I smiled to myself as I sat up in bed. I had big plans for today. I wanted to surprise Jason, my husband, my best friend, the man I had loved for years. I glanced at the big silver wall clock hanging above the dresser.

7:00 AM. Perfect.

I got up and went to freshen up. I wore something simple for the morning jeans, a white t-shirt, and sneakers. I tied my hair into a loose ponytail and grabbed the car keys from my bedside table.

As I walked down the grand staircase of our mansion, I couldn’t stop the excitement in my steps. I actually jumped a little as I reached the ground floor. I was happy. I was in love.

Outside, the warm breeze greeted me. I pressed a button, and the new, shiny black Jeep parked in the driveway unlocked with a soft beep. Jason had bought it for me just a few months ago. I hopped in and pulled out of the estate.

First stop: the mall.

I went into a small, familiar store and bought everything I needed to make Jason’s favorite cake, vanilla, soft and sweet, just like how our love used to be. I also picked up a bottle of champagne. Something fancy. We had a lot to celebrate.

By the time I got home, I was already imagining Jason’s reaction.

I went straight into the kitchen, took out my baking pans, and got to work. The kitchen was large and elegant, filled with the smell of sugar and vanilla as I mixed the ingredients. Once the batter was ready, I poured it into the pan and slid it into the oven.

Soon, the house was filled with the sweet aroma of baking cake. I smiled, feeling proud. I had done this so many times, but today felt special.

After 30 minutes, the cake was done. I let it cool, decorated it with care, and placed it inside a white-and-gold cake box I had bought days ago just for today.

Then I headed upstairs to get ready.

I opened my wardrobe and took out the red dress, the one Jason always said he loved on me. It had a high slit on the right leg and hugged my curves perfectly. I slipped into matching red heels, carried a black designer bag, and wore a silky red lingerie set underneath.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smirked.

“You look beautiful,” I whispered. I wanted to be the woman Jason fell in love with all over again.

It was already noon.

I carefully took the cake and champagne down the stairs and placed them in the front seat of the car. This time, I chose the bright new red Ferrari Jason gifted me as an apology for missing my last birthday. He hadn’t even shown up to cut the cake. But today, I wanted to forget all that.

As I walked out, the gatekeeper smiled and said, “Madam, you look stunning today. Boss is a lucky man.”

I smiled back. “He sure is.”

I slid on my sunglasses, opened the top of the Ferrari, and drove off. On the way, I called Jason twice.

No answer.

Maybe he’s just busy with work, I thought. He had slept at the office the night before, saying he had a deadline to meet. I didn’t doubt him. Jason had always been serious about work.

Not long, I arrived at the tall glass building with the bold letters JC, Jason Corp. written on the front.

I parked and stepped out, holding the cake and the champagne carefully. My heels clicked on the shiny marble floor as I walked into the building. The receptionist, a young girl in her twenties with her hair in a neat sleek bun, looked up.

“Good afternoon, ma’am,” she said, but her voice was low, and her smile didn’t reach her eyes. Something about her expression was… off. But I ignored it.

I was too focused on my surprise.

I walked into Jason’s private elevator, the one only he was allowed to use. I pressed the button for the top floor.

My heart was beating fast, I was nervous and excited. I could already imagine his face when he saw me.

When the elevator opened, I stepped out and walked to his office door. I adjusted the cake box in my hand and smiled to myself.

But before I could knock, I heard a familiar voice.

“Stop it! That tickles,” the woman giggled.

I froze.

That voice...

I pushed the door open slowly.

And my world shattered.

There she was, Amelia.

My step sister.

clad with nothing but her underwear.

Sitting on Jason’s lap.

I stared, unable to move. My heart stopped. My hands shook. The cake tilted dangerously in the box.

Amelia’s eyes widened when she saw me. She tried to get up, but Jason pulled her back by the waist.

“Eva, it’s not what you thi...” she began, putting on a fake innocent voice.

“Oh, shut up!” I snapped, my voice shaking with rage. The cake slipped from my hands and hit the ground. The perfect cake I made with love was now a mess on the floor.

Tears welled in my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall not yet.

“How could you?” I whispered. “Amelia, you’re my sister. I trusted you.”

But her face changed.

Her fake sad look vanished, and she sneered.

“I was just helping you. Doing the things you obviously couldn’t,” she said, tossing her hair back.

I stared at her in disbelief. “By sleeping with my husband?”

I turned to Jason demanding. "How could you do this to me? with this vixen"

Jason finally spoke. “Eva, watch your mouth.”

That was it.

“Jason, ask her to leave. Now,” I said coldly.

“She’s not leaving,” Amelia said proudly. “You’re the one who interrupted.”

Jason smirked. “You can stay and watch if she wants.”

And then, he kissed her.

Right in front of me.

And worse? His hand slid down her back, touching her like I wasn’t even there.

Amelia looked at me and said, “Just leave the champagne on the table, we’ll celebrate our later.”

Something in me snapped.

I grabbed the champagne bottle and threw it at her. She screamed and ducked just in time. The bottle smashed against the wall, barely missing her.

“You think this is over?” I said, my voice cold now. “You can have each other.”

I pulled off my wedding ring and threw it at them. It landed near the broken glass.

Then I turned and ran.

The sound of my heels echoed through the hallway. The elevator ride felt like an eternity. As soon as I reached the ground floor, I rushed to my car, tears blinding my vision.

I sat behind the wheel, shaking.

The woman I called sister.

The man I called husband.

They both betrayed me.

I cried for what felt like hours. My heart ached like it had been ripped from my chest.

But then... something inside me changed.

I wiped my tears, turned the key in the ignition, and whispered to myself.

“You’re going to regret ever hurting me. Both of you.”

And with that, I drove away, a new fire burning in my heart.

This wasn’t the end.

It was just the beginning.