Novels by Chithority

Sebastian was seated in his office, the light from his laptop illuminating his face with stark shadows. The room was pristine, as usual, yet it seemed cold, devoid of life. Piles of documents and folders encircled him, but his attention was directed elsewhere. He reclined in his leather chair, tousling his unkempt hair with a hand. Evelyn's comments lingered in his thoughts, piercing more profoundly than any failed business transaction. "You gave up that right when you selected Vanessa." He let out a sigh and looked through the folder on his desk, packed with pictures and notes from the investigator he employed. Pictures of Evelyn holding hands with Mason and Maya, her expression tender with affection, gazed back at him. It was a life he ought to have belonged to. The investigator's records elaborated on her independent graphic design projects, her serene existence in a simple apartment, and the childcare facility she visited with the twins. Sebastian ran his finger along a photo o

Evelyn's hands shook while she secured Mason in his car seat. Her thoughts raced, her feelings a chaotic blend of anger, fear, and uncertainty. She didn’t anticipate encountering Sebastian, especially not in this manner, and definitely not after such a long time. Maya softly whined from her seat, feeling her mother’s anxiety. Evelyn took a deep breath and put on a grin as she reached out to caress her daughter's cheek. "It's fine, darling." "Mommy's okay," she whispered, although her tone revealed her discomfort. But was she okay? Sebastian's unexpected arrival had unsettled her, bringing up recollections she had fought diligently to conceal. For months, she had been reconstructing her life, establishing a secure, stable environment for her kids. Seeing him again felt as if someone had pulled the rug from beneath her. Evelyn settled into the driver’s seat, clutching the steering wheel firmly. She couldn't afford to linger on this—not at this moment. She needed to complete e

Evelyn rose to the noise of Mason wailing in his crib. The time displayed on her bedside clock was 2:47 a.m. She rubbed her eyes, the fatigue of raising a child alone seeping into her bones. For a short while, she imagined how it would feel to have someone alongside her, someone to share the late-night awakenings and the ongoing anxiety that accompanied raising twins. However, that idea was temporary. The picture of Sebastian's face, frigid and apathetic as he gave her the divorce papers, flooded back. It was sufficient to propel her through the haze of exhaustion and into movement. She lifted Mason into her arms, his tiny body warm and shaking. "Quiet now, it’s fine, sweetheart," she whispered, softly swaying him. She inspected his diaper and then his bottle, ensuring that everything was proper. While she was feeding him, her thoughts drifted to the email she had received earlier that week. It wasn't merely a job prospect; it was a salvation. The opportunity to be employed by a re

The cheerful giggle of a baby resonated in the small apartment as Evelyn skillfully held two bottles of milk in one hand and repositioned the high chair with the other. The twins, just a few months old, made up her whole universe. Maya's deep eyes shimmered with intrigue, as young Mason laughed at the sound of the wind chimes near the window. Their arrival brought a happiness to the small apartment that Evelyn had never experienced before. Yet today, a darkness hung over Evelyn's heart. She received another email from the graphic design company she freelanced with, a proposal to move to a larger city if she wished to handle more distinguished projects. It was a chance that could transform her profession, yet the idea of dismantling her small, meticulously built haven frightened her. Once she laid the twins down for their nap, Evelyn settled by the bay window with her laptop. She had always hoped to provide Maya and Mason with a better life, one free from the burdens of her history.

Evelyn rose to a serene morning, with gentle sunlight streaming through the curtains, creating warm golden rays on the ground. The quiet of the apartment, the tranquility she had discovered in recent weeks, provided solace. However, the burden of her choice regarding Sebastian still remained in her thoughts. She had dedicated numerous hours in the past few days contemplating everything: Sebastian’s apology, his efforts to connect, and the way he had constantly assured her that nothing would separate them. However, following his betrayal, she questioned whether those promises were merely hollow phrases. Was he genuinely remorseful, or was he just attempting to mend something damaged, not entirely grasping the extent of the pain he had inflicted? While sipping her tea by the window, the gentle buzz of the city beneath reminded her that life kept progressing, even when she felt trapped in her own reflections. The only sound that filled the room was the rhythmic tapping of her fingers o

Evelyn found herself contemplating the heaviness of Sebastian's words for days. He approached her, exposed and defenseless, conveying his remorse and his wish to seek forgiveness. However, Evelyn was uncertain whether it was sufficient. Is it possible for him to really change? Could she really rely on him enough to offer him another opportunity? Her heart was pained by the doubt, yet she would not make any choices without first reflecting on her emotions, and the truth of their circumstances. The next day, following Sebastian’s visit, Evelyn tried hard to resume her usual routine. She worked remotely, concentrated on her design assignments, and went to her prenatal check-ups. Yet, even during the silent times, the resonance of his presence lingered. His apology lingered in her mind, yet she couldn’t overlook the intricacy of her feelings. Whenever she believed she had control over the situation, she ended up questioning herself. At night, with the gentle murmur of urban noise coming