Emma's Point of ViewI sat in the backseat of the cab, my heart thudding loudly against my chest as the city blurred past the window. Every turn the car took seemed to bring me closer to the moment that could change my life forever. Adrian. My lips curled into a soft smile as I pictured his reaction when I told him the news.“You’re… pregnant?” I imagined him saying, his voice full of surprise and wonder. In my mind, his shock would quickly give way to joy. He would lift me off my feet, spinning me around in celebration, his laughter filling the space between us. For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to hope... really hope, that maybe this baby would bring us back together, that the love we once had could be rekindled.I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely noticed when the cab came to a stop.“We’re here,” the driver said, pulling me out of my daydream.I handed him a few bills, murmured a quick thanks, and stepped out of the car. Adrian’s house loomed ahead of me, its ta
Emma's Point of ViewThe sharp trill of my alarm pierced through the afternoon heat, glancing at my phone it was barely two hours left for us to get this place breathtakingly ready. It was another day like every other, another event to manage. I had appeared in my crisp royal blue shirt and tailored black trousers, tying my hair in a sleek ponytail as I navigated through the list of things to do effortlessly.“Rachel!” I yelled, stepping into the garden square where my team was bustling about. The afternoon sun poured over the tables and decorations we had carefully set up. “Rachel, hold the cake properly! If that topples, we’re all doomed!”Across the square, Martin was wrestling with the banner. “Move it to the right!” I hollered. “No, the other right. Okay, forget it—stay put, I’ll help.”As I sprinted toward him, I felt a small tug on my skirt. I glanced down to see my daughter, Lily, her wide brown eyes peering up at me with a mix of curiosity and seriousness. “Mommy,” she said s
Emma's Point of ViewCelia’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. “I see you haven’t given up on pursuing my husband. Are you that desperate, Emma, that you had him followed?”Her words were venomous, laced with the arrogance that had always defined her. I turned to face her, trying to keep my composure, though my hands itched to slap the smirk off her face.“Still as delusional as ever, I see,” I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Get off your high horse, Celia. I don’t go back to my vomit.” My voice was steady, but inside, my heart raced like a drumbeat echoing through a war zone.Her face twisted with fury, her perfect facade cracking. Without warning, she raised her hand to slap me, but I caught it mid-air, gripping her wrist tightly. Her gasp of pain fueled my resolve.“This isn’t the Emma you knew before,” I warned, my voice dangerously low. “Raise your hand at me again, and I swear, Celia, I’ll make sure you regret it.” I twisted her
Emma’s Point of ViewThe warm morning sun kissed my face as I stepped out of the car, the crisp winter air biting gently at my skin. I walked around to the passenger side, opening the door to help Lily out. Her curly hair bounced as she hopped out, her little hands clutching her lunchbox tightly.“Alright, baby girl,” I said, crouching to her level. Her bright blue eyes sparkled with excitement. “Be good today, okay? And don’t forget to eat all your lunch.”“I will, Mommy,” she said sweetly, throwing her arms around my neck. The scent of her strawberry shampoo comforted me, anchoring me in the moment. “Love you!”“Love you too,” I whispered, giving her a quick squeeze before she darted off towards the school gates. She waved back at me, and I stood there for a moment, watching her little figure disappear into the schoolyard.I turned to head back to my car, but a voice called out behind me. “Excuse me, Ms. Carter!”I turned to see Miss Lean, Lily’s teacher, approaching with a smile an
Adrian's Point of ViewThe face staring back at me in the mirror was unfamiliar yet strangely comforting. Strong jawline, piercing eyes, and a tailored suit that screamed control. I ran my fingers through my slicked-back hair, a grin tugging at my lips. The man in the mirror was no longer the shadow of himself, no longer the defeated figure trapped in a wheelchair five years ago. I was a man reborn, and tonight, I was finally going to see her.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling me from my thoughts. Reaching for it, I answered, keeping my tone even. “Hello?”“Mr. Steele,” Robert’s professional voice greeted me. “The event planning team has arrived.”A smirk crept onto my face. “Is she with them?”“As requested, sir,” Robert confirmed. “She’s here.”I closed my eyes, letting the thought sink in. Emma was here. The years I’d spent wondering, regretting, and aching for her had led me to this moment. “Good job, Robert,” I said, my voice calm but commanding. “Keep an eye on her. I’l
Emma's Point of ViewThe ballroom buzzed with the kind of energy only exclusive events could command. Yet, something about this one felt strangely familiar. The color scheme, the pristine organization, the subtle elegance, it all whispered of Steele Enterprise, though no one had explicitly said so. My stomach tightened, but I brushed the thought aside, focusing on my crew back stage.“Edith, come here for a second,” I called, waving my assistant over. She scurried up, tablet in hand, her brow furrowed with an anxious readiness I had come to rely on.“Yes, Ms. Carter?”“Did you get the name of the company hosting this event?” My voice was calm, but my instincts screamed for clarity.Edith swiped through her notes. “Uh, no, the form didn’t specify the company name. Just the contact person... Robert Dela Cruz.”Robert Dela Cruz. The name held no hint of familiarity, but I still couldn’t place the deja vu feeling. “Alright. Check on the caterers. Make sure the food and snacks are safely t
Emma's Point of View"Lily! We are running late hurry up please" I called out from the sitting room, Seconds later Lily came running out a folded Cardboard Paper, dressed in a pink shorts and Green polo "I'm here mummy" she said"You look beautiful baby, let's go welcome uncle Ryan home" with that I swooped her into my arm as we headed for the car. The airport was bustling with life upon arrival , a chaotic symphony of arrivals and departures. Announcements blared overhead, echoing off the polished floors, and people moved in a hurry, greeting loved ones, dragging luggage, or staring at their phones as if their lives depended on it. But amidst the noise, my world had narrowed down to one thing, Ryan’s arrival.I tightened my grip on the sign in my hands, the bold letters spelling out “Ryan Walker” feeling strangely significant. Beside me, Lily held her own little sign, “Welcome Home,” her tiny hands clutching it with excitement.The overhead speakers crackled to life. “Flight 871-3
Adrian’s Point of ViewThe city stretched before me, a maze of towering buildings and blaring horns, but my mind was somewhere else, somewhere I had no business being. EmmaThat bastard. The two of them under the same roof, playing house like some fucking happy family. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white, the anger pulsing through me like a second heartbeat.I’d spent years convincing myself I didn’t care. That she was nothing but a ghost from my past. A lesson learned, a mistake I wouldn’t repeat. And yet, Just seeing her again, one damn picture had unraveled everything. The moment I saw her, smiling, looking at that man like he was her fucking everything, my blood boiled.The tires screeched slightly as I pulled into the underground parking of my company, my mood foul enough to turn the air toxic. The moment I stepped into the lobby, the usual greetings from employees felt like flies buzzing in my ears. I ignored them, my expression hard as stone.
Adrian’s Point Of View~~ Flashback ~~The soft hum of chatter filled the cozy café, blending with the clink of cups and the hiss of the espresso machine. I pushed the door open, the bell above jingling as I walked inside. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on herCelia had tucked herself away in a quiet corner, her fingers nervously playing with the handle of her cup.She looked up the moment she noticed me and offered a faint smile. “You came.”I pulled the chair out and sat across from her, my expression guarded. “What do you want, Celia?”Her smile faltered, her hands tightening around the coffee cup. “Adrian… can we not do this any longer?” She reached across the table, trying to touch my hand, but I pulled back instinctively.Her shoulders sagged, but she pressed on, her voice cracking slightly. “Why do you hate me so much? We used to be close. We dated, remember? Why is it so hard for you to forgive me for that night?”I inhaled deeply, weighing my words before I spoke.
Emma's Point Of View The scent of sautéed vegetables filled the kitchen as I stirred the pan, lost in the rhythm of preparing lunch. It was oddly therapeutic, chopping, stirring, seasoning each action giving me a moment of calm in the whirlwind my life had been lately.A pair of familiar arms snaked around my waist, pulling me back against a firm chest. Adrian’s breath brushed my neck before his lips followed, planting slow, deliberate kisses along my skin.I couldn’t help but chuckle. “When did you wake up, silly?”“A few minutes ago,” he murmured between kisses, his voice low and teasing, “and turns out, this beautiful lady of mine wasn’t in bed with me.”I smiled, leaning back into him. “Lily woke up early and wanted food. So, here I am, making her a healthy meal.”He nuzzled into my neck, pressing one more kiss there. “That’s a thoughtful mother right there.”He finally let me go, but not before sneaking a berry from the plate on the counter.“Adrian!” I scolded, giving him a pla
Emma’s Point of ViewThe soft morning light filtered through the hospital blinds, painting pale stripes across the room. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had become strangely comforting over the past few days. Sitting between Adrian and Lily felt like breathing for the first time in weeks. The worst was finally behind us.Its been a week and Lily still lay on her hospital bed, her tiny hands gripping a plush bunny, but her color was beginning to return, cheeks flushed with life again. Adrian, on the bed next to hers, looked healthier too.. though the IV on his arm and the sore back he has reminded me of what he gave up for our daughter.“Good morning, Mr. Steele,” Dr. Frederick’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he stepped in, clipboard in hand.Adrian sat up straighter, despite the stiffness in his movements. “Doc,” he greeted with a half-smile.The doctor made his rounds quickly, checking Lily’s vitals first. “She’s responding remarkably well. The traces of leukemia are
Adrian's Point Of ViewOutside Lily's room I couldn't help but let my tears run freely, I was holding back for the sake of Emma, she was already a mess, how do I let her see this mess of a man.I spent 5 years without my child and now that I'm finally getting back with my daughter, this happens. It feels like the universe doesn't want me anywhere close to being a father. "We are all done Sir" I had sat through pierces of syringes with out an iota of pain as my mind was pain stricken enough to register such minor pain. Looking at the tiny plaster placed on the pierced area, I knew it was worth it. "This was for Lily, anything for my little girl." I assured myself, turning to the nurse and asked "When should I expect the results?""Blood match should be out within 24 hours" she said, I nodded before getting back to the room.Emma had slept off while crying, she had her head on the bed while holding Lily's tiny hands. My heart ached at the sight before me, Emma had been through a lot
Emma's Point Of View "So Princess, who told you that babies are bought?" I asked as we drove. I briefly glanced at her through the rear mirror, to see her playing with her stuffed rabbit which was always in my car. "In a book mummy, we read it that beanies are bought in a baby store" she says innocently not taking her eyes off the teddy for a secondI chuckled and continued driving, Adrian’s return into our lives may have been an unexpected event but it sure made me see life in a new phase. "Who knows how his mother is faring?" I thought quietly as my mind reeled into the events of these last few months. She may have acted like a self-centered witch but she is still Adrian's mother, I know what it means to lose a family member, she may not be dead but her absence would definitely take a toll on AdrianThe rest of the drive was familiar blur if thoughts, when we finally arrived at the school gate, I got out and helped Lily out of the back seat“Hey baby, be good at school okay?” I
Adrian’s Point of ViewWaking up to a cold, empty bed wasn’t something I was used to these past few days. The absence of Emma's warmth beside me felt strange... Off, even. I stretched my hand over to her side, but all I felt was the chilled sheets. Frowning, I sat up, ruffling my messy hair, my bare feet brushing against the cold wooden floor as I slid into my slippers.“Emma? Love?” I called out softly, though I already knew she might not be in the room.The bathroom light was off. Empty.I sighed, pushing my groggy body out of bed. The house was oddly quiet, too quiet for a place that usually buzzed with Emma’s soft humming or Lily’s endless chatter. As I padded down the stairs, the faint melody of a nursery rhyme echoed from the kitchen. A soft smile crept onto my face."Twinkle, twinkle, little star..." I stopped by the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the frame. There they were.. Emma, with her messy bun falling out of place, flipping pancakes with that peaceful lo
Emma's Point of ViewThe Prison lights buzzed faintly above me, a dull hum that had become all too familiar in the past weeks. I sat on the edge of the cold, metal cot, twisting my fingers together, my heart racing with an unsettling mix of hope and dread. Today was my hearing, the day that would determine whether my life spiraled deeper into chaos or finally clawed its way back to normal.I glanced at the rusted clock on the wall in the hallway. Its slow, dragging ticks only heightened my anxiety. Every second felt like it was mocking me.The sharp jingle of keys snapped me out of my thoughts. A guard appeared at the cell gate, his eyes scanning the clipboard in his hands before calling out, "Emma Carter, you have a visitor."I blinked, surprised. "A visitor?" I echoed under my breath. My heart thumped painfully hard against my ribs as I stood, wiping my clammy palms against my jeans.“Let’s go,” the guard said gruffly.I followed him through the echoing corridors until we reached th
Adrian’s Point of ViewOne week in and I feel like I'm losing it, the weight of the world seemed to be crashing down on me, my fingers drumming impatiently on the glossy surface. Tomorrow was the damn court hearing, and I hadn’t heard a single word from Pedro since he walked out of the cell with Emma’s staff records. Days of silence... nothing.The tension was driving me insane.Papers were scattered all over my desk from financial reports to legal documents, you name it. But my mind wasn’t on any of them. Instead, it was stuck on the thought of Emma sitting behind those cold bars, waiting for me to pull off a miracle. And Lily... God, Lily. She kept asking when her mom would be home, and each time, it felt like a knife to the chest.My phone vibrated sharply against the wood. I snatched it up without even looking, but when I did, I frozePedro.“Finally,” I muttered before answering, “Pedro. Please tell me you’ve got something.”“Turns out,” Pedro’s gravelly voice echoed through the
Adrian’s Point of ViewMy mind ran wild as I drove out of the house, the only sound interfering with my thoughts were just the sound of the car engine. My hands gripped the steering wheels tightly as my knuckles turned as white as sheet. Lily sat in the backseat, her tiny hands clutching her backpack, while Paul, Naomi’s Son, gazed out the window, unaware of the storm that was brewing in my mind.“Daddy,” Lily’s soft voice broke through my thoughts.I glanced into the rearview mirror, locking eyes with her big, innocent ones. “Yes, princess?”She hesitated, her fingers playing with the strap of her bag. “When’s Mommy and Aunty Naomi coming home?”My chest tightened. God, how was I supposed to answer that? I forced a smile, even though my heart was heavy. “Very soon, baby. Mommy’s just… handling a little business. She and Aunty Naomi will be back before you know it.”Lily’s small head nodded, but her eyes told me she didn’t buy it. Kids... they always seem to know when you’re lying. I