Alexander James walked into my office with a serious expression on his face. "Sir, I need to bring something to your attention," he said, prompting me to look up from my laptop. "What is it?" I asked brusquely. He hesitated for a moment before delivering the news: "Amelia's house has been sold."I scowled, my annoyance evident. "She sold the house?" I asked, my tone laced with disbelief. "Yes, sir. She did." He confirmed.I offered her money and she rejected it. But surprisingly, she didn't hesitate to sell the house I bought for her family.Why should I care?"I don't give a fuck, James," I said dismissively.He nodded and left without a word.I struggled to concentrate on my work as my mind repeatedly wandered back to James' revelation. I recalled the day her family moved into that house, the look of gratitude in her hazel eyes. I had done it to help her, to make her life easier. Was she trying to provoke me by selling the house? I reached for my phone to track her location,
Amelia"Misty, breakfast is almost ready!" I exclaimed. "Just five more minutes!"Her excited voice echoed from the next room, "Mommy, Mommy! Are we having pancakes?"She came running into the kitchen, her little feet pattering against the floor.My daughter, Misty, was a secret I had kept hidden from Alexander. Only Hayley and my family knew the truth about her parentage. Although Sarah and I remained in touch, I had never revealed to her that I had a child, let alone that Alexander was the father.Misty was the spitting image of her father, with piercing green eyes that sparkled with a cheerful spirit. I liked to think Misty's cheerful nature came from me, as Alexander's personality was far from sunny. Yet, the physical resemblance between them was undeniable.I cracked eggs into a bowl, whisking them together with a fork as I gazed out the kitchen window. The Wisconsin sunrise was a sight to behold, the sky a canvas of pink and orange hues. Misty chirped excitedly in her high ch
Alexander I woke up to a tangle of arms and legs. As I sat up, I saw the four women lying beside me, their faces slack in sleep. I shook my head, recalling last night, the drinks, the music, the desperate attempt to drown my sorrows.Five years of emptiness had driven me to this point. Five years of trying to fill the void with temporary fixes, with fleeting pleasures. Women, booze, parties - nothing seemed to stop the ache within me. I'd lost count of the number of nights like this, the number of strangers I'd used to try and numb my pain.As I sat up, the women stirred, their eyes fluttering open. They smiled, reaching out to touch me."What an amazing night we had." One of the women purred. I couldn't recall her name, or any of their names for that matter. They probably told me, but I didn't remember. I never remember their names.I forced a smile. "Yeah, it was...something," I said, my voice laced with insincerity. They didn't seem to notice, too caught up in their own haze o
Alexander I arrived at the hotel and pulled up front, and just as I was about to step out of the car, I spotted Amelia walking out of the hotel, her features captivating my attention and freezing me in place.She was even more beautiful than I remembered, her long hair shining in the sunlight. A vehicle was waiting for her, parked directly in front of her, and it seemed like she was about to get in. She was leaving!"No, no, no!" I exclaimed, hastily pushed my car door and ran towards the vehicle. "Amelia, wait!" I cried out. I was quick enough to catch up to her just in time before she could step inside.She turned to face me, and our gaze collided. I felt my breath caught in my throat. My heart skipped a beat, then fluttered wildly, like a bird set free, as I locked eyes with hers. It was as if my heart had finally found the missing piece it had been searching for, and I felt a rush of emotions I couldn't contain."Alexander?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.I coul
Amelia The car began to move and I gazed out the window, my eyes fixed on Alexander's receding figure. He was shouting, his mouth open in a desperate cry, but the sound was muffled by the glass and the hum of the engine. Yet, I could read his lips, could see the shape of my name on them.My heart skipped a beat as I watched him, his face contorted in a mix of anguish and despair. I felt a pang of guilt, but I pushed it aside. I couldn't let him catch up to us, couldn't let him find out about Misty.The thought sent a chill down my spine. I couldn't bear the thought of him taking her away from me, of losing my precious daughter.I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.How did he find out where I was?He looked different, still devilishly handsome of course, but there was something else about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on.I wasn't expecting him to act like that when he saw me. I was taken aback by his reaction when he saw me - the desperation in his eyes, the
Sarah "Amelia is going to be furious with me... I can already imagine the look on her face!" I said, covering my face with my hands."How did Alexander know that she was around? And her location! I didn't share that information with him, the only person I told was........." My words trailed off, leaving me more confused than I already was. God! I knew I shouldn't have told him! The only reason I did, was because we had plans last night and I had cancelled to spend time with Misty.I snatched a pillow and buried my face in it, letting out a muffled scream of frustration: "Aaaaargh!"I lay on my bed, surrounded by the luxurious solitude of my penthouse. Despite being together for five years, Henry and I were not living together. I found it odd. Most couples would have started considering moving in together after the first year. When I talked about it, he said he wanted me to have my space and privacy.The funny thing is that I'd never set foot in his home, which was strange, but m
Alexander I was in the elevator going up to my office floor. The emptiness inside of me still lingered. The weight of Amelia's disdain for me was crushing- she couldn't even bear to look at me.I seethed with resentment towards everything and everyone, including myself. I felt like I was drowning in my own despair. I wished I hadn't done what I did in the past- throw her out of my life. I had said a lot of things to her that I couldn't take back and I don't blame her for hating me.The elevator door pinged open, I trudged towards my office, my feet heavy with the burden of my thoughts. I felt like an outsider, a stranger in my own life. "Sir, we've got a new development and it's not something you would like," James announced, rushing towards me. "Lay it on me," I responded curtly. "I just found out your grandfather held a secret meeting with the board members.""Yeah, he does that all the time. He says he's out of the company but secretly makes backroom deals in the company's na
Amelia Knock!I heard the sound of a soft knock echoing from the doorway as I was in the kitchen baking some pies with Misty and Ella."I think there's someone at the door," I said, glancing at Ella. She cocked her head, her ears perked up waiting for the sound to repeat, but silence followed. She shook her head. "No, I don't hear anything.""Yeah, me too. It seems to have stopped." I retorted."Must have been nothing," she said with a shrug."Mommy, can I go see if someone is there?" Misty offered."No, baby, go back to helping mommy," I said.I gently took the pan of freshly baked pie out of the oven. "The first batch is ready, who wants to try it?" Misty's eyes widened as she gazed at the perfectly golden-brown pie. "Me! Me!" she exclaimed, bouncing up and down.Ella chuckled. "I think someone's excited about pie."I smiled, "Okay baby." I said, handing Misty a small slice. "Be careful, it's still warm."She took a bite, and her eyes lit up. "Mmmmm... Mommy, this is the best pie