Aurora's Point Of ViewI was so lost in thoughts and didn't notice when Cindy approached my desk, carrying a large stack of files. I was startled when the files dropped on my desk with a loud thud and looked up in search of whoever was responsible for it. "You left work early yesterday," She said accusingly. "And you know, I've been thinking what gave you such nerves."I didn't move or say a word. I only looked away from her and maintained my steady gaze on the computer in front of me. When Cindy saw that, she narrowed her eyes, clearly displeased with my lack of acknowledgment. "Didn't you hear me?" She asked. I remained silent, and her eyes darkened. Just who does she think she is? "And why are you still sitting while I'm talking to you?""I didn't know I had to stand up either" I kept her gaze fixed on the computer screen, refusing to look up at Cindy. I could feel her anger rising, but I refused to be intimidated. Keeping my composure, and eyes on the screen, I focused on the wo
Aurora's Point Of View ONE HOUR LATERMy heart was pounding as I knocked on the door, balancing the stack of files on my arms. I'd worked tirelessly to complete the project in the time allotted, and now I was anxious to see his reaction."Come in!" I heard the cold voice that sent shivers down my spine. Opening the door, I walked in, trying not to spill the files as I did so. They were so heavy, and my arms were starting to hurt.Eduardo spared me a glance and resumed working on his computer. "I can never remember asking you to add an extra ten minutes for yourself, Miss Williams."The name again? And why was he being such an asshole? Ignoring his comment, I walked over to his desk. "Here are the files."Eduardo looked at the files, his face unreadable. Then he motioned for me to leave them on the table. He picked up one of the files, then the second, and third while I waited for his response, my stomach in knots.After what seemed like an eternity, he dropped the file and looked up
Aurora's Point Of ViewI turned and rushed towards the door, trying to put as much distance between us and get as far away from him. I could feel his eyes on me, following my every move as I rushed out of the office, barely able to breathe. My heart was pounding in my ears, and I felt like I might faint. Once inside the elevator, I pressed my back against the cold wall and inhaled deeply. How could I have let that happen? No doubt, I appeared weak and pathetic when I should have been stronger. I resisted him but now, all I could feel was regret and shame.He had gotten closer and I had let him touch me.... Oh God, my panties! My body tensed and my face turned red, as I tried to hold back tears. I wished I could disappear, run away from the awkward situation, and escape the feelings of shame and regret that were bubbling up inside me. "Aurora, are you okay?" Ruby, a colleague, asked immediately after I stepped out of the elevator and onto the ground floor. "I wish""You look flushed
Crystal's Point Of View"I wouldn't be able to take you home today. I have a last minute engagement," Eduardo told me. I went into his office to tell him I was clocking out. It was already 4p.m and I was very tired. Today drained me. "I'll just get a cab." I told him. "No, the chauffeur will come pick you up," There was no point arguing with him so I just nodded. I turned to leave but I stopped at the door. I turned and found him staring at me. I did not know why I stopped. I had to say something or it would seem very awkward. "Um... is it a meeting?" I asked him and he raised a quizzical brow. "Your... the last minute engagement I mean." Why did I ask that?!"Oh. I have dinner with my mother." He replied and I nodded before leaving. His mother, huh? I haven't crossed paths with his mother since I left five years ago. How was she now? How would she react when she sees me? Was she still in favour of her son marrying Serena? I scoffed. I had no reason to be thinking about this. I
Crystal's Point Of View"I wouldn't be able to take you home today. I have a last minute engagement," Eduardo told me. I went into his office to tell him I was clocking out. It was already 4p.m and I was very tired. Today drained me. "I'll just get a cab." I told him. "No, the chauffeur will come pick you up," There was no point arguing with him so I just nodded. I turned to leave but I stopped at the door. I turned and found him staring at me. I did not know why I stopped. I had to say something or it would seem very awkward. "Um... is it a meeting?" I asked him and he raised a quizzical brow. "Your... the last minute engagement I mean." Why did I ask that?!"Oh. I have dinner with my mother." He replied and I nodded before leaving. His mother, huh? I haven't crossed paths with his mother since I left five years ago. How was she now? How would she react when she sees me? Was she still in favour of her son marrying Serena? I scoffed. I had no reason to be thinking about this. I
Eduardo's Point Of View I pulled up in the driveway of my mother's mansion. I stopped living here a few months ago. At first, I stayed with her because I was worried for her health and she can be very dramatic when she's sick but she was beginning to be a thorn in my neck so I guess a caregiver and moved back to my house. Though I had to promise to have dinner with her once a week"Welcome, master Eduardo," I put off my coat and handed it to the butler. I could already hear my mother's hearty laughter which meant that someone else was with her. I could almost guess who it was. I stepped into the dinning room and it was her like I expected"Oh, my son is here!" Mum beamed. I went to her and kissed her cheek. "I didn't know you invited a guest," I said as I took a seat opposite hers"Come on, Eduardo. Serena isn't in anyway a guest. I've taken her as a part of the family.I glanced at Serena who flashed me a smile. "I would have told you about my arrival but mother told me not to tell.
Crystal's Point Of View"Mummy, someone at the door!" Eloise yelled. "Coming, baby," I put off my gloves and walked to the living room where I saw Dexter by the door. "Get away from the door, Dexter." I carried him out of the way and I opened the door, only to see who I wasn't expecting. "Ed... Eduardo?" "Good morning," he said and I batted my lashes in utmost confusion. "Um... come in?" I was unsure of what to say. I had questions but I couldn't start questioning him at the door. And it is quite chilly outside. He came in and the twins almost burst when joy when they saw him. "Uncle!" They squealed in unison and Eduardo picked them up. "I've been waiting for you," Dexter pouted."That is why I came as fast as I could." Eduardo said and Dexter giggled. He kissed Eloise's cheek and warmth enveloped my heart. He looked so... perfect with the kids. Oh what was I thinking about? He is my ex-husband! The one who broke my heart in the worst way possible! He turned to me and I quickly
Aurora's Point Of View "Are you okay?" He asked as he walked to me. "Do I look like I'm not?" He stopped before me and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. I feared I might break down if I saw his face. He held my chin and turned my face to meet his gaze. He rubbed my stinging cheek with his thumb and said, "did she hit you?" "Does it matter?" I tried to turn away but he pulled me closer. "Did she hit you, Aurora?" I was forced to meet his eyes. They were different than the ones that stared at me with disdain five years ago. Tears stung my eyes and I tried to stop them from falling. "Does it matter if she did?" I tried to sound tough but my shaky voice betrayed me. "Go and meet your woman, she probably needs you." His softened gaze hardened, "my woman?" "Yes." He let out a deep breath and his grip around my waist loosened. I knew it was too good to get true. He would eventually go to her. I bit my lip to stop my tears as I turned away from him. I made to leave but he held
Aurora’s Point of ViewNana's birthday party was a success to say the least. She was so touched and she wouldn't stop saying thank you. Two days passed and things were back to usual. Eduardo called me in the morning to invite me to a coffee shop. He said we needed to talk. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me what he wanted to talk about. I knew instinctively. The coffee shop was warm and cozy, with the soft hum of chatter and the comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. I sat across from Eduardo, stirring my latte absentmindedly, wondering why I felt so restless. We spoke about the usual things—work, the kids, even Nana’s party. The conversation flowed naturally, but I could sense an underlying tension. Eduardo’s expression shifted as he leaned forward, his hands clasped together on the table. “What’s next for us, Aurora?” he asked quietly, his eyes searching mine. I froze, unsure how to respond. “What do you mean?” I asked, stalling for time. He sighed, h
Aurora’s Point of ViewThree months had passed, and life had finally settled into a rhythm. My business wasn’t booming like some overnight success story, but it was steady. Profitable. Enough to keep me busy and give me a sense of purpose I hadn’t felt in years.One of the unused rooms in the house had transformed into my work sanctuary. Shelves lined the walls, stocked with packaging supplies, raw materials, and finished products ready for shipment. My desk was cluttered but organized—a system that made sense to me, if no one else.It was fulfilling, but hard. Nana helped as much as she could, but she had her own responsibilities. Julie was swamped with work, and even Eduardo only came by occasionally. As for Ricardo, he’d been gone for a month on a project abroad.I told myself I didn’t think about him much. It was easier that way.But deep down, I missed him. The way he made me laugh when I was too tired to care about anything, how he believed in me even when I doubted myself. The
Aurora's Point Of View I shut the front door behind me, pressing my back against the cool wood as I tried to steady my breathing. My lips tingled, and my heart raced, but not from exertion. Ricardo’s kiss lingered in my mind, and no matter how much I tried to shake it off, the memory wouldn’t leave.“What are you doing, Aurora?” I whispered to myself, running a hand through my hair.The house was eerily quiet without Eloise and Dexter, who were already asleep. I’d hoped for a peaceful evening to focus on my work, but peace was the last thing I felt. I walked into the living room, my gaze landing on the vision board propped against the wall.It was filled with fragments of the life I wanted to build - pictures of smiling families, career aspirations, quotes about strength and independence. All of it was meant to guide me, to remind me of who I was becoming.But now, I felt adrift.***The days blurred into weeks.Between the kids, work on my new venture, and occasional check-ins with
Aurora's Point Of ViewThe afternoon stretched lazily into early evening as Ricardo and I worked at his dining table, the space cluttered with sticky notes, sketches of designs, and beads scattered across every available surface. My eyes burned from staring at my notes, and my fingers ached from stringing beads into different patterns. I leaned back in my chair with a groan, stretching my arms above my head. “I’m exhausted,” I admitted, dropping my hands to my lap. “If I see one more bead, I might scream.” Ricardo glanced at me, smirking as he shut his laptop. “You’re calling it quits already? We’re just getting started.” “Ricardo, I’ve been staring at beads for hours,” I shot back, rolling my eyes. “I need a break.” He laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Fine, fine. How about we unwind a little? I’ve got some tequila in the kitchen.” I arched an eyebrow. “Tequila? You’re trying to kill me now?” “Only a little,” he teased, standing up. “I’ll grab the glasses. Stay put.” I got
Aurora's Point Of View It was Dexter’s idea, of course. My son had a way of bringing people together, even when the adults in his life were determined to stay in their separate corners. “You’ve been working too hard, Mom,” he’d said, his voice full of authority for a five-year-old. “We need a day for all of us. Me, Ellie, you, and Dad. And Uncle Ricardo can come too! My friend said her mama and daddy go out together all the time!"At first, I balked at the idea. Spending a whole day with Eduardo, Ricardo, and the kids in the same space? It sounded like a recipe for awkwardness. But Dexter was insistent, and when Eloise chimed in with a quiet, “It could be nice, Mom,” I caved. So, here we were, standing in the middle of the city park on a sunny Saturday, my nerves jangling as Eduardo unloaded a picnic basket from the back of his car. Ricardo stood a few feet away, holding a soccer ball and trying to coax Dexter into teaching him “the rules of football.” “Uncle Ricardo is being emba
Aurora's Point Of View The sun filtered through my window as I sat at my desk, notebook open and pen in hand. The page stared back at me, blank as always. I sighed, resting my chin on my hand. I had been at this for weeks - trying to figure out what I liked, what I wanted, who I was outside of Eduardo and everything else. The buzz of my phone pulled me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen to see Ricardo’s message: “Morning, explorer. Time for your next adventure. Dress comfy—I’m picking you up in an hour.”I smiled despite myself. Ricardo had a way of dragging me out of my head and into the world. “Where are we going this time?” I texted back. “You’ll see. Trust me.”***An hour later, Ricardo pulled up outside my house, his car as loud and attention-grabbing as his personality. I slid into the passenger seat, eyeing the mischievous grin on his face. “You’re going to love this one,” he said, shifting the car into drive. “Is it another cooking class?” I asked, trying to gu
The morning sunlight poured softly through the curtains, painting streaks of gold on the walls. I sat on the couch with my coffee, my notebook open on my lap. The pages were a chaotic mix of scribbled ideas, crossed-out plans, and even a few doodles from Eloise. Progress, I told myself, even if it felt painfully slow. The sound of small footsteps echoed down the hallway, pulling me from my thoughts. A second later, Dexter appeared in his pajamas, his hair sticking up like he’d been wrestling with his pillow all night. It was Saturday so I get to spend the whole day with my babies today. “Good morning, Mommy,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep as he climbed onto the couch beside me. “Good morning, love.” I kissed his messy curls and set my coffee down. “Where’s Eloise?” I asked, wrapping my arm around his small frame. “She’s still sleeping,” Dexter said, snuggling closer. I smiled, resting my chin lightly on his head. Moments like these felt like an anchor, grounding me in t
Aurora's Point Of ViewRicardo turned sharply when I called out his name, his dark brows raising in surprise. “Yeah?” For a moment, I froze, the weight of my impulsive request catching up to me. My mouth opened, but no words came out. Instead, I stared at him, my mind running wild with the thought of what I had *wanted* to say. “Did you say something?” Ricardo asked, his voice pulling me out of my stupor. He snapped his fingers lightly, a teasing gesture meant to catch my attention. “I...” My voice faltered, and I quickly shook my head. “No, nothing.” He frowned, studying me for a moment as if he could see through my half-hearted denial. “You sure? You looked like you wanted to say something.” I felt my cheeks heat up under his gaze. *I thought I said it out loud,* I realized, my heart pounding at the sheer embarrassment of it all. “No, really,” I insisted, forcing a tight smile. “I was just... I thought I heard something, but it’s nothing. You should go.” Ricardo didn’t look c
Aurora's Point Of ViewThe café was quieter than usual, the muted hum of soft jazz filling the background. I sat by the window, tracing patterns on the condensation that formed on my coffee cup. I’d been staring at Eduardo’s text for hours, my thumb hovering over my phone, unsure of whether I was ready for this conversation. "I’m sorry. I want to talk." His words were simple, but the weight they carried felt suffocating.After much thought and deliberation, I had agreed to meet him. But now, sitting in the quiet of the cafe, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face him... really face him. I glanced at my wristwatch - thirty minutes past five. He said to meet here at 5.30. The door opened with a soft jingle, and Eduardo stepped in. His eyes scanned the room before locking onto mine. There was a look of hesitation on his face, something I hadn’t seen in a long time. Maybe it was guilt, maybe it was regret... either way, it made my stomach twist.He approached slowly, like he wasn’t sure wh