MARK'S POVRecently, I have been very troubled, my mind kept skipping a beat each time it wandered and I remembered that kick I felt on Bella's tummy. Most times, it was almost always as if I could feel how it had felt in my palm again, as if I was reliving that moment. It was like a daily reminder
That day, as I dressed up and prepared for work… as I made my way to work up until I sat in my office seat, I felt uneasy inside.So when she came to me, two months later, with an ultrasound report and put her hand on her flat tummy, her eyes glinting with a mixture of hope, fear and happiness, I ha
SYDNEY'S POVI slammed my laptop shut and some of the attendees raised a brow. I smiled back at the person and turned back to the speaker for the day.The day had been hectic since I arrived in the morning. It was one work after another, one meeting after another.We had just finished the first sess
"I am raising my voice because I have every right to do so. I won't allow you to marry another man while carrying my child!"."That's all you do, you know," Bella scowled, "Big talk. You talk like you'd move heaven and earth yet you have no means to care for this child you claim is yours."My brows
"What the hell?!" I threw my hands in the air and said as my breath calmed, "Why did you just appear like that? You almost gave me a heart attack."She folded her lips, "You almost gave me a heart attack when I noticed you sitting here too." She arched her sleek brows, "Have you been stalking me? We
I tried to reason with her again, "At least," I pointed at the phone in her grip, "As you must have seen, I haven't been in touch with," I raised my eyebrows as I made air quotes with my fingers around my next words, "your man since the divorce. So I'm not a threat to you."No matter what I said, Be
"She once had a child?" I thought to myself and my body stiffened a bit. Surely never expected that update.When could this have happened? Was it during those three interminable years when she had vanished without a trace? But despite the amount of questions I had, I still tried to act composed and
"I held my child and wept bitterly on the delivery bed."I was at a loss for words at that point.What do I do?What was I supposed to say to her?Clearly not a heartfelt speech of pity because in as much as I got poked a bit by her story, a larger part of me wasn't that sorry.I leaned back in my s