AIDEN There were so many scenarios in my head, so many words that I could no longer pay attention on the road as I drove. After I almost brushed the side of a car, I sharply pulled over by the side of the road. I threw my head back and shit my eyes close. Of all the thoughts that raged in my head,
Walking up the driveway, I spotted the same car I had seen in the parking lot of my company a while back. It felt like a long time ago yet I could vividly remember the man's face. I abruptly halted in my steps as I was finally able to tag a name to the face. Dennis. Yes. The man was Dennis from co
ANASTASIA For the first time in five years, I woke up with someone's arms wrapped around me and a banging headache. I immediately knew the headache was a result of my thoughtless drinking yesterday but I frowned at the strong sinewy arm that was over my belly, trying to recall what had occured las
He looked stunned which somehow surprised me. I just hope he wasn't doubting himself because he was just perfect last night. He shook his head, downed the remaining content in his cup. “I have something to tell you." I paused, my hand frozen from swirling the tea. “What do you have to tell me?" H
AIDEN I gritted my teeth, my grip on the steering wheel hard as I drove to the address he sent. My thoughts were in chaos, even though I knew I had lost Anastasia, she was still on my mind. I still beating myself up for not putting more effort into finding her the first time she left. I blamed mys
ANASTASIA "Amie…" I groaned as I called with a laugh. “Aren't you done? My hand hurts." Amie giggled, “Keep your face the way it was before now. I need to get your lips right." And so with a sigh, I raised my hands in the air and grinned widely. Why she wanted to paint me looking like this was be
ANASTASIA Clara's face turned to the side with the impact of the resounding slap that I just landed on her cheeks. She reeled backward, clutched her face and stared at the floor for a long while. That slap was the very least of all the things I wanted to do to her. I was literally holding myself
I guess they were both at fault in some ways but Clara shouldn't have. Oh, she shouldn't have. She went too far. She knew I got pregnant for him and she said nothing. If not for anything, at least for the baby's sake, she should have just told me the truth. But no, she watched me struggle to raise A