"So what if it’s your child? For all we know, she could be lying?”“What would she gain from lying? The child is mine. I'm sure of it.”“I do not care if it's yours or not,” she yelled, eyeing me.Her voice trembled as she reached for the bag she threw on the couch. "I don't care whatever happens, A
SHARONI looked through the opaque glass as I swirled my drink in it. All the while, Anastasia's words rang in my head.I scoffed and muttered to myself. “How pathetic.”Aiden had not even tried to calm me down and seek my permission before thinking of getting involved in all the process she laid ou
Anyway, he was a good listener so I kept talking. “And you know what, I loved him so much that I was willing to overlook it all. I never pressured him or anything,” I belched and it got both of us laughing really seriously.My heart that came alight at the silly laugh suddenly felt dark, sullen, alo
Mia’s POV “Leave Adam.”I blinked, certain I'd misheard. The words were hanging in the air of my Aston Martin like a bad joke, and I found myself fighting the urge to check for hidden cameras. “I'm sorry, what rubbish are you spouting now, Mia? Is this why you begged to see me?”Mia's emerald eyes
SOPHIA’S POV“Get out of my car.” I said.She looked at me incredulously.“I said get out!” I screamed, my composure finally shattering.Mia looked like she wanted to argue more but something in my face must have warned her off. She opened the door, pausing before she stepped out. “Heed my advice, E
SOPHIA’S POV“Of them. Together. Naked. Fucking.”Every word felt like glass in my throat as I said it. “Adam's been cheating on me with her. This whole time.”Olivia's face cycled through shock, anger, and finally settled on something in between sympathy and rage. “That bastard! And Mia, how coul
EMILY’S POV I stared at Adam's text, all of a sudden beginning to laugh, a bitter one. It started as a scoff, then grew into a full-blown, slightly hysterical cackle that had a few passersby giving me concerned looks. The audacity and ridiculousness of this needed to be studied, really. Here was A
EMILY’S POV A dull throbbing behind my eyes pulled me from the depths of unconsciousness. I groaned, rolling onto my side and burying my face in the pillow. The sudden movement seemed to make me feel more nauseous and I lay still, willing my stomach to settle.Some fragments of memories zipped thr