EMILY’S POVThe burden I'd been carrying for the past day seemed to have reduced on my shoulders because, now, it was out in the open and I'd confronted him.No doubt, the pain was still there, raw and throbbing, but it was accompanied by a fierce sense of liberation. My eyes went to my closet on t
MIA’S POV“Bitch!” I hissed as the call disconnected and I tossed my phone on the hotel bed.“I'll show her a lesson she won't forget.”I paced the room, wondering what to do.Never would I forget that day four years ago when I heard Adam and Emily were getting engaged. He and I only had a small ar
MIA’S POVIt’s been weeks since I dropped my little bombshell on Emily, and nothing changed. I expected her to pack her bags and leave Adam the moment she found out about Adam and me. But no, she was still there, playing house, acting like the perfect little wife.It was infuriating. Didn't she have
AIDEN I heard her sigh deeply. Then, “Thank you so much for coming. I really appreciate this." I gave her a stiff nod, my gaze trained on my daughter. “So,” she began awkwardly. “We’d need to go see the doctor so the process can start immediately." I heaved a breath. Yeah, the process. It was t
AIDEN The pathetic sob sounds I made ceased when I felt her fingers move against my hand. I quickly cleaned the tears on my face and raised my head. Her eyes were wide open as she stared back at me. For a second, I just stared too. Was she really awake or was I seeing what my eyes wanted to see?
ANASTASIA “He's not my daddy,“ I heard Amie say in her defensive tone just as I stepped back into the room. They hadn't noticed my presence so I stood there and watched as Aiden tensed and said nothing. They both seemed to be in a staring competition. Amie's gaze had turned really hostile and Aide
ANASTASIA I stared at Amie, her gaze boring mine as she awaited my response. I had no idea what to say. I couldn't tell him that Aiden wasn't his dad,not anymore. Not after he'd hinted at it. I couldn't tell him that he wasn't her dad then later in the future inform her that the man I'd told her w
ANASTASIA I was exhausted, mostly mentally, by the time I returned home. As I dragged my feet to the door, I made a mental list of the things I had to do. Pack some painting books for Amie… After we tried to reach Dennis and he didn't pick up. Amie had agreed that he might really be busy with wo