SIX YEARS LATER
(Allison's POV) As I stepped out of the airport, a rush of memories flooded back, bringing with them everything I left behind in California six years ago. The sights, sounds, even the scent in the air—it all felt just like yesterday. Nothing had truly changed, yet everything had. California had been my home, a place of both pain and love, and while it was a difficult decision to leave, I knew it had been the right one. Moving away allowed me to heal, to shed old wounds, and to reinvent myself in a way I didn’t think was possible. Now, I was here again, but this time as a successful businesswoman who had risen from the ashes of her past. My journey to success hadn’t been the glamorous kind you see in the movies. It was real, gritty, filled with obstacles that felt insurmountable at times. I had to fight, to push myself harder than I ever thought I could. A small voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Mummy!" My son’s voice, clear and filled with excitement, brought me back to the present. His small feet raced toward me, his face lit up with joy, and in that moment, I saw a reflection of Scott in his blue eyes. My secretary, Bonnie, followed him closely, smiling as she approached us, having just returned from the restroom where Liam insisted on going. "Liam!" I grinned, my heart swelling with happiness. As he reached me, I scooped him up, tickling him gently, and his laughter filled the air, bright and contagious. He was my source of strength, the light in my life that kept me going through the toughest times. Moving to New York all those years ago had been challenging—there were moments when I was consumed by doubts, wondering if I had made the right decision. But each time I thought of the baby growing inside me, I found the resolve to move forward. I wanted to give him a world filled with love and possibilities. Today, that tiny life inside me was now a five-year-old boy with his own thoughts and dreams, a little person with a heart so pure and a spirit so strong. "Mummy, is our new house ready?" Liam asked, his eyes wide with curiosity as he looked up at me. I nodded, ruffling his soft hair with affection. "Yes, it’s all ready for us, and guess what? Aunty Hilda and Uncle Alex are so excited to see you," I replied with a warm smile, watching his face light up. "Yay! Let’s go, Mummy. I want to see Uncle Alex so we can play a game together!" he exclaimed eagerly, referring to my younger brother, whom he adored. During my years in New York, Alex and my Aunt Hilda had been a lifeline for us. They visited often, bringing a piece of home with them every time, and Liam had quickly bonded with Alex. They were inseparable, always finding new games and adventures to share. "Why do I feel like you love Uncle Alex more than me?" I teased, pretending to be hurt, watching as Liam’s face turned serious. "That's not true, Mummy. You’ll always be my favorite person," he replied earnestly, leaning forward to kiss my cheek, his sweetness melting my heart. "And you’ll always be Mummy’s favorite person too," I murmured, kissing his cheek in return. His giggle filled the car as Bonnie helped us load our luggage into the trunk. Soon, we were on our way to the new home I had purchased before coming back to California—a fresh start, in a place that felt familiar and yet different. "Uncle Alex!" Liam shouted the moment we arrived, running into Alex’s open arms. "Let’s play a game! I’m going to win this time!" "Are you sure you don’t want to rest first?" Alex chuckled, his eyes warm as he looked at my son. Alex was in his final year of engineering school, nearly ready to graduate and take on the world himself. "No! I want to play, and I’m going to win this time!" Liam insisted, his face filled with determination. Watching them together brought a smile to my face—Liam, so full of life, and Alex, who had always been a calming presence in our lives. While they discussed their games, Aunt Hilda and I unpacked and started settling into the new house. Bonnie had already left to see her family—she too was originally from California, so this return was a reunion of sorts for her as well. "Are you sure you don’t want to live here with me? I have plenty of rooms," I asked Aunt Hilda, hoping she’d consider it. She gave me a gentle smile, shaking her head. "We’ve been through this, Allison. I can’t leave my home. It’s filled with memories of my late husband," she replied softly. I nodded, understanding her perspective. Aunt Hilda was more than an aunt; she was the mother figure who had taken Alex and me in after our parents passed away. She raised us as her own, filling our lives with love and stability even as she carried her own sorrows. "Don’t worry, dear. I’ll be here all the time to help you settle in," she assured me, and we shared a warm hug. Days passed quickly as we settled back into California life. I enrolled Liam in one of the best schools, and I threw myself into preparing for the official launch of my company. It had always been my dream to own a clothing line, a company that stood for creativity, confidence, and empowerment. To see that dream take form was thrilling. "Everything is ready for the launch, Allison," Bonnie informed me, passing over a few documents for me to sign. Her excitement was contagious, and I knew we were onto something incredible. Later, when it was time to pick Liam up from school, I decided to surprise him with some of his favorite chocolates. I made a quick stop at the store and was browsing through the candy aisle, trying to pick out Liam's chocolate when a familiar voice startled me. "A box of chocolates" I froze. That voice—it was unmistakable, one that had once meant the world to me and later shattered it. I took a step forward, but my feet faltered when I saw Scott paying for a box of chocolates that had just been handed to him. He had a smile on his face, one that reminded me of Liam's whenever I gave him a box of chocolates. Before I could turn on my heels and leave, Scott's eyes met mine, and his smile vanished, replaced by an expression of shock at seeing me again after six long years. The box of chocolates slipped from his hands as he stared at me. "A--Allie?" he muttered under his breath.(Allison's POV) "Allie." A soft shiver ran down my spine as I heard him call me that. It had been six years since he last used that name, and it still sounded so different coming from his lips. I shook my head slightly, reminding myself that this was the man who shattered my heart and nearly ruined me. He stared at me, shock written all over his face. I knew I needed to leave, but as soon as I turned away, Scott rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. His grip was warm—just as it used to be. But I refused to let myself fall for him again. I pulled my hand free. "What do you want?" I asked, feigning ignorance. His jaw dropped slightly, but what did he expect? That I’d fall back into his arms after everything he did to me? "Allie… it’s me, Scott," he said, his voice uncertain, as if I needed reminding who he was—my ex-boyfriend, the man I once loved. "I know it’s you, Scott. But what gives you the right to grab my hand like that?" I replied, my voice sharp. Guilt flickered inside
(Allison's POV) Liam kept grinning at me, waiting for an answer to his question. He was always so eager to know who his dad was, but I always find a way to dodge the topic. I didn’t want to tell Liam about Scott—it would only remind me of the pain he caused and how heartlessly he abandoned me without a second thought. “Is he my daddy?” Liam asked again, his eyes full of hope. My tongue felt tied as I hesitated, still calculating what to say. “Hi, little man, I am your—” “He is not your daddy,” I interrupted Scott sharply. I knew exactly what he was about to say. He’d tell Liam he was his father, forgetting how he never wanted him in the first place. If he had, he wouldn’t have told me to get rid of him when he was still a fetus. Scott shot me a disappointed look, but I glared at him angrily, forcing him to lower his head as the weight of his past words sank in. “I thought he was going to be my daddy. Mommy, when am I going to see my daddy? All my classmates talk about their
(Allison's POV) I came out of Liam's room after he had fallen asleep. He dozed off while I was reading him a storybook. Judging by the cold weather tonight, I bundled him up in a big hoodie. One thing Liam inherited from me was the inability to tolerate cold. "Is Liam asleep already?" Aunt Hilda asked, emerging from the kitchen with a glass of milk. She decided to spend the night at my house after the launch of my clothing line ended. Alex had gone back to school because he needed to prepare for an exam. "Yes, he is," I replied, sitting at the dining table with my arms wrapped around myself for warmth, even though I was wearing a hoodie that practically swallowed me. Aunt Hilda sat in the chair next to me, sipping her milk slowly as she stared at me. "Do you have something to say? You keep staring at me," I asked. "Now that you asked, I'm going to let the cat out of the bag," she said, pausing briefly. "What was Scott doing at your clothing line launch?" she asked suddenly,
(Allison's POV) "Who is he?" Scott asked, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I don't see how that concerns you, Scott," I replied with a sharp tone, narrowing my eyes. Without waiting for his response, I turned and strode towards Stefan, who was eagerly waiting for me. "How have you been, Allison?" Stefan asked, his smile still in place. I nodded in reply before asking. "What brings you to California, Stefan?" "I have a conference meeting to attend here," he explained casually. "And you didn't think to inform me about it?" I asked, feigning annoyance. Stefan flashed a playful smile at me. "I wanted to surprise you. Aren't you surprised to see me?" He asked, a teasing glint in his eyes. I couldn’t help but smile. "Yes, I am." "It’s been a while, Allison. I missed you," Stefan continued, ruffling my hair in a familiar, affectionate gesture. As he did so, I caught the tightness in Scott's expression. I noticed he tensed up as soon as Stefan made the gesture. T
(Allison's POV) "Is he your ex, the one you told me about?" Stefan asked as he drove me to Aunt Hilda's house. Aunt Hilda was the one who picked up Liam from school, so he was at her place. "Allison?" He called my name when I didn't respond. I slowly looked at him and nodded. Though I had once told Stefan about Scott and how he had shattered me, this was the first time they've met. I met Stefan when I was still in New York, and he has been a wonderful friend to me. He is an author of children's books and loves children a lot. We became friends after Liam, who was two years old at the time, became captivated by his book. Liam didn't know how to read, but as long as there were lots of pictures, he'd love it. I still remember how Liam cried, saying he wanted to take one of Stefan's storybooks home, and Stefan offered it to him. He has always been kind and loves Liam like his own son. "Is he giving you a hard time?" Stefan asked, his eyes fixed on me. I shook my head again, resting m
(Scott's POV) "He's my fiancé." Those words echoed in my mind, relentless and maddening. I slammed my fist against the wall of my office, feeling the sting in my knuckles. The punch should have gone to Stefan’s face, for daring to touch what was once mine, but I had to hold myself back. I had no right to act out, and Allison would only be more upset with me, pushing me further away from the woman I still loved, and I wasn’t ready to lose her completely. When she told me she was engaged, I felt a deep pang of doubt and disbelief. But now, seeing her fiancé for the first time, that doubt had turned into a rage so powerful it consumed me. I had always been a jealous lover, and Allison knew this well. Six years ago, I had tried to protect her from every other man who dared to look her way. Her beauty had always attracted attention, and I wasn’t about to let anyone else get close to her. She always avoided their advances out of love for me. I wasn’t a toxic boyfriend, though. I just lov
(Scott's POV) Jenna? What in the world was she doing in my house? How did she even get in? The last time I saw her, was after cheated on me and moved in with another man in London. "Nice house you’ve got here, Scott," Jenna said, her voice dripping with feigned sweetness as she stood up from the couch and walked toward me. "I should've known you'd be successful one day. A mansion, a company—I'm sorry I ever doubted you." She reached out to touch me, but I immediately stepped back, brushing her hand off with a sharp motion. "How did you get in here?" I asked, my voice edged with anger. Jenna smiled, unfazed by my tone. "The maids let me in... I told them I was your girlfriend, and they let me in," she said, flashing a smile at me, trying to act all sweet. "Girlfriend?" I repeated, incredulous. "Have you lost your mind?" "No," she replied, her expression softening. "I know I messed up by cheating on you. But now, I realize my mistake. You're a good man, Scott, and I shouldn't hav
(Allison's POV) I slowly turned to look at Scott after he said he had a reason for breaking up with me six years ago. Curiosity and confusion were etched on my face as I stared at him, waiting for him to explain. “What was your reason for breaking up with me?” I asked, my voice trembling slightly as he remained silent, just staring at me. Scott exhaled deeply, like he was preparing himself before speaking to me. “I had to move to London,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “My father... he promised to sponsor my dreams if I leave.” “So you asked me to abort Liam just because you wanted to go to London?” I asked, struggling to make sense of his words. “Allie, I—” He took a step forward, but stopped when I instinctively took a step back. “I just asked a question, Scott, and I need an answer,” I said firmly, but there was a weight in my chest that made my words crack. “I was so confused back then, Allie. I know I never told you about my family, but I wasn’t accepted by my
(Scott's POV) I stared at Allison, clearly not understanding what she was saying. Why would she think I had been seeing Jenna when I was trying my best to win her heart back? "What are you saying, Allie?" I asked, hoping to get a hint of her sudden accusation. "Don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about, Scott!" she spat. "I was at work today when Jenna called, saying she was at my doorstep. When I went home, she said you were the one who told her where I live and that you both are still on speaking terms. Didn't you tell me countless times that she isn't your girlfriend and that you have nothing to do with her?!" she fumed. "You're mistaken, Allie. I don't know how you and Jenna got this far, but whatever she told you are bunch of lies. I don’t answer her calls or texts. We don’t talk, and I haven’t met up with her," I said, trying to explain myself, even though I hadn't done any of the things she was accusing me of. "She was the woman you left me for. The wo
(Allison's POV) I sighed for the fifth time as Bonnie kept talking on and on about Peter. She knew I wasn’t the best counselor when it came to relationships, but she still had to come to me. “I mean, why can’t he just have sex with me?” she asked, then gasped. “What if he’s cheating on me?” “You shouldn’t jump to conclusions yet, Bonnie. Peter seems like a cool guy. He can’t possibly be cheating on you,” I said. “Then why does he always avoid intimacy with me?” “Maybe he just wants to take things slowly. Not every guy is after sex, you know?” I advised. “This isn’t a movie, Allison. Peter and I have been together for more than two months now, and all we’ve done so far is hold hands and make out. It’s as if he doesn’t want to go beyond that, and it’s really frustrating,” Bonnie huffed. “You need to take a chill pill, okay?” “I can’t do that. I love having sex,” she stated. I chuckled and threw a pen at her. Bonnie caught it with a laugh. “But seriously, I wish he wo
(Writer's POV) Bonnie let out a deep sigh when Peter halted his car in the garage. He tried to step out, but Bonnie held his hand. "I'm really nervous about meeting your mom. What if she doesn't like me? What if she throws me out?" Bonnie asked, her voice strained with fear. Peter looked at her and burst into laughter. "What's so funny?!" she snarled. "Because you're hilarious when you're scared," he cupped her face. "Is this your first time visiting your boyfriend's family?" he asked. Bonnie nodded, pouting her lips. "I told you, I have never been in a serious relationship. I always end things after a month, but you're different. That's why I'm so nervous to meet your mom. I want to make a good impression, but I don’t know how." Peter smiled and caressed her face. "There's no need to make an impression, Bonnie. My mom is really nice. She's the women's leader in the Catholic church she attends, so she doesn't welcome hatred." "That makes it even worse. She's a church p
(Allison's POV) It's been over a week since I moved in with Liam at Scott's house. Although Scott always tries to talk to me, I avoid him and only speak to him when Liam is present. Liam has been a cheerful kid ever since we started living with Scott. Although Aunt Hilda wasn't happy with the arrangement, she complied for Liam's sake. As a mother, I would go to any length for my son. I don’t know if other mothers feel the same way, but my son's happiness always comes first. I parked my car in the lot when I arrived at Alex's school. It’s been a week, but I haven't heard from my brother. He is also unaware of everything that has been happening. Aunt Hilda and I have texted and called him multiple times, but he hasn’t responded or answered our calls. Getting out of my car, I scanned the school, unsure of which direction to take. The campus was huge, with several departments. I knew Alex was an engineering student, but I had no idea where his department was. Looking around for s
(Allison's POV) We arrived at Anna's mom's house. We were welcomed in, and she took us to her daughter's room, where I found Liam sitting on the bed, watching cartoons with Anna, a smile on his face. "Liam," I muttered his name. His eyes met mine, and the smile on his face faded. I rushed toward him while Scott remained at the door—too embarrassed to face his son. "Liam, why did you leave the house like that? Do you know how worried I was?" I asked. Liam's eyes shifted from me to Scott, who was speechless. "Anna, let's give them some time to talk," her mom said, signaling her to come with her. "But it's my room. Why should I leave?" Anna pouted. Her mom gave her a scolding glare, and she complied, leaving with her. "Let's go home, Liam," I smiled at him, but his eyes remained on Scott, expecting him to say something, but he kept silent. "Aren't you going to say something?" I asked Scott, growing impatient. Scott fully entered the room and slowly walked up to Liam, hi
(Scott's POV) Aunt Hilda's words kept replaying in my head over and over again, and the more they did, the guilt weighed heavier on me. Allison had almost lost her life because of me, and Liam had nearly lost his too—all because I wasn't there when he needed me the most. What kind of father am I? I cursed myself a thousand times. The least I could have done six years ago, after breaking up with Allison, was to secretly keep in touch with her. But instead, I abandoned her completely without even trying to find out how she was doing or where she had relocated. If I had, I would have known about Liam's condition and how desperately he needed a blood transfusion from his father. "I'm such a despicable person," I muttered, cursing myself again as I repeatedly banged the back of my head against the wall, letting my tears flow freely. They have every reason to hate me. I brought nothing but pain into their lives after all the promises I made. Allison—my precious Allie. It must ha
(Writer's POV) "Mummy, can we make a stop and get candies?" Anna's tiny voice lit up with excitement as her eyes glittered at the candy store. "No, you can't, Anna," her mom replied as she waited for the traffic signal to turn green. "But why not, Mummy?" Anna asked with a frown. "Didn't you just visit the dentist last week? Your intake of sugary things is too much. You need to take a break from candies if you want to grow nice teeth, okay?" her mom smiled at her. "Okay, Mummy," she uttered with a small frown before resting her head against the armrest of the car. But her brows furrowed in surprise when she saw Liam walking alone on the street. "Liam? Why is he walking all alone?" "Who is that, Anna?" her mom asked. "He's my classmate from school," Anna replied, pointing in the direction where Liam was walking. "Why is he walking alone on the street? Is he an orphan?" "No, Mummy. Liam tells me a lot about his Mummy and a little bit about his Daddy," Anna answered. "
(Allison's POV) “Mummy, is everything Aunt Hilda said true?” Liam asked again, his tears falling even more. My heart ached, and I didn’t know how I was going to tell him. Everything was happening too fast—my family finding out the truth to Stefan, and now Liam. I never wanted Liam to find out about any of this, but I couldn’t blame my aunt. She just had to pour out her emotions so Scott could understand why she hated him so much. “Liam...” I began, but Liam rushed back into the room before I could even say a word, and my heart broke even more. “Should I talk to him?” Aunt Hilda offered, stirred with guilt because Liam had found out what happened six years ago because of her. “No. I should be the one to talk to him,” I said, sniffling. “Should I come with you?” Stefan asked, and I shook my head. I went into the room and found Liam on the floor, his head buried in his thighs as he cried. He might only be five years old, but he is very sensitive, and little things hurt him. “Liam,
( Allison's POV) "Please, Allie... love me back again," he sniffed, tears streaming down his face as his arms wrapped around me. His tears soaked my blouse, and I could feel them on my skin. He was crying because of me. Scott was begging me to love him again. I felt my heart ache at his plea. I was almost tempted to hug him back, but I remembered that I still hadn’t gained forgiveness from my family for lying to them. I pushed him away and wiped my tears before he could see them. "Please leave, Scott, and stop making it difficult for me." Just as I finished speaking, Aunt Hilda entered the house, and my heart sank in fear upon seeing her. "What the heck are you doing here?!" she demanded loudly on seeing Scott. "Good afternoon, Aunt," Scott greeted, attempting to step closer to her. He stopped midway when Aunt Hilda took a step back, her eyes filled with hatred. "Keep your greetings to yourself and answer my question. What are you doing here?!" She shouted, her eyes narrowin