(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) 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
(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’m pregnant.” Those were the words I had rehearsed in my mind over and over again as I anxiously waited for Scott to arrive at the coffee shop where I’d asked him to meet me. Scott and I had been together for two years now. He wasn’t just my boyfriend—he was my best friend, my lover, my greatest support. He’d always showered me with affection, making me feel like I was the only woman in the world. It was one of the things I loved most about him. That’s why I was so beyond excited to share the news of my pregnancy with him. I knew he’d be thrilled. He has to be. And maybe, just maybe, he’d finally put a ring on my finger. The thought of marrying Scott and waking up beside him every morning, seeing his handsome face—his chiseled jaw, and striking blue eyes,—had always felt like a dream come true. I loved him deeply, and I’d always believed he loved me just as much.“Allie.”His voice—deep, familiar, and steady—broke into my thoughts, snapping me back to reality. My he
(Allison's POV) For a few minutes, I just stared at Scott, unable to believe those words actually came out of his mouth. Was this really the same man who once promised to love me for eternity? Tears blurred my vision, streaking down my face and washing away my carefully applied makeup. My heart ached as if it had been pierced with a knife, but I clung to the hope that this was just some cruel joke. Surely, the man who’d once showered me with so much love couldn’t say something so heartless. “Tell me you’re joking, Scott,” I whispered, my voice breaking as I struggled to hold back sobs. My words seemed to catch the attention of other customers in the coffee shop. Heads turned, eyes watching, but I didn’t care. None of it mattered—not the stares, not the murmurs. All I wanted was for Scott to tell me that what he just said wasn’t true.For a moment, I saw something flicker in his eyes, a hint of guilt, maybe. But just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished, leaving only the cold, indi
(Scott's POV) As I watched Allison walk away through the window, heartbroken and scattered, a pang of guilt suffocated me. I had broken her so deeply after promising never to leave her side. The memory of her tear-streaked face haunted me, and I couldn’t shake off the weight of my betrayal. The woman I love was carrying my child. That should’ve been something to celebrate, something to cherish. I wanted to rush to her, pull her into my arms, spin her around, and kiss her as I begged her to marry me. But I couldn’t. I had made a choice—a selfish choice. If my father discovered I got a woman pregnant, the opportunity he reluctantly gave to me would be gone in an instant. My father hated me. To him, I was nothing more than a mistake—a product of his one-night stand with my late mother, who died giving birth to me. He never saw me as his son, and I grew up believing love was a weakness, something I didn’t need. But that changed the day I met Allison. She showed me what it meant to love
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 b
(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
(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