(Writer's POV) Skye's eyes widened in shock as Alex kissed her. She hadn't seen it coming—not after how he had rejected her. She got her thoughts straight, and just when she was about to kiss him back, Alex broke the kiss. Realizing what he had just done, he ran his hands through his hair. "Why did you kiss me, Alex?" Skye asked with a smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kiss you, Skye. I'm so sorry," he apologized, and the smile on her face turned into sadness. "What do you mean you didn't mean to kiss me? You kissed me out of the blue, so what the heck are you saying, Alex?" Skye asked, her voice strained. She thought the kiss meant something to Alex. She had hoped maybe he was finally starting to like her and that was why he kissed her—only for her hopes to be crushed by his apology. "I wasn't thinking when I kissed you." "I still don't understand you, Alex." "I'm sorry, Skye. I shouldn't have kissed you out of the blue. I just had a misunderstanding with the woman I love,
(Writer's POV) Gwen angrily walked into Hugo's study room and dropped a letter for him on the table. "What's this?" he asked. "It's a letter from the court. Scott is pushing through with the case. If Jason is taken to court, we're going to lose because all the evidence about what he did is on Clara's body. We need to do something about this, Hugo!" Gwen said loudly. "I'm trying." "No, you're not! If you're trying like you said, my son wouldn't still be in jail! He's crying every day. My son has lost so much weight! This is all your fault! If you hadn't had a one-night stand with a woman, Scott wouldn't have come into existence!" she spat. "Can you stop? It's already in the past. I don't acknowledge him as my son. Isn't that enough for you?" Hugo questioned. "No! It's not enough for me, Hugo! All I want is for you to get my son out of jail and make sure he doesn't appear in court. Speak sense into Scott, make him do what you want! You've always been good at that!" "That was six
(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
(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
(Writer's POV) Gwen angrily walked into Hugo's study room and dropped a letter for him on the table. "What's this?" he asked. "It's a letter from the court. Scott is pushing through with the case. If Jason is taken to court, we're going to lose because all the evidence about what he did is on Clara's body. We need to do something about this, Hugo!" Gwen said loudly. "I'm trying." "No, you're not! If you're trying like you said, my son wouldn't still be in jail! He's crying every day. My son has lost so much weight! This is all your fault! If you hadn't had a one-night stand with a woman, Scott wouldn't have come into existence!" she spat. "Can you stop? It's already in the past. I don't acknowledge him as my son. Isn't that enough for you?" Hugo questioned. "No! It's not enough for me, Hugo! All I want is for you to get my son out of jail and make sure he doesn't appear in court. Speak sense into Scott, make him do what you want! You've always been good at that!" "That was six
(Writer's POV) Skye's eyes widened in shock as Alex kissed her. She hadn't seen it coming—not after how he had rejected her. She got her thoughts straight, and just when she was about to kiss him back, Alex broke the kiss. Realizing what he had just done, he ran his hands through his hair. "Why did you kiss me, Alex?" Skye asked with a smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kiss you, Skye. I'm so sorry," he apologized, and the smile on her face turned into sadness. "What do you mean you didn't mean to kiss me? You kissed me out of the blue, so what the heck are you saying, Alex?" Skye asked, her voice strained. She thought the kiss meant something to Alex. She had hoped maybe he was finally starting to like her and that was why he kissed her—only for her hopes to be crushed by his apology. "I wasn't thinking when I kissed you." "I still don't understand you, Alex." "I'm sorry, Skye. I shouldn't have kissed you out of the blue. I just had a misunderstanding with the woman I love,
(Writer's POV) Alex pushed his luggage into the condo with a smile on his face. He had just moved into the condo he rented. It was a small apartment, but it was enough since he'd be the only one living in it. "It just needs a little fixing, and it will be perfect," he smiled to himself. Just when he was about to get to work, the doorbell rang. "Is Allison here already?" he muttered, then went to open the door. To his surprise, it turned out to be Bonnie. "Congratulations, Alex!" she exclaimed, spraying confetti on him. "Bonnie? What are you doing here?" he asked, surprised to see her at his doorstep. "Can you let me in first?" she grinned. Alex moved aside so she could enter. "Whoa! The apartment looks nice," Bonnie complimented, her eyes moving around. "You're already inside. Can you answer my question? Allison was supposed to be here." "I know. But she had a lot of work at the company, so she’s taking care of it. I volunteered to come help you settle in," Bonnie
(Scott's POV) "What happened?" Allison asked when I approached her with a frown on my face. "It's nothing," I replied, forcing out a smile. "I don't believe there's nothing, Scott. I know when you're faking a smile and when you're truly smiling," she stated. "You know me so well, Allie," I said in a voice that was barely above a whisper. "Yeah, I do. I don't want to say this, but..." she hesitated before continuing. "You used to be my boyfriend." I smiled at her words. Once I gained her family's forgiveness, being her boyfriend would be a thing of the past because I was going to marry her ASAP. "So what happened in here?" she pressed on. "Nothing much. It's just Jason being annoying," I said, leaving out the part where he had threatened to endanger her life. I didn’t want her to feel unsafe. I didn't just have a family that didn't love me, I also had a messed-up family. "You shouldn't let him get to you, Scott," she said, tapping my shoulder with a smile, though sh
(Scott's POV) For the very first time, Allison and I finally got to talk properly. I hope she understands me after explaining myself to her last night. I know my actions weren’t justified, but I hope she sees things from my point of view. Cutting ties in California was the only option I had to make it in life. I came out of my room and went downstairs. A smile surged through me when I saw Allison feeding Liam. He was ready for school. "Come on Liam, you need to eat some more," she pleaded. "I don't want to eat, Mummy," Liam shook his head. "You just ate two spoons of macaroni. How can you be full?" she pouted, making me smile. "I don't want to eat, Mummy," Liam repeated, shaking his head again. "Liam, you should eat, or your Mummy will get sad," I said, making my presence known. "Daddy!" Liam exclaimed excitedly. He jumped down from the chair and rushed toward me. I scooped him up from the ground. "Good morning, Daddy," he grinned. "How was your night?" I asked
(Allison's POV) "What happened at the hospital?" I asked Scott, offering him a glass of water. He accepted it but didn't drink much from it. He was sitting in the dining room, so I sat two chairs away from him, staring at his wet eyes. I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried about him. "What happened? Did something happen to any of your family members?" I asked. I didn't know any of his family members because Scott had been discreet about it even while we were dating. "I don't want to talk about it, Allie," he sniffled. "And you think I'd just accept it like that? You came home looking sad. You don't expect me to keep silent about it." "Where's Liam?" he asked. "He's already sleeping. But don't try to change the topic, Scott. What happened? You know me—I won't stop asking until you give me answers," I demanded, and he smiled warmly at me. "Of course, I know you, Allie. I dated you, remember? You've always been persistent," he smiled again, those dimples of his ap
(Scott's POV) "Are you alright?" I asked Peter, who wouldn't stop glancing at his phone with a sad face. "Yeah... I'm fine. Why do you ask?" he stuttered. "Your eyes have been on your phone, and it looks like you're on the brink of crying. Are you and Bonnie having misunderstandings?" I questioned again, remembering the couple of times Allison and I had a little misunderstanding during our dating era. She might have been the clingy type of girlfriend, but when it came to keeping malice, she was very good at it. So I was always the one who took the first step to apologize to her, whether I was wrong or not. "Not at all, boss. Bonnie and I are cool," he responded, returning to his phone. "You love Bonnie, right?" I asked, and he gave me a questionable look. "Why do you ask, boss?" I stared at him, recalling when I met him with a man he introduced to me as his friend. The man had kissed him, and the way they interacted didn't seem like they were just friends. It had bee
(Writer's POV) Music echoed loudly in the background as Jason partied like it was the last day of his life. He was drinking and smoking nonstop while rocking on the butts of two women who kept him entertained. He had just hosted a party and had invited his friends, who were just like him. They tended to lavish their money on women and parties since they weren't the ones who had to work hard for it. "You're the real deal, Jason Stiles!" his friends showered him with praises as he threw money into the air like he was pouring champagne. He was in his late thirties, but he still hadn't learned to think for himself because his mother always supported him, even when he was in the wrong. Reasonable men his age had already started families of their own and built businesses, but that life wasn't for Jason. He preferred wasting money on women and hosting parties. He believed that he didn't need to work since he was the eldest son of the Stiles family and the favorite son of Hugo Sti
(Allison's POV) "What! You're getting your own condo?" I asked, my eyes widening in surprise after Alex declared his decision to me. His graduation was a huge success, and he was thrilled with the surprise we gave him. Scott had attended, but Alex and Aunt Hilda didn't pay much attention to him, though they acknowledged him a little because Liam had been present. "Yes, sis. I've been planning this for a long time—to get my own condo after graduation," Alex replied. "Where did you get the money to rent a condo?" I asked again. "I had a lot of part-time jobs while I was still in school. My savings are enough to rent a small apartment." "You were working part-time behind my back? I told you to focus on school, not get a job!" I scolded. "It's all in the past now, sis. Besides, my part-time jobs didn't affect my studies. I graduated with a first-class upper, remember?" he remarked. "Even so, Alex, if I had known you were working while studying, I wouldn't have allowed it.