The jerk was messing with me.Refusing to let him win, I kept chewing, swallowing with dramatic flair.Then, smirking, I raised a hand and used one finger to tip his chin up. Leaning in close, I murmured, "I've already done that with you—does it really matter?"Xander's eyes darkened, but before he could react, I pulled back, spun around, and dodged toward the bathroom to wash my hands.He'd ruined a perfectly good meal with that jab.Even so, it wasn't the same kind of sour feeling I got when dealing with Wayne. Thinking of Wayne brought back the memory of his behavior last night, and I felt a wave of disgust creep over me.Things between us were going to be painfully awkward now. I couldn't keep using him for information either; the risk of him flipping the game on me was too high. If I kept pushing, I'd lose control before I could get what I needed.And then there was Xander. Wayne wouldn't just let him off the hook—not after last night. Xander had disrupted his plans and bru
That was a good question.Honestly, I wanted to hear him say it, too.Even though I knew he was Hayden, even though I was sure down to my core, I still longed for him to admit it out loud. Just one word from him would change everything.Xander glanced at me, his eyes locking onto mine for a beat before he replied to Cole. "I'm just myself. You should already have all the answers about my identity, shouldn't you?"Cole chuckled, twice. "Well, good luck with that."Then the line went dead.Xander went right back to his breakfast like nothing had happened. Meanwhile, I could barely touch mine."Why aren't you eating? It's going to get cold," he said casually, like the phone call hadn't just thrown a massive warning in his face."Cole was warning you," I said, my chest tightening. "He's trying to tell you you're in trouble."Xander didn't even blink. "I know.""And you're not scared?" I asked, anxiety creeping up my spine in his place.He picked up a napkin, folding it neatly. "
Just when I thought he was going to take one of the rings off—maybe to give it back to me as some kind of answer—he surprised me."But they look good on you. Unique, too," he said, letting go of my hand.I blinked, stunned by his reaction, before a small laugh slipped out.He still wouldn't admit it.I understood why he might hide his identity. It was probably for his safety, a way to protect himself. But why couldn't he be honest with me? Did he not trust me? Or was he trying to protect me, too?It didn't really matter. As long as I knew who he was, that was enough."If you're free today, come with me to see someone," I said, recalling my promise to Yuna. "You know, I need you to pretend to be Hayden."He didn't hesitate. "Alright," he agreed easily.Then he gestured toward my untouched breakfast. "Hurry up and eat."I smiled faintly, digging in. He'd gone out of his way to make this, and it was exactly how I liked it. Skipping it wasn't an option—especially since I'd barely
I got what Xander meant—if I wanted to see Demi, tonight was my chance.When we reached the preschool, Yuna was outside, leading games with the kids. The scene was pure magic—laughter, joy, no stress, just living in the moment. Honestly, preschool might be the happiest time in life.Xander and I stayed back, watching quietly. But kids being kids, their curiosity soon turned to us—especially Xander. One cheeky kid called out to Yuna, "Miss Hart, is that your new boyfriend?"Leave it to kids to say whatever's on their minds.Yuna laughed, shaking her head. "He's not my boyfriend. He's my brother."The kid didn't buy it, rallying the others to chant, "Boyfriend! Boyfriend!"Yuna sighed, trying to laugh it off as Xander and I stepped forward with the gifts we brought. That shut them up—mostly. One bold kid still grinned and said, "Thanks, boyfriend!""These little brats are too much," Yuna joked, walking over to us, her smile lighting up her face.Then her gaze landed on Xander. My
The promise of more gifts had the kids scattering like a flock of birds, rushing toward him with hands outstretched. Their boldness made it clear—Wade was no stranger here.I sat up, smoothing my hair, still messy from the kids' ambush, and wiped my face, damp with their kisses.Wade approached, handing me a tissue. "These kids can be a handful.""They are, but they're adorable," I said with a smile. "Being around them makes you feel young again."My gaze drifted to where Xander and Yuna stood a little ways off, deep in conversation."Sometimes they drive you crazy," Wade said lightly. "They've brought Yuna to tears more than once."I turned to him, catching the shift in his tone. His eyes flickered with guilt before he quickly looked away.I knew what he was trying to avoid, but I couldn't help but ask, "Have you figured out how you feel about Yuna yet?""Yuna isn't Narelle," he said firmly, dodging the question.I got the message. He wanted it clear—he didn't conflate Yuna w
They say fixing relationships is better than breaking them, but here I was, playing the villain.I'd had the same conversation with Wade so many times I'd lost count. If he couldn't figure out his feelings for Yuna by now, it was clear—he didn't love her.Dragging this out would only hurt her more. It was better to push him to let her go."What are you saying? That I should leave Yuna?" Wade asked, confusion written all over his face.I paused, choosing my words carefully. "That's exactly what I'm saying. Step back, give yourself space. Then you'll know who you miss and who you actually love."Wade's eyes drifted to Yuna, standing not far away. "She... relies on me a lot. If I don't message her, or if I text her less, she overthinks things."Exactly. A girl in love doesn't just want attention—she craves being part of someone's life completely."And that's why you have to do this," I said bluntly.Wade lowered his head, silent. I leaned in. "So, what is it? Are you unwilling to
Xander kept that stone-cold poker face, and honestly? I was over it. I grabbed my phone and started scrolling, pretending not to care."You really pull guys in, huh?" he said out of nowhere.I glanced up, raising a brow. "Obviously. I'm a total catch. Everyone's obsessed with me."I smirked. "What's the problem? Wade getting too much of my attention for your liking?"He sipped his water, cool as ever. "No."Yeah, okay. Sure, Jan.I was ready to roll my eyes and move on when he hit me with: "You only love Hayden."Yikes. Cue the most awkward silence ever.I almost laughed. Like, really? The guy was walking around all smug thinking I was still hooked on him?Spoiler: not completely wrong. I mean, I still had the ring he gave me and this bracelet with the dumb little bell charm.The bell jingled softly when I flicked it, breaking the tension. "Yeah, you're right—I do love him," I said, voice light. "But let's be real, how sustainable is that? Loving someone you can't even touch?
Yuna's phone was on the ground.Her eyes trembled as she tried to make sense of it all. Yeah, she'd heard everything."Yuna," I called softly, stepping closer.But she wasn't looking at me. Her glare locked onto Wade. "What did you mean about my heart?"Wade froze, lips pressed tight.I jumped in, "Yuna—""Don't!" Her voice cut through me like glass—sharp, defensive, and totally out of character.She didn't want my comfort. Only Wade's answer. And from her face, she'd already guessed the truth.Wade finally moved, giving me this awkward, apologetic glance. "You should go. Let me talk to her."I knew he was right, but leaving felt wrong. So I stepped off the balcony but stayed just out of sight, leaning against the wall, eavesdropping like my life depended on it."My heart..." Yuna's voice cracked. "Whose is it? Is it... your ex's?"Oof. There it was. The bombshell.Yuna might've been new to love, but she wasn't clueless. Sure, she'd never dated before Wade, but those romanc
"I'm just amazed that pregnancy has made you smarter. Most people say pregnancy makes women forgetful for three years," Hayden teased Keira with a rare grin. Keira gave him a gentle kick. "Did Aaron ask you to pass on his thoughts?" "No, it's just what I think," Hayden replied earnestly. He would never lie to her. Keira sighed softly. "Love between two people isn’t something outsiders can meddle with. But maybe Aaron’s actions today will help Lena realize what’s in her heart." "Let’s wait and see," Hayden said, finishing the massage before applying lotion and stretch mark cream to Keira's belly. "Baby, give Dad a little kick," Hayden said, stroking her belly. Right after he spoke, the baby really did kick. Keira couldn’t help but laugh; this little one was so obedient to their dad. "Just a few kicks, alright? Mommy needs to sleep, so don’t bother her," Hayden instructed. The baby obediently kicked a few more times before settling down. Keira was curious. "I think our ba
Keira stared at the messages Lena had just sent her. She could sense something was up, so she immediately called her, but Lena declined the call. Instead, she replied with another message: [I’m at my grandparents’ house, and my mother is here too.] Keira had no choice but to keep texting her: [Did Aaron upset you today?] Lena sent Keira a string of ellipses. That endless row of dots made her even more curious. [What happened exactly?] Keira pressed. Lena replied: [He brought his girlfriend home today.] After sending that message, she also sent Keira a screenshot of a payment receipt and added: [Spot the highlight.] Keira zoomed in on the image and finally noticed the note: Name Change Fee. [Wow, how generous! 600,000 dollars just for a name change fee. What did you call her to make it worth that much?] Keira was shocked. Lena then sent Keira a voice message, explaining the situation in detail. At the end, she added: [He used to tell me how long he’d liked me, but now he’s
"Aaron, I want to add Lena on WhatsApp." Xandra actually asked Aaron, gently tugging on his sleeve with a delicate and endearing expression that made her look pitifully lovable. Aaron glanced at her, his gaze filled with a warmth Lena was all too familiar with. Once upon a time, he had looked at her the same way. Now, he could look at other women like that. So, never believe a man when he says things like, I've liked you for years. "If you want to add her, then add her," Aaron's approval made Xandra look at him with delight. Lena, however, truly didn’t want to add her. She and Xandra weren’t close, and they likely wouldn’t ever be. Lena didn’t enjoy socializing with strangers, so she smiled faintly. "Aren’t you afraid I might tell her something about you, Uncle Aaron?" Aaron’s gaze turned cold and distant, his voice calm. "There’s nothing about me that Xandy can’t know." Ha! Lena sneered inwardly. If that were the case, why had he just warned her earlier? Double stand
Under the table, Lena felt her mother's foot nudge her—a clear signal: Let Xandra win. Lena gritted her teeth. Why was everyone fawning over a girlfriend who hadn’t even officially joined the family? Annoyed, she huffed inwardly. The more you tell me to lose, the harder I’ll fight to win. The game began, and Lena’s starting hand was exceptional—practically a heavenly draw. She was only one card away from winning while the others still struggled with mismatched cards. It seemed like an easy victory was in the cards for her. But then, as if under a spell, her luck took a sharp turn. None of the cards she needed showed up. Worse, every time she reached for a card, Xandra would intercept it with a call, blocking her progress entirely. As the rounds continued, even her mother, Briana, reached a ready hand, while Lena was still stuck with the same cards she started with. Soon, her grandmother joined the fray, and eventually, even Xandra declared readiness. Three players were now
Lena’s heart fluttered in panic. Why was he standing here? Had he overheard what she’d said earlier? There was no use regretting it now. She could only pretend he hadn’t heard anything and called out, trying to sound natural, “Uncle!” She had just given herself a pep talk in the bathroom, but seeing him standing so close now, her heartbeat still faltered. Aaron’s deep, starry eyes fixed on her. “Xandy is very simple and innocent. She doesn’t take well to certain things. I trust you understand what I mean?” Lena’s chaotic heartbeats suddenly settled. So this was why he had waited for her—to make sure she wouldn’t tell Xandra about his past feelings for her. A strange, sharp pain twisted in her chest, so intense it stole her breath for a moment. Clenching her fist by her side, she pinched herself hard to suppress the ache and avoid showing any emotion. “What ‘certain things’ are you referring to, Uncle? I don’t believe there’s anything you’ve shared with me that’s worth m
“Come here,” Deborah called, motioning for Lena to approach. She introduced her to Xandra with a cheerful smile. “The two of you may be the same age, but from now on, you must properly call her your aunt. Understand?” Xandra’s face flushed red. “There’s no need for that. Just call me Xandy.” Nervously, she tugged at Aaron’s sleeve. He glanced at her before responding calmly, “Our family values etiquette. Generational hierarchy matters.” Etiquette? Wasn’t this just a ploy to make her call Xandra “Aunt”? Was he in such a rush to give her a title to avoid any misunderstandings? Whether it was to clarify things for Xandra or to distance himself from her, Lena couldn’t help but feel a petty frustration bubbling up. Fine. If Aaron wanted her to say it, she would. “Aunt Xandra,” Lena said, her tone neutral but deliberate. Xandra’s face turned even redder. “No, really, you can just call me Xandy.” “I should call you that, and it’s not for free. As my elder, you owe me a red e
“Mr. Ace, why the sudden preference for plain water?” Elaine asked as she poured a glass. “It’s not for me. It’s for Xandy,” Aaron replied, his eyes flicking toward Lena, who kept her head down, still rinsing the same tomato. Elaine chuckled. “Your girlfriend is very pretty. She seems like a sweet and kind young lady. I bet your parents can finally relax now.” “Mm, everyone can be at ease,” Aaron replied, his tone carrying a subtle undertone. Lena didn’t lift her head, but she heard the implication clearly. “Not just at ease—happy too,” Elaine said as she handed him the glass of water. Taking it, Aaron thanked her. “Thank you, Elaine.” Then he left the kitchen. Elaine watched him go, sighing wistfully. “His parents have been waiting for this day for so long.” Turning back, she noticed Lena was still rinsing the same tomato—again. Elaine reached over and turned off the faucet. “Miss Lena, if you keep washing that tomato, it’s going to lose all its skin,” she teased.
"Do I need to change my shoes?" A gentle female voice came from the doorway. Lena thought she must be hearing things. She snapped her head up, and her eyes landed on a tall girl in casual attire standing by the entrance. Next to her was Aaron, dressed in a dark coat. They hadn’t looked into the house yet, as the entryway was positioned just out of sight from the main living area. However, from her spot on the sofa, Lena had a clear view of them. “No won't be necessary. My parents don’t wear slippers at home,” Aaron explained patiently. Lena felt as if she were frozen in place, her mind going blank as she stared at the two of them. Hearing the commotion, Briana walked out from the kitchen, and she, too, stopped in her tracks. It was rare—unheard of, even—for Aaron to bring a girl home. The implications were obvious. “Sister,” Aaron greeted Briana first, then introduced the girl beside him. “This is my friend.” Briana nodded quickly, her surprise evident. “Hello!” The g
The weekend had arrived, coinciding with the end of the year. The timing couldn’t have been more fitting—or more ominous. At the hospital, Lena’s colleagues were busy making plans for New Year’s Eve celebrations, but she sat at her desk, preoccupied with how to get through the weekend. Tomorrow, Aaron was going to formally announce his decision to sever ties with the Ace family. Even though she had tried to comfort her grandparents and they seemed to accept it, she feared the actual impact would be far greater than any preparation could soften. “Dr. Lane, any plans for tomorrow? Join us!” someone invited her. Lena snapped out of her thoughts. “No, I’ll be at home with my grandparents.” She’d even be taking an emergency kit, just in case her grandparents couldn’t handle the shock. Her mother, Briana, had been equally anxious, sending multiple reminders throughout the day to ensure Lena would go to the Ace house right after work. The last time she visited, she’d managed to