PRISCILLA’S POV Brent opens the door to a room and I enter, the sense of foreboding not leaving my chest. I take a deep breath and look around the room trying to ground myself and realize that this giant room that could pass as a suite is a bar??? I follow Brent with my eyes as he takes a seat at the bar table and opens a bottle of wine. I take another deep breath since the previous one didn’t do anything and go and meet him, the bottle of wine bringing unwanted memories to my mind. We had met for the first time at a bar and after that, everything had gone downhill seemingly. I couldn’t believe he would think us taking alcohol right now could even be considered. “I’m not drinking with you.” I called harshly and sat down. The earlier we talked, the earlier I could go and meet my babies. Brent glanced at me emotionlessly. “There’s no alcohol in this wine and I remember you don’t like drinking soda when it’s late.” I scoffed internally. That was years ago. While struggling to make s
BRENT'S POVThat sounded like the best solution outside of suing her and making her understand how it must feel to miss out on your children's life. “What are you here for?” I asked, ignoring her pale face.“In New York? I have a meeting with some investors.” She replied in a shaky voice and paled even further as she realized her word slip.“I don't care that you picked your life back or have a meeting with investors so you can stop looking like I'm trying to ruin your life.” I responded harshly, a little insulted by her scared look.Priscilla nodded. “I'll move back but I will need a few weeks to pack up and settle our lives before we'll be ready to move.”I narrowed my eyes, she sounded genuine but I wasn't sure I could believe that. “You'll forgive me if I find it difficult to believe your word given that a cheater is no different from a liar but I'll need to be more involved in your move. I looked for you and couldn't find you so it's reasonable that I fear that you'll disappear
PRISCILLA’S POVI dropped the dress I was folding and dragged Aiden from where he was scattering the clothes I’d already folded. “Will you stop that? Please.” I added since I knew he was doing it because he was in pain.Avery glared at me and dragged Aiden towards her. “We don’t want to go. What of our teacher? And our friends?” She ended in a wail which almost made me smile, but I kept it in. I didn’t want them thinking I was making fun of them.Here in California, they had friends from school as well as a large area to play and have fun with each other and their brief stay in New York only had them staring out of the city in a car and through the hotel window which didn’t help since we were on the twelfth floor, and they were convinced they would be miserable in New York.I squatted until I was eye level with my babies and grabbed their hands. “We have to move to New York because mummy’s new office will be there.” I hadn’t told them about their father, and they had eventually stoppe
PRISCILLA’S POVI kissed Avery as her eyes closed and she settled into sleep and turned to her twin brother who was staring at me in expectation.I rubbed my nose against his and snuggled him closer to me. This wasn't their first rodeo on an airplane as I'd had to travel for so many work meetings and the only person I could trust to take care of my babies also had problems of her own and wasn't in the situation to take care of mine in addition.“Are you ready?” I asked Aiden whose eyes were already lit up in excitement and he nodded.I smiled and picked up the book we'd started reading earlier that week. Aiden could read perfectly by himself but he preferred it when I read to him and I consider it an honor as well as a time to destress and spend time with my baby. Avery was a little different in her likes and dislikes and while she didn't mind reading books, she much preferred drawing and painting. Another thing that the two didn't have in common was the fact that Avery fell asleep im
BRENT'S POVI followed Priscilla with my eyes as she suddenly turned to the back. I couldn't exactly turn back to see what had startled her, but I could guess the kids were the reason. My guess was confirmed when she turned back to the front and whispered. “Later.”I nodded and refocused on taking my wife and our kids to the house they will call home, hopefully for a long time. The most important thing to me right now was getting closer to my kids, and I could see that it was going to be a difficult undertaking, since Priscilla probably wasn't on my side in this journey. Either way, I was going to make this work and make her understand that I only wanted the best for them.I slowly pulled into the house and parked the car, not surprised when Priscilla opened her door immediately and came down as soon as I turned to her. I swallowed the laugh at that expected behaviour and watched as she helped the kids down. She was doing a great job at distancing herself away from me and as much as
BRENT'S POVI swallowed down the frustration I was fast losing control of and held my hands down to help Priscilla up, which she ignored.“Why don't they like me? Have you said something about me to make them decide that?”She sucked in a breath and stood up by herself. “Why would I do that? They usually take to new people easily. Maybe you should have a look at what makes two 5-year-olds not like you.” She replied, angry fire filling her eyes.I took a deep breath to control my anger, regretting the words as soon as they came out of my mouth. “Then I'll have to wonder how you've been raising them.”Priscilla turned to him, and her palm would have landed against his cheek if he hadn't been fast. “Don't you dare tell me how to raise my kids. I've taken care of them for the past five years without your help, so you have no right to tell me how to raise my kids. You should be grateful I decided to move here. Any more insult and I may just disappear, just like before.” She added, the hate
PRISCILLA’S POV“As we’re well aware that the fashion show is in one month, please, I want us to hurry up and focus on our preparations. Nothing must go wrong. Please, let’s put all our plans into action, is that understood?” I urged my employees via a Zoom meeting.My fabric manager, Lexi, raised her hand to say something and I focused on her, giving her the chance to talk. Since I moved to New York a month ago, we’ve had to meet virtually, which honestly wasn’t bad, but nothing could beat our physical meetings. I’ve then learnt not to complain, as it didn’t change anything. “About the materials and patterns we agreed on, I went to see some of the suppliers here but some of them have been bought so it won’t be enough.”I pulled the laptop closer to myself. “Didn’t you make a reservation for it the last time?” I asked, confused. Those were our regular suppliers.Lexi nodded from the screen. “I did, but they said someone also made a reservation for that same pattern, and they had misca
BRENT’S POVI dropped the file I’d been reading, looked at the time on my clock and decided to call Priscilla knowing she would be home alone since the kids would still be in school.I was about to dial her number when my secretary, Evelyn, knocked and entered my office.“Sir, your next appointment is in thirty minutes time.”I checked my calendar and saw that I had a meeting with some potential business partners. I was looking to expand my business into technology in addition to our diversified products. Originally, the company had been built by my grandfather and he had majored in resorts and hotels, as well as some luxury products like sunglasses. When my father had taken over, he had added some brand management to the business as well as restaurants and when I’d taken over, I’d added fitness products, health supplements as well as arts into the scope. Now I wanted to expand more into sustainable technology and I wanted to work with someone already established, however small. As lo
BRENT’S POVI was fuming angrily as the car zoomed off from the school building, I couldn't believe she would try to pull such trick without listening to my side of the story. The events of today made me realize that if anything goes wrong between Priscilla and I, my kids would be the first people I'd lose and I didn't want that. I felt a gentle tap on my leg and finally glanced at Avery who had a crestfallen look on her face. “Daddy, what's going on?” She asked innocently and I became even angrier. How do I explain to this kid that this happened just because of their mother's insecurity? When I didn't respond on time, she tapped me again. “Where's Aiden?” “Are we going home?” She signed and I palmed my face in my hand. How do I deal with this mess? I was livid, not just at Priscilla but everything else. Today was meant to be a good day, today was meant to go well without hitches, now I only had to deal with hitches but bumps as well. “Yes, yes, we'll go get Aiden later. For no
Despite acting like she didn't care, Priscilla was fuming and raging inside, especially as the scene she walked in on in Brent's office wouldn't stop repaying in her head. Enraged was an understatement for what she felt, buttered was more like it. She wasn't expecting Brent to be loyal to her but seeing him with the same woman who broke their marriage the first time, hurt her. She'd gone to his office to give him a copy of the twins' itinerary since she thought it'll be good for them to spend more time together but she would never have expected what she saw. Priscilla's pov I had no idea why tears were stinging in my eyes as I walked out of the sensory door. Back in the elevator, it took me extreme self control to not yell and break down in his presence. I staggered to my car, making sure to act like I was fine but deep down, I wasn't. I was hurt, angry, enraged but there was nothing I could do about it and knowing that, hurt me more than the action itself. I went into my car and
After several days of planning and scheming, Pamela finally decided she was ready to go pay a visit to Brent at the company. She fussed all over her body and dressing as she made sure to expose her cleavage, thighs and applied excess makeup on her face. To her, Brent had always been attracted to her and this time, there's no doubt he'll fall for her flat. However, she chose the wrong time. BRENT’S POVIt took a while to get to the cake shop but when we did, I made sure to make a careful selection of what I'd be buying for the twins. “I'll take this one and that one.” I said, pointing at a red and brown cake. The lady attending to me had her face stuck in a pad but I didn't care, as long as she got my order out correctly. “Okay sir. I'll have them packed for you in a minute.” She said going behind the counter. “Wait, you're going to give me these already made cakes?” I asked in confusion and she nodded like I'd said something weird. “Yes, definitely. Is there a problem?” I could t
BRENT’S POV“Sir, your meeting with the president has been scheduled for this morning. Other plans on your appointment have been shifted to this after non, including the one with the executive board.” My assistant rolled out while I prepared for work in the morning. I took notes of everything to do but Priscilla's furious face won't stop appearing in my head. I know I made a mistake by not watching over the kids properly but she was overreacting and making it seem like she had to walk on eggshells around me whenever it comes to taking care of the kids. They're my kids as well and I should be given the opportunity to learn how to take care of them but how do I do that if she keeps monitoring and hovering around me like I'm some two years old who has no idea of his left hand to his right. I picked up my Rolex wristwatch from the catalogue and strapped it on. “Make the meeting with the president as brief as possible, I have more important things to do in the afternoon.” I said to my a
PRISCILLA’S POVDid I lash out at him too much? Was I overreacting? Do I call him to apologize? I played with these thoughts as I tossed and turned around in my bed, unable to sleep. The image of the crestfallen look on my children's face reappeared in my head and I just couldn't get it out. I mean, it was just a bruise but I overreacted and ruined everything we had going on. “Ugh, Priscilla, such a nice way to ruin something beautiful.” I groaned and turned again. My thoughts won't let me fall asleep so I picked up my phone to scroll through the internet for a while and surprisingly, I found a text from Sylvester. I was hesitant to open it, considering how things went today but I had to take my mind off Brent so I opened the text. “Hi, Priscilla. It was really nice seeing your beautiful face today. I must say you look good, even better than before and it amazes me how you manage to maintain such beauty. Anyways, I'll be really happy if we can fix a quick day for our date. I have t
PAMELA’S POVUgh! This stinks as hell! I covered my nose as the stench of the abandoned house filled my nose and for the hundredth time, I cursed that bitch for taking my life away from me. Goodness! How did I end up here in the first place? I glanced around my environment and boy, was I irritated? That would be an understatement. There's so much to do yet the only thing I wanted was to lay in Brent's arms all day. I was contemplating leaving the house like this for a while until a big perched on my neck and buzzed in my ear, causing me to scream and fall over dome of the other dirty, nasty and smelly things. Uh uh, no, I can't leave it this way. I packed my luggage to a corner that was barely affected by the dirt in the house. After that, I proceeded to clean the house as much as I could. Everything was dirty and filled with the stench of loneliness and abandonment. The cushion had molds all over it while the center table and fan were covered in dust. I noticed a spider's web in
PRISCILLA’S POVOh God! I should've known! I found myself regretting it after listening to Aiden’s account of what happened at the park. Avery didn't say anything, probably because she felt bad for Brent but he still was the adult and should've remained in charge. I can't believe I let him take them out just once and he screwed up the entire thing. What if she had gotten into a bigger accident? What if she was being bullied? I pushed back the tears that threatened to spill because I couldn't let the kids see me crying. After applying first aid on her bruise, I ushered them upstairs but not without letting them say their goodbyes to Brent, because it would surely be a while before they get to go out with him like this again. He gave me an apologetic look after they left but that wasn't going to solve anything, in fact, it made things worse. The fact that he knew he should've been on his guards around them and failed to do so was just disappointing. I pulled him to the kitchen to pour
BRENT’S POVI huffed angrily while holding the kids' hands to the car. I finally got to get Avery to stop crying and I hated the fact that I couldn't do anything to the kid who bullied her but I was going to make sure it never happened again. Aiden suggested that we returned to their home immediately since Avery had gone quiet and the trip had become boring. I couldn't agree more and I secretly despised myself for being unable to give them a good day, all through. The ride wasn't silent, leaving us all to our thoughts. I wondered what it would be like if I had to take care of the two of them for five years on my own. Surely, I won't remain the same, my mental health would probably be in the bin. I considered Priscilla strong for being able to take care of the two of them as babies on her own whilst still dealing with the heartbreak I'd dished her unjustly. My mind drifted back to that day and refreshed it like it was just yesterday when I called her all sorts of unsavory names whil
PRISCILLA’S POVIn my car, I thought of the things I'd say to Sylvester. I mean, it's been a while and I surely hadn't expected to run into him at a mall. I wanted to go home badly but I couldn't because my conscience won't stop hammering it to me that I owe him something for clearing my bills. I glanced around the road, in search of a Cafe that could do well for a lunch meeting and glanced at my phone to check the time. After a while of scanning the area, I finally found one and signaled to Sylvester to take the route I was taking. Five minutes after leaving the mall, we both stepped out of our cars with smiles on our faces. I took the time to scrutinize Sylvester facial features and just like always, he looked like he just stepped out of his closet. He held the door open for me as we walked into the restaurant and my eyes instantly went to a table in the corner of the restaurant. For some reason, I found myself considering what would happen if Brent or his friends found me with a