Arabel’s POVRichard is petty.I can't seem to figure out what just happened now. Did he just act petty, or am I imagining it?I thought he was going to take the cue and leave, so I wouldn't have to argue back and forth with Alex about staying in the same apartment as my ex-husband.There's absolutely nothing I can say to him to convince him that I moved in without knowing we were neighbors.Alex will conclude in his head that he was right all along, and that Richard is indeed a stalker.With Richard gone, I open the car seat to pick up Daisy. She is fast asleep. I lock the cars and head towards him. He doesn't move an inch, and he looks really annoyed.I don't know who told him I lived here. He must have his ways.“Hi,” I greet politely, watching him shift his attention to the sleeping Daisy in my arms. For a minute, I think he is going to help me with her, but he doesn't.When he isn't saying anything, anger begins to shimmer within me, so I walk past him.The one who should be angr
Richard's POVThe ringing from inside doesn't dissipate my concern. My face is still etched and furrowed with concern.Since last night, that ringing has been going on and off. I can't even figure out if it is her phone or an alarm clock.No one has come out of the apartment, either. Not Daisy. Not her. I also can't hear any sounds, no matter how hard I place my ears on the door.My insides are in disarray. A horrible feeling is stirring inside of me, as though something is wrong or about to happen.It's been two days since we went out, and I haven't set my eyes on her. The fact that the ringing is becoming more persistent and nonstop increases my curiosity.That guy—I don't trust him. He was here two nights ago. They must have had an argument, and it makes me wonder what he did to her.If she isn't in, then where is she?Frustrated, I stalk back inside, hurrying to grab my phone. I dial her number and wait till it begins to ring. A part of me is relieved that her phone is going throu
Arabel's POVBerlin, GermanyAfter sleeping in for two days without any activity other than feeding Daisy, I decide going out today will do a lot for my mental health.No one knows I am here.Not even Ashley.I just need some time alone to figure things out and get rid of my anger towards Alex.He hurt me deeply with what he said. I will never forget how he said it, as if I were a cheap whore who could easily return to her ex-husband, even if I were to forgive him.Daisy and I are having breakfast at Cappuccino Grand Cafe. Seated beside the transparent window, we can see a view of almost every person walking past the cafe.The menu was in German, but I was able to guess what I wanted. For myself, I ordered a Caprese Sandwich, a Cappuccino, and a Parma Sandwich for Daisy.I am done eating. While waiting for my slow-eating Daisy to finish up so we can take a stroll out before heading back to the hotel, I go through my phone.I didn't care about work when I made that rash decision to com
Richard's POVHow do men who want their wives back after a huge quarrel ask for forgiveness? Is there any man on earth who has ever asked his wife for a divorce only to come back after seven years for another chance?Is another chance even possible?These and more questions keep gnawing at my heart as I step foot in Germany.I should have known she would be here. But I wouldn't because I didn't know her well enough and I forgot almost everything that ought to be remembered about her.For Arabel, Germany remains a special place. She used to come here a lot before her parents' deaths. They toured the city together, and she mentioned how it reminded her of them.Instead of bringing bad memories for her, it always brought a smile to her face because of the many happy moments she had with her family here.Mother wanted us to come here for our honeymoon as a gift to Arabel, but I wasn't interested in traveling with her or honeymooning.I was still angry about the fact that I didn't get the
Arabel's POVA loud chuckle and snarl escape my lips against my will.With a small smile on my face, I fold my arms, ignoring the sudden pounding of my heart and the wave of adrenaline coursing through my bloodstream.“I think you got the wrong person, Richard. I told you I was not her, didn't I?”“Stop with the denial, Arabel,” he shouts in frustration and desperation. “Stop with the pretence already.”“I really don't know what else you want me to say. If there is anything I hate most, then it is being mistaken for someone else. I told you from the start that I was not her. Just because you want something with me and I said a big no doesn't mean you should insist I am that woman.”I want to say more.I want to scream at him, letting him know that I am not the foolish woman he married. She was a pathetic woman who loved him unconditionally, even though she knew the feelings weren't mutual.That stupid girl who was willing to show him love till he finally gave in and fall head over hee
Richard's POVI watch with regret as Daisy blows out the candles on the cake and lets out a wide grin. Arabel claps her hand, and onlookers do the same after singing a happy birthday song for her.Indecisive on what to do, I continue watching, my stomach twisting into knots.When I can no longer take it, I step down from the car and take long strides into the restaurant, not stopping until I am right in front of Arabel.With dread, she looks up to meet my gaze.I drag out a seat beside Daisy and slump in before shifting my eyes to meet Daisy's. She isn't jumping up in excitement like she used to, so my heart sinks.“Happy birthday, buddy,” I mutter with a weak smile carved on my lips. I didn't even buy anything. I didn't get her a birthday gift.And that is simply because I didn't even know today was her birthday. How could I have known it was her birthday when I didn't even know her birthdate?This shows how much of a good father I was.I know I have been terrible, but things will ch
Arabel's POVLondonA pulse is hammering at my temple as I trot into the big living room where Griffin had a party going the last time I was here.After leaving Germany and packing our bags in a hurry and in tears, I had to go to London.I need Griffin's help.I no longer want to partner with Richard. In fact, I want to stay very far from him. I want my child to never remember his face or name.I don't care if I face legal consequences for abruptly terminating the contract. I just want to do anything to keep us from seeing each other.The more contacts there are, the bigger the problem for me.I will do this to protect my child. Then go far away from here, somewhere he can never find us until he gives up."You can stay here, ma'am, while I inform him," his P.A says to me before heading upstairs to his home office, where we had a meeting the last time.I'm hoping to get the help I can.Impatiently, I pace to and fro, waiting for someone to show up. I had Lucia watch over Daisy, who has
Arabel's POVElegant and tall, she stands upright, her eyes not leaving mine.I can't find my voice. I don't know how to welcome her. I'm uncertain about how to welcome her, whether it's by greeting her and asking her why she's here, or by rushing forward and giving her a hug.She suddenly opens her arms, as if hearing my thoughts. Without hesitation, I rush in.With emotions crested in my throat, I embrace her tightly, in silence, with my eyes closed. I let all the memories flow until they bring tears to my eyes.This is it. I am at a dead end.This woman knows already.When I hear a sniff from her, I know she is crying too, and I embrace her more firmly, enjoying the bliss of that motherly hug I have missed in seven years.She isn't saying anything, and I am not doing so either. I am clueless as to what exactly to say to her. I don't know if I am supposed to talk as Arabel Cooper or as Bella Portillo.Finally, she disengages from the hug, holding my face in between her palms and exa