Now that we have seen all sides of their past, who do you think is truly the victim? Kian? Beverly? Leslie? The goal of revealing their past is to show you the depth of their relationships and I hope I succeeded in doing that. Please share your opinion in the comments!
BEVERLY’S POVKian’s grandfather is finally returning to London today. Watching him step into the car that will take him to the airport, is like watching all of my hopes and hardwork drive far away from me. I am in a terrible mood but I hide it with smiles, determined to see this to the very end ev
Before I can deny his accusations, Kian returns and I just take a step back from his grandfather. “Is everything okay?” Kian asks, looking from me to his grandfather. “I was just wishing him a safe trip back.” I say and then to grandfather, I add, “I hope you stay in good health.” He merely nods
TRAVIS’ POVI have kept my distance from Leslie. I’ve stopped answering her calls at the speed of light, stopped texting her every chance I get, buried myself in work so I don’t even have a second to spare for thoughts of her, and lied about leaving the country for a business trip. I won’t deny how
Fuck, I wasn’t there for Leslie. I was so busy nursing the wounds from seeing her run to Kian for help that I totally neglected her. I should have been there for her. I should have done better. I shouldn’t have let my jealousy get the best of me. I should have told her on the phone that day that I
LESLIE’S POVI can’t tell how long it’s been since I laid down in my bed. I have no knowledge of time and day and I don't even care for those things, I don't even care for anything. I just lay in bed on my side as day bleeds into night and night bleeds back into day. I just lay and stare at the wall
“After you came home that day, I found myself wondering about all of the other times in the past when you must have broken down like that. When you must have needed comforting so badly. Times when you must have wanted someone to hold you and tell you everything would be alright,“I don’t even know i
KIAN’S POV Things are back to normal. Except that I do not exactly know what normal means anymore. Now that grandfather is gone, everything has returned to the way they used to be after Leslie left–dull and lifeless. In her absence, nothing interests me, not even work that has been my solace for
Then she places her palm on her belly, rubbing it gently, “You’re helping us create a good life for our son and I am grateful for that. Please accept my gifts, take as many as you want. It’s on me.” When she notices that everyone isn’t looking at her anymore, she turns her head to look behind her.
CHAPTER 18 [ Intern Sophie] ~SOPHIE~ Until a few days ago, the sound of my alarm filled me with nothing but thrill. All it does now is make me bury my head into the pillow with pure irritation while rethinking every single one of my life choices. “Turn that off and get your ass in the shower, So
CHAPTER 17 [The Path Of Heartbreak] ~TRAVIS~ “You asked to see me, sir.” Sophie Summers. I could never get used to her presence, not even when I was the one who requested it. “Sit.” I ordered, barely looking at her. Knowing how defiant she can be, I expected some sort of retort but she quiet
CHAPTER 16 [ A Tangled Mess] ~SOPHIE~ I pushed the door open with a sigh, the familiar weight of the day’s events pressing on me. My head still throbbed, a dull reminder of last night’s recklessness. As I stepped inside the apartment, the soft scent of lavender and the comforting hum of the refr
CHAPTER 15 [Not Her Type] ~SOPHIE~ "Who’s this, Sophie?" Sebastian’s voice slithered through the hallway, his smirk widening when his eyes landed on Travis. "Your new boyfriend?" I was still trying to gather myself together after running into Travis so suddenly. I had questions about how he was
CHAPTER 14 [The Man Who Was Never Mine] ~SOPHIE~ The nausea hadn’t subsided. I sat at the edge of the bed in my childhood room, staring at the peeling wallpaper and the dusty, forgotten trinkets that once made this space my sanctuary. It had been hours since I’d woken up with the hangover poundi
CHAPTER 13 [In Her Absence] ~TRAVIS~ The absence was the first thing I noticed. It wasn’t the missing coffee on my desk—although I’d gotten far too accustomed to finding it there, piping hot and prepared just the way I liked it. Nor was it the lack of a sticky note, usually plastered on the edge
CHAPTER 12 [A Return To The Shadows] ~SOPHIE~ The dull throb in my head woke me before anything else. It pulsed behind my eyes like a relentless drumbeat, making it impossible to open them fully. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow, hoping to escape the nausea curling in m
CHAPTER 11 [Kill-Joy] TRAVIS I wasn’t sure what annoyed me more: Sophie Summers’ audacity or the fact that I had actually turned around and come back. Sitting in the backseat of my car, I stared out the tinted window at the pub just across the street from my company. I had never step foot there bu
CHAPTER 10 [The Sophie Effect] ~TRAVIS~ If chaos had a face, it would undoubtedly wear Sophie Summers’ unrelenting smile. For the past few days, she had inserted herself into every corner of my life at my textile company, leaving me to wonder how someone so seemingly innocent could wreak such calc