(Aiden’s POV)Deborah and Xavier exchanged glances, wondering how quiet we were at the dining table during breakfast. At first, I thought she would let this slide, ignoring us, not talking, not even looking at each other.“Hey, Charlie,” Deborah called to the puppy sitting on the rag and biting the edge of the cloth.Charlie stopped playing and looked at her, tilting his head to his side, recognizing her call.“Did something happen last night?” She asked as she lifted her mug.Instead of answering, our puppy returned to what he thought was more interesting, biting the rag. Perhaps even if he could talk, he knew the drill, and that would be not telling Deborah or Xavier what he saw last night. Charlie woke up when Jessamine stepped out of the bedroom and whimpered for a while, sensing something was wrong with us, but when we returned, he curled back into his bed and went back to sleep.“Nothing happened last night,” I muttered.“Something happened last night,” Jessamine sighed, standin
(Aiden’s POV)Charlie ran to the bathroom door when I unfastened the leash from his collar. He must have sensed Jessamine inside. He wagged his tail and then sat, waiting patiently for her to open the door. She would be pleased to hear that Charlie’s first-morning walk seemed delightful because he had already made friends with some of the tenants’ children playing in the garden.The marketing plan and the research she mentioned earlier were in her bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, scanning the contents and flipping the pages. I glanced over my shoulder, wanting to knock on the door to tell Jessamine her marketing plan was well-written and well-researched.I stood up and walked toward the coffee table, bringing the documents with me and taking my cell phone vibrating in my pocket. I placed the wireless Bluetooth earphone and answered the call immediately while my eyes were still on the paper.“Sasha,” I muttered.“Good evening… Er… good morning?” she greeted in her usual chirpy voice,
(Aiden’s POV)“Yes? You need help with something else?” I asked.My heart pounded hard, hoping she didn’t need my help putting on her clothes. I was running out of control in my system, and if she asked that, I feared I might pull her out of the bathroom and make love with her.A charming smile appeared on her lips as she shook her head. “I just want to say thank you, and I’m sorry.”“It’s okay.” It was not okay.I exited her bedroom and went out again for a walk. With a frown on my face, I felt restless and frustrated with my decision to see Jessamine again after being separated from her for many years. I paced along the pavement to think.Escaping from my extravagant life, reliving my old name, Aiden Anderson, and reuniting with her to help her steer her life’s direction were my reasons for returning to Carterville. I thought it would do me good, but it didn’t. I did not realize I would endanger our friendship by coming back.I missed her so much, and for almost ten years, I ached f
(Aiden’s POV)“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Jessamine asked with a shrug.She sat on the single sofa, bringing her white sneakers. Charlie approached her shoes, sniffing them at first, then he lay down and began chewing the shoelace.“Hey!” She chuckled, ignoring me, and took Charlie’s chew toy from the center table, giving it to him. “Play with your toy, not my shoelace, okay? I can’t be late.”If it were only me, I wouldn’t mind, but any man would take advantage of her as she was wearing a halter-neck, sleeveless white crop top, and black mini skirt. Jessamine let her dark amber hair fall freely on her back and put on light makeup and lipstick, but her clothes bothered me the most. Her skin on her waist waved hello to me as she leaned forward to tie her shoelace.“Here’s my key,” Deborah walked toward her, giving her the key and a paper bag with cupcakes inside. “And Aiden, stop looking at your best friend like that. This is a free country. She can wear whatever she wants.” She ro
(Aiden’s POV)“I have a heart problem,” the man coming out of nowhere muttered, smiling at Jessamine.I was too focused on the sexy doctor beside me that I didn’t notice where he came from. A patient? A staff? Another doctor? Eyeing him, I realized he looked more like a doctor than a patient. He must be in his mid-thirties, a good-looking fellow, but he was gazing at my best friend like she was a sweet delicacy.“Oh,” Jessamine exclaimed, standing up and blushing as she smiled back at the man. “I think you have a healthy heart, Christian.”He chuckled and shook his head. “Not after you broke my heart, Jess.”“Ha! Ha!” She rolled her eyes. “I did not break your heart.” Jessamine looked at me. “Don’t believe him.”I pursed my lips, unsure why she had to explain herself. My eyebrows knitted, and my eyes narrowed, studying him and racking my brain for his name in all her letters to me. There was no Christian in her list of ex-boyfriends. Returning to Carterville is discovering Jessamine,
(Aiden’s POV)Jessamine chatted animatedly with the male staff pushing the wheelchair for Mr. Douglas toward the car. I sneered, annoyed to see my best friend and Mr. Douglas laughing. He must be telling a joke because the older man with them pressed his palms on his stomach as he continued to laugh.“Thank you, Vincent,” Jessamine said, opening the car door for Mr. Douglas.“Anything for you, Jess. He smiled, pulling the wheelchair to his side. “So, Friday evening?” He sounded hopeful.“Of course,” My best friend smiled sweetly at him. “Seven sharp. Don’t tell my brother,” she winked.“I won’t. He’ll kill me,” he chuckled and bent to wave at Mr. Douglas. “I’ll see you next month, Mr. Doug.”“See me on Friday before you leave. I’ll give you some advice.” He was grinning as he buckled his seatbelt.My tongue touched the inside of my cheek as I held my patience. My blood was boiling in anger because Jessamine treated me like I was not there. She didn’t even bother to introduce me to him
(Jessamine’s POV)It was past midnight already, but Aiden was not home yet. I sighed worriedly and glanced at the time on my cell phone. Where on earth did he go? He wasn’t my responsibility. He’s a grown-up man who could handle himself, but still, I could not help worrying about him. When I got tired of pacing the living room, I went out and sat on the porch steps and would stand up if I heard a car or footsteps, hoping it was him.I glanced over my shoulder when I heard the door behind me open. Deborah yawned as she tilted her head from side to side.“Still not answering your call?” She asked, looking sleepy as she sat beside me.I shook my head.“I didn't need to ask what happened. Mr. Douglas told me everything. Even he was upset with you. Why did you tell Derek Aiden’s your cousin? And… Do you know what disappoints me? You don’t even like Derek, so why did you agree to go out with him?”“I was angry with Aiden,” I muttered.“You’re angry because…” she arched her brows while waiti
(Jessamine’s POV)“Jess!”“Hmm…” I moaned, rolling to the other side to avoid someone’s hand shaking my arm. With my eyes still close, I groped the mattress, hoping to get my pillow. Why wasn’t it beneath my head?“Jess, wake up.”The person waking me up chuckled but did not give up. “I still wanna sleep…” My mouth was downturned, ready to wail as I wondered why she sounded like my housemate.“Aiden left.”Two words from Deborah. Two words like cold water splashed on my face, waking me up. I got up quickly, then groaned, holding my head because I got dizzy from sitting down immediately.“Argh! My head,” I cried, thinking it might detach my body.“That was quick,” chuckled Deborah. “I should have thought of that earlier. Why would Aiden close the curtains?” She yanked the curtain open, welcoming the sunlight into my room.“What did Aiden do?” I winced at the sunlight coming into my room. “What time is it?” I asked, shutting my eyes and opening them slowly.“Nine, Love.” Deborah walked
(Aiden’s POV) Two years later… “Go!” Deborah chuckled and gestured her hand, telling me it was okay to leave. “We’ll bring Kyle to the hospital later,” she promised. I nodded, picking up the bag Jessamine and I prepared last night. I walked toward the couch, kissed my son, sleeping soundly on the seat, and patted Charlie’s head. He wagged his tail but didn’t bother to follow me. Kyle and Xyla had become his new best friends. Wherever they were, he would be there. Xavier brought Deborah and their daughter, Xyla, last night when Jessamine told them she was in labor. I didn’t know if it was because Jessamine was carrying our second child that everyone seemed relaxed. Only I was panicking, unsure what to bring or how to take my wife to the hospital. “We have a driver, Aiden. Why are you panicking?” Jessamine asked calmly last night as she climbed the bed. Benedict and Xavier raised the same question. Perhaps it was not the reason why my heartbeat was pounding fast. I would love to h
(Aiden’s POV) “I don’t know, Aiden,” Jessamine murmured sadly. “You love lying to me.”I shook my head and lifted my hand, gently wiping the tears on her cheeks. “I was honest when I told you I broke up with every girlfriend I had in the past, including my engagement to Naomi. Our dads set our marriage up, not me.”If I had to choose freely whom I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, Naomi would never be on my list. She was part of my rebellion, which I regretted when she got pregnant.“Eliza,” The tears streamed down my face as I struggled to speak through the lump in my throat.My heart ached for the little one when I heard her call Jessamine ‘momma’. Eliza didn’t deserve a mother like Naomi. I opened my mouth to explain but closed it again. “You named her after your grandma’s name,” she said.I shook my head. “She named her after my grandma’s name. Not me,” I corrected.If only Jessamine knew how we fought that day but gave in because Naomi was still weak in the hospital.“
(Jessamine’s POV) “Ha! Ha!” I raised my eyebrows and glared at Aiden. “You know what? It’s too late for that. Whatever you want to say, I don’t care.”I could walk away, but I didn’t move.“Jess, please,” Aiden begged.“Fine! Go ahead with your confession. Let’s get this over with. I just want to go home.”Yet, it would be my biggest lie. For almost a month of staying here in Adilene’s, I knew I was home. Leaving here would scar my heart. Forgetting Aiden would be hell. However, he is getting married, and I don’t want to be the best friend in his love story who hinders his happiness. My sarcasm didn't appear to bother Aiden. He inhaled deeply and fixed his gaze on me. It was for a while, then he turned around, pointing at the lake.“On the other side of the lake is St. Rose Property. I bought it and opened a new business there, a law firm, and I invited Xavier to head the company,” he said, ignoring what I said. He turned to me, blinking once while waiting for my answer.I opened my
(Jessamine’s POV) Awkward? Yes. Angry? No. Maybe.I stood on the porch, staring at Aiden as he kissed our son. He took him from my arms, and my trusting son didn’t even cry. My baby continued to babble ‘Ba-ba’ba’, and guess what? Everyone found it adorable. “Yes, he’s Dada!” Mom muttered excitedly, not considering the feeling of her hurt daughter.I was invincible to Sasha and Aaron. I wanted to scream that it wasn’t their house, but they greeted Deborah and my mom, said something nice to Kyle, and eagerly went inside when my friend invited them for a coffee. They should have at least waited for me, and then I pouted, remembering it wasn’t mine either.Aiden turned to my mother. “Is it okay if I talk to Jessamine alone?”“Of course,” she muttered. “You have all day,” she chuckled with her joke.I opened my mouth, wanting to protest, but I closed it again because it was also the same thing I wanted. Deborah was right. Every time he returned, something happened. He would sweep me of
(Jessamine’s POV) I inhaled to smell the sweet scent of fresh air in Adilene’s from the porch, but instead, I caught the whiff of the aroma of the coffee bean Mom was grinding from her hand-cranked grinder. I glanced at the crib, checking on Kyle. A while ago, he played with his toes, putting them in his mouth. Perhaps he thought of them as built-in toys. This time, he rolled over, reaching the tail of the giraffe stuffed toy.Kyle just turned four months, but he could do many things—normal baby stuff. He could bear weight on his legs when sitting upright, rolling over, grabbing toys or Charlie’s fur, and babbling a combo of vowel and consonant letters. When I asked him something, and he didn’t cry, it was up to me to decide what it meant. Deborah and my mom thought differently. My friend bet that when Kyle reached the age of six months, he could count numbers and recite the alphabet. Mom proudly told her he was probably like me, a history of my life she now loved to retell.‘Jess
(Jessamine’s POV) I caught Aiden wincing when I hissed, cringing as Colleen pressed her finger on my scalp. My sister must be waiting for us to be alone. I knew that my crying didn’t help, but she would understand why I wailed like a baby on the staircase. I would explain everything to her later.Colleen sighed and turned to Aiden.“Don’t worry, Aiden. She’ll live. Long enough that the two of you will probably see your ten to fifteen great-grandchildren, in case you get back together,” she muttered jokingly instead of giving him her prognosis of my condition.“When did you become a fortune teller?” I arched my head to see her face.Colleen shrugged and grinned. “It’s one of my many talents, you know,” she said, turning around and walking toward the crib. “Want to see the garden, Kyle? Let’s give mommy and daddy some privacy. What do you think?” she asked gently, scooping my son from the crib.As if it was Aiden’s cue, he held the door open and closed it gently as soon as my sister an
(Aiden’s POV) My heart was still racing, and my breaths came in ragged gasps after sprinting all the way from the driveway to reach Jessamine. My body was still buzzing with adrenaline, but when I saw her crying, I was like sucked into a vortex, returning me to the first time I saw my best friend.I was nine years old again for a split second, seeing a cute little girl in a braided pigtail, curled up in the swing, holding the same math book I had in her arms. At first, I thought she was hurt, but when I approached her, she was perfectly okay and told me, between hiccupping and crying, that she didn’t know how to answer her homework.Of course, she couldn’t. I doubted if she could even read the sentences in the book. She must be five or six years old. She should be in the preschool building, enjoying learning the alphabet or numbers instead of worrying about the word problems in the book.What was a little girl doing in front of the classroom of the third-grade class? She must have mi
(Jessamine’s POV) I reached for the doorknob, but before I could grasp the exquisitely crafted knob, I clenched my hand and immediately concealed it behind me as if opening the door was a sin. I was reluctant to leave the bedroom for a few reasons, but Anne informed me that Susan was waiting for me in the family room and wanted to speak with me.If only there were another way to the staircase without passing Naomi’s bedroom.“She went out to see her doctor,” Anne muttered.“Huh?” I turned around, lifting a brow, pretending not to understand what she said.Anne’s lips curved into a shy smile. “If you were worried about seeing Ms. Naomi outside, she left to see her doctor,” she said, repeating the message, perhaps thinking I didn’t hear her the first time.“Ah,” I chuckled and sighed in relief. “Thank you for telling me, Anne. I don’t want to have part two of our encounter in the garden,” I joked. Partly.She laughed briefly. “Don’t worry about Kyle. I’ll ask someone to get you if he c
(Jessamine’s POV) “Ouch!” I winced when Aiden pressed his finger on my scalp.It was a light touch, but the tingling on my scalp worried me that I would go home bald or I might be wearing a wig on my wedding day. Maybe my hair would have grown an inch or two at that time. Still, I would feel bad. I imagined having my hair loosely braided vertically and horizontally on that big day, but after what happened, I should think of another hairstyle.Aiden clucked his tongue, sighed, and sat on the edge of the bed, turning the chair I was sitting on to face him. I was still mad at him, but sometimes I tend to forget whenever I get stunned by his gorgeous face. I hissed, cursing inwardly and lowering my head to avoid his gaze.“Does it hurt?” He asked worriedly, lifting my chin to meet his eyes. “Tell me, Jess.” When I didn’t answer, he continued, “I’m bringing you to the hospital now.”I squinted, shaking my head. “I’m okay. This is nothing serious. Why don’t you check on Naomi?”He scoffed,