Selena’s POVWhen Kelvin left us alone, Max was passed out in his car seat, so I decided to sit in the car for a while before leaving.“Your stepbrother-in-law is quite handsome,” Hillary remarked.“Don’t even think about it,” I warned her. “I've seen him with Rose,” I added.“Rose, your friend from high school?” Hillary inquired.“Yeah,” I nodded.“How is she these days? You rarely talk about her,” Hillary noted.“She’s fine,” I replied.“Ah, right. What are you going to do about the reunion? Are you attending?” Hillary asked.I had forgotten about that, or tried to forget about it. It was tomorrow evening, and by then I would have gotten my result. Would I be able to cope with whatever comes after that? “I… I don’t know,” I admitted. I really wanted to attend, to at least feel like I belong to something.“They won’t miss me if I don’t attend,” I said.“Really? But if I’m not wrong, you talked about attending any reunion from your high school because of your first love. Don’t you sti
Jake’s POVI left the apartment early to ensure an early start to my day. After attending the morning meeting, I met with Mr. Walkers, and we finalized our deal. Officially, his company belonged to me, though the name would remain.Back at the office, I had Jeff work on it. He kept me updated on my meetings afterward, for which I was grateful. Returning to my office, I tried to commit faces to memory. I also had images on my phone to assist me. The medication from my doctor wasn't much help; I would be meeting him after this session. We had a lot to discuss. Why wasn't I improving?"Do you need anything for the meeting?" Jeff asked as we sat in the car, with Logan driving."No, I don't think so," I replied."This being the first meeting, I'm surprised she granted it," I remarked."You should have left it for the advertisement team," Jeff suggested."They're facing some difficulties dealing with you. You know this. She wouldn't meet with them.""I think she's been rejecting them just so
Selena's POVI struggled to calm my racing heart. What on earth was he doing here of all places he could be? Did he know? He couldn’t, right? My doctor does not know who I am, or was she pretending back then? Did she call him here?When my heart was under control, I opened the door and stepped out. I guess my body was not under control yet, as my legs gave out on me. I fell forward, and Jake caught me, making me rest on my open door.We were standing just too close, and my hormones were running wild at the moment. A moan escaped my lips as I felt his hand on my bare skin. "Selena! Get yourself under control!" I scolded myself. He must have heard me because he pulled back without letting go.He seemed unsure about how balanced I was on my feet. "Are you okay? Why are you here?" he asked.I blinked several times and refocused on the situation. How could I tell him I was going back to demand an abortion from my doctor? "I... I brought someone here?" I said, but it came out like a questio
Jake's POVI sat in my office, going through my emails, unable to shake off thoughts of the conversation I had earlier with my doctor. The looks he gave me, as if I were a lost case, fueled a mix of fury and worry within me.“Mr. Marino, things do not really look good,” he said, staring at the chart on his computer and then back at me.“What do you mean?” I asked.“Are you taking your drugs regularly?”The answer was no. “I try to keep up taking the drugs,” most times I don't even remember, as I am always occupied with something else.“You should have paid more attention to this, Mr. Marino. Instead of improving, you are... well, rather getting worse, I mean your illness,” he said.“So, what are you saying?”“I will prescribe another drug for you, and I want you to be constant in taking them for a month. We will run another test then,” he said.“Mr. Robert, if I am not getting better, don't you think it is the drugs that are not working?” I asked.Looking at the screen of his computer
Rose’s POVThe restaurant I entered for our reunion buzzed with activity. Back in high school, our class only had 30 students, so booking a larger space was necessary."Over here!" A friend waved me to their table. After greeting people at other tables, I scanned the room, noticing some missing faces."How are you?" Hope, one of my good friends from back then, inquired."I'm good, it's great to see everyone," I replied to the table at large. There were at least five people: two women and three guys, all close friends with Jake back in school. One of them, the one who kept in touch with him during our relationship, was now absent."Do you think Jake will make it?" Justin asked. "I was surprised to hear he married someone else."I forced a smile. "Well, things didn't work out at the last minute," I lied. I couldn't bear the thought of them knowing Jake dumped me for someone I once considered a friend. As I looked around, I saw no sign of her. Did she even receive the invitation? Would s
Selena’s POVStanding in front of those who once ostracized me, regret gnawed at me. I shouldn't have listened to Hillary. Right now, I should be in bed, lost in dreams, or facing my own problems, not this. And at the heart of it all was Rose.When Dan, our old class representative, approached to confirm my presence, I should've turned and fled. It was unbelievable that none of them recognized me, except for Rose. Her smirk and glare were a strange mix of defiance and amusement. How did she maintain such composure?"I must be in the wrong room," I stammered, wanting nothing more than to escape this humiliating situation. I pivoted on my heel, but a voice stopped me."Are you sure?" Rose asked, her voice laced with something I couldn't decipher.I turned back to the table, facing a battery of curious stares. They scrutinized me as though recognition hinged on a deeper inspection of my face. Rose seemed prepared for any reaction. Did she not realize that if my secret were to be exposed,
Jake’s POVI wasn't sure if I should be happy I came to the reunion or furious. Here I was, discovering I'd been lied to. Why? It floored me to learn Selena attended the same high school, even befriending Rose – we were all classmates!The way they were talking to her – "thief," "cheat" – sent chills down my spine. Could she have been the girl the girls always complained about back then when Rose was absent? How could I have missed it? Back then, I was laser-focused on studying, obsessed with being top of the class.Why hadn't Selena said anything? She must have known who I was from day one, yet she kept it a secret. Why? Did she think I was a fool? Or was this all some elaborate plan – running into me, agreeing to marry me so suddenly?She must have gotten a kick out of toying with me, laughing behind my back. The guys tried to reason with the girls, but Rose had them on her side. They were relentless. Finally, I stepped in, pulling Selena away when she seemed frozen. I let them know
Selena's POVAfter a restless night, I woke up early, showered, and decided to go back to bed for a few more hours. However, my grumbling stomach had other plans.And what was that noise from the living room? I tiptoed out of my room and peeked into the living room, only to be confronted by a furious Mrs. Marino. She marched towards me, and I genuinely thought she was going to attack.Jake must have thought the same thing because he rushed to his mother's side, trying to restrain her in case she did have plans of assaulting me. "What are you doing here so early in the morning?" I sputtered. "You look...dressed for battle."She must have planned this overnight, but what on earth was going on? Mrs. Marino yanked open her bag and dramatically pulled out a magazine, which she flung at my face. It landed with a thud at my feet."Is this what you've been hiding?" Mrs. Marino snapped angrily, her face flushed with rage.I bent down to pick up the items. There was a newspaper and a magazine.
Epilogue || Selena's POVI thought I'd be able to sleep in today, given that yesterday was as hectic as it gets with the kids' birthday party. It was a fun-filled and fantastic day; the kids were showered with gifts from every direction.They even received some gifts they won't be able to use until they're maybe 19 years old. Their aunt Nancy went overboard with the planning and every other detail of the day.It turns out the kids don’t just have one godfather, but two—Austin and Justin also blew the kids' minds.And their grandmas? Well, I'm at a loss for words about them. Even my aunt came with a gift; she gave each child a book titled “Italian for Beginners.” Wonderful, right?The kids completely ran out of energy yesterday, so I'm baffled as to how they're up this early.By mistake, we forgot to close the bedroom door last night. Before I could get out of bed to bolt it, the door swung open, and they bounded in. I pretended to still be asleep, hoping they would bypass me and go str
Selena's POVIt's been five months now, and looking back, I find it hard to forget everything that happened after my wedding.Glancing down at my wedding ring, I kissed the tiny diamond that always reminded me of Jake. With a smile, I looked at the calendar on my desk—his return was just around the corner.I had moved the company headquarters to Italy, and surprisingly, my mother had agreed to relocate as well. She bought a new house that could accommodate 20 people, claiming she was tired of living small.She decided to keep our house in New York as is, suggesting it could serve as a venue for family gatherings.Hillary stayed behind in New York; apart from taking care of her son, she had started seeing someone, which was exciting news for everyone.The whole family rejoiced when Mr. Marino finally woke up from his long unconscious state. He was recovering well, much to Mrs. Marino's joy.The kids were adored by everyone, especially by their Aunt Nancy. Everyone was doing well.Howev
Jake's POVI entered the house, searching for my family. Voices echoed from a nearby room where I heard Selena asking Nancy how they had managed to set up the nursery so quickly. “Dada!” a little voice called out. I turned to see Jada rushing toward me, her small form barely visible beneath the layers of her adorable outfit. Bending down, I scooped her into a tight hug as she began chattering nonstop, sharing everything she thought I needed to know.Holding her close, she peppered me with kisses.“Hey,” Selena greeted with a wave.“Welcome, Sophia,” I said, placing a kiss on Selena’s forehead. She seemed eager to hear about my meeting at the station.Later that day, we gathered for dinner. The kids sat on Selena’s and my laps, stubbornly refusing their high chairs. My mother had certainly gone all out with the meal.It was heartwarming to see both families getting along well. As the evening wound down, the kids began to warm up to my mom and Nancy, who tempted them with an array of
Selena's POVA stroll on the beach and a picnic with the one I love—that was the plan after crafting a new one this morning. But here I am, driving to the airport.Mom always has her own way of doing things. I knew I hadn't been entirely open about what was happening here, but I never expected her to bring the whole family down.They even took the company jet. She must not know how to manage boarding four people. Shaking my head, I turned into the private sector of the airport.I called my mother for their location, and she directed me. The first thing I heard were the excited voices shouting, "Mama!""Mama!" Jadon ran toward me, his focus unswayed by the crowd.I dropped to my knees with open arms to welcome my beloved son. His small body fit perfectly against mine, his baby scent warming my heart. I buried my face in his soft hair, showering him with kisses.He seemed taller. Pulling back, I kissed his face. "My sweet boy, how I've missed you.""Mama, I miss you," Jadon said.I hugg
Jeff's POVThe fury within me was seething; I felt an overwhelming urge to lash out at something, or better yet, someone—specifically, the person right in front of me.I might have managed a clean getaway if Kelvin hadn't botched things by getting caught. Perhaps if I'd demanded the money sooner, I would have gained a crucial head start in my escape plan. It was Kelvin’s blunder that had left me trapped in this forsaken country.If only I had expedited my fake passport, I might have made a successful escape by sea, but the relentless police were already on my trail. They had effectively banned me from leaving the country, but I was aware of other, illicit means of escape.I refused to let anyone revel in seeing me rot in jail. And why on earth was Jake Marino here? My only recourse was to taunt him with everything I had managed right under his nose.“How did my father cause the death of your father?” Jake inquired.He seemed genuinely clueless about the connection to my father, but th
Jake's POVWe had planned to spend the day just to ourselves, and I was thrilled with the idea. Selena walked around the house, filling the picnic basket she found in the kitchen. Eventually, we found ourselves in the bedroom, Selena rifling through her packed bag in search of something suitable to wear.Although it wasn't particularly sunny outside, we were eager to enjoy the day together, hoping for a bit of sunshine as we forecast while we were at the beach.Just then, her phone began to ring. I hoped it wouldn't be a call that might dampen our spirits. She dived into her pile of clothes, searching for the phone, and resurfaced with a frown. "It's my mom," she said, her tone a mix of resignation and concern. I knew how deeply she missed the kids, avoiding calls to stave off their tears and pleas for her return.I felt a pang of guilt, aware that my needs had kept her away. My own phone started ringing, and I glanced at the caller ID before showing it to her. She sighed and gestured
Selena's POVThe morning light flooded the room when I opened my eyes, a reminder that we'd left the windows open again. I yawned and stretched, feeling the protest of my bones. The hard night at the station hadn't done me any favors. Feeling the empty space beside me, I realized Jake wasn't there. I missed waking up in his arms, but lately, our mornings had shifted; either he rose before me or vice versa.When would we find the peace we so desperately sought? As I lay there, my mind wandered back to the phone call from last night. I hadn't caught any of the conversation, only the ringing that had pierced the late silence.Was it something important? I got out of bed, went through my morning routine in the bathroom, and dressed for the day, hoping it wouldn't be spent at the police station.With Kelvin in custody, the assassin apprehended, and Diego held by New York police pending cooperation with the investigation, the immediate threats seemed contained. He would be released after th
Jake's POVI still find it hard to believe Kelvin could do such a thing to his own family. He had embezzled a significant amount of money from the company and had been deceitful in his dealings.He had several accounts, estates, and properties in his name, yet he still craved more. Wasn't he satisfied with what he had already taken?The detectives were on the hunt for someone named Mr. K, who had been collaborating with Kelvin. Since Kelvin denied any involvement with the attacks on me and the kidnapping on my wedding day, they believed there was another conspirator out there. I hoped that with Mr. K's capture, the chain of attackers would end.Looking over at the bench, I saw Selena asleep in an awkward position. I wished we could wrap up here and leave so she could get some proper rest. She had been tirelessly working the phones, to the point where her phone had run out of battery.We hadn't been able to speak to the kids, and it was clearly affecting her mood."Who do you suspect m
Kelvin's POVIn my office, I mulled over the unsettling shift in public sentiment that had started favoring Jake. Oddly enough, I had uncovered that Selena was no ordinary person; she was from a wealthy family. Yet, when I sought more information, I found no news articles about her—only a brief mention that she had two children and had once been married to someone named Diego Lorenzo.This Diego was the same individual who had contacted me months ago, offering information to undermine Jake when Mr. K mysteriously vanished.Clearly, something was amiss, and my instincts told me it wasn't good. I was about to stand up when my phone rang with a call from an unknown number.I answered, and Mr. K's voice came through. "Hello, I have something you desperately need," he said, his timing uncanny."Will it finish my brother?" I asked."Yes, but before that, you need to transfer €500 billion euros to the account I will send you.""What?" I exclaimed, incredulous. "For what information?" I deman