{A WEEK LATER}
~ANASTASIA~“No, just drive straight home; I'm exhausted,” I said to Scott as he asked if I wanted to stop by somewhere.“I'm so sorry, girl; I wish I could help,” Vivienne said. I was on a call with her.“It's okay, I'm not giving up; sure, he hadn't blackmailed all the companies in Seattle.”“I don't know, but all the companies you have visited so far don't want to employ you." She sounded sad like she was the one going through this.“I'm not losing hope; tomorrow I will try again until I get a job,” I said, sounding confident.“But for how long? You're already a month pregnant. What will happen when it starts showing, don't tell me William will never find out because he will, eventually, and I even don't know how I'm going to help you?” She sighed, but no matter how right she was, there was no way I was going to go back to William; the disrespect and mistreatment I had gone through for the past four yea~ANASTASIA~ I still couldn't believe William was standing in front of me. I thought I would only see him again in court—when we finalize the divorce, well, I guess I was wrong. I tightened my grip on the documents in my hands to hold my ground. “Another failed interview?” He pouted his lips, which made me roll my eyes. "Oh, I forgot these companies are not even giving you a chance to speak; let me guess this time, I'm sorry we can't employ you, Mr. Rogers gave-” "Oh, save it, William.” I cut him, and for a moment he looked confused. “So what if I didn't get the job? It's not the end of the world.” "Well, it will be the end for you, and both you and I know it.” “You disgust me,” I said then almost walked away, but he held me back by my arm. “Let me go, William.” I struggled to free my arm but he didn't let go. “You just have to beg, then I'll forgive you; you'll not even need to publicly apologize for staining my n
~ANASTASIA~ The man was my dad; it shocked me because I hadn't seen or spoken to him in four years, and from what I remembered, he hated me, so how was he in my kitchen and making cupcakes at that? The words were stuck in my throat as I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. “Cupcake?...” He also seemed shocked as he slowly took steps toward me. I was in so much shock that I didn't react or realize when he got to me as he took me into his arms. "Cupcake…” he repeated; his voice was so low like he was about to cry. I closed my eyes and raised my hands to hug him back, as smelling his scent somehow calmed me. I hadn't seen or spoken to him in years; I didn't even realize how much I missed him until now. “D-dad…” My voice broke, and as he stroked my hair, I couldn't control myself as I started crying, he didn't stop me; instead, he encourage
~ANASTASIA~ It's been an hour. Yes, the distance from my apartment to the Lancaster mansion was half an hour's drive. We passed by the company. Dad had things to take care of. He asked me to go with him, but I refused and remained in the car. That's why we took another thirty minutes, as we had just arrived at the mansion now. The mansion was located outside town because he wanted all the space as it was very large. We were not the only family; most wealthy families built their homes outside town like there were many other families, including Vivienne's, which was called the Frost mansion. “Are you ready?” Dad asked, and I took a deep breath before I turned to him and told him I was ready. He warmly smiled, then got out before he held out his hand for me, which I took and followed his lead. “Ms. Anastasia, welcome back,” the servants we met on the way to the main entrance greeted, and I ignored them as my attention was on something else. I was
~ANASTASIA~Dad looked shocked as he shook his head, almost not wanting to believe it. Well, I couldn't lie to him even when I wanted to, so I nodded my head as I placed the cupcake down.Dad came toward me, and I stood up as my hands found their way to my flat belly. Dad never liked William but still loved Ivy. I heard how he spoiled her, but I didn't know how he was going to feel about this.“Dad-”“Congratulations!” he surprisingly said as he took me into his arms; my hands were still on my flat belly, not hugging him back as I was in shock.I stayed in his arms for a moment before he pulled away and then sat me on the couch."Well, at least the asshole gave me beautiful grandchildren,” he said, and I still confusedly looked at him, “Cupcake?” He lifted my chin. “You don't look happy about it?”“You're o
~WILLIAM~I couldn't believe after everything I did Anastasia still had the guts to refuse me. I mean, where's that girl who would do anything just so I noticed her? Now I was convinced something was really wrong.“Maybe she hit her head,” I said as I paced around my office, “or is doing this to get to me.” I thought of every possible reason that made her say what she said to me, “She walked out on me, me..." I scratched the back of my head as nothing was making sense.I made sure no one employed her, and she made it easy for me as she refused her brother's help. I thought she would come and beg me, but it seemed she was more stubborn than I thought.“This is insane,” I said as I got my phone and dialed my daughter's number. I was left with no choice but to ask for her help; the divorce wasn't trending anymore, so I wasn't worried about my reputation, but I just couldn't allow Anastasia to be the o
~ANASTASIA~I didn't understand what William was doing here, so I quickly stood up and walked to the door with Dad following behind.Reaching the door, I was shocked to find that William and Trey were taking turns on each other—hitting each other like little kids on the grass.“Oh my god, somebody stop them!” I screamed, and that's when the gateman and two guards rushed to them and separated them. I couldn't just wait by the door, so I walked to them and asked the guards to free them since they were both struggling and wanting to hit each other more.“Trey, go inside,” I said, and Trey shook his head.“You're not speaking to him, sis; this bastard mistreated you for four years. Give me a good reason why I should leave him alone with you.” Trey questioned."He's in my house; I can take care of myself here, and besides, the guards are here; he can't do anything to me,” I s
~ANASTASIA~ You won't believe I've been married to William for four years and still never saw this side of him. With the mistreatment, I still never imagined him calling me a thief. “You're unbelievable.” “I know you have it.” "Well, my father is experiencing a little trouble now, but that does not mean we are desperate for money.” "I honestly don't care the reason you took it; you know how Jimena is.” “I don't care about Jimena!” I yelled as I was tired of hearing her name, “You love her; then fine, go be with her and stop bothering me.” “What is that?” “What is what?” “I knew it; you still want me,” he said, a smile on his lips as if that's all he wanted to see. Well, if I didn't know him well, I would think he wanted a second chance, but this was William; he would never love anyone apart from Jimena, and besides, I was nothing more than the villai
~JIMENA~ I took a sip of my glass of milk and then glanced at my phone. I don't even know why I was checking at this point when it was clear that William was not going to call. I don't know where to start; this was all so shocking to me. Why was William behaving like this? I mean, a few days ago he was talking about our marriage, how he was going to divorce Anastasia and marry me, how he was going to give me and our child the world, so what changed? I kept asking myself if I had done something wrong, but nothing came to mind. I don't remember doing anything that could have upset him. “Did he fall in love with her?” I asked myself in a low tone as I was in the kitchen still waiting for him to return as he stormed out earlier, leaving his mother and me. “It is like he doesn't want to marry me?” I said as I remembered earlier when he said he didn't care about our honeymoon and his reaction when Carol, his mother, said she was going to move our wedding date. "No, he loves me; we've
~VIVIENNE~Ever since Harriot and I had that argument about him wanting a surrogate, things have been crazy. Yes, I was the problem, but why did he think I would be comfortable with having another woman carry my child—our baby?He made it worse when he told me his parents were asking for grandchildren, in as much as I wanted a child. I knew it wouldn't receive the same love as Hudson’s children because, to Mom, Harriot was a man after her wealth, so for him to say his family wanted an heir and suggested that we find a surrogate hurt me. After all, what if Mom decides to disregard the child—it was already bad that he would be the father but another woman carrying it would be something else.I was so upset with him that I left that night and went to Mom. I knew she was not the best person, and usually, I would go to Hudson, but he was married now, and with what Ana was going through, I knew she needed him more than me. That's why I risked going back to Mom.I wasn
Mom had now removed the lollipop from her mouth, smiling as she whispered I was doing the right thing; well, the smile faded when she heard me mention the name.“I'm giving you ten minutes; if you don't get here, I will release the photos,” I said, and without waiting for his response, I ended the call and sent him my address.“What was that?”“What was what?”“Don’t play smart with me; I asked you to call William, not that little doctor.”“I’m not getting a divorce, Mom; I have another plan,” I said as I sat down on the bed after pushing the stretcher from my sight, I asked for a comfortable bed, and they provided it; that’s how much power William held in this State, and I was not willing to let that go.“Harriot will do nothing, or what do you think? We can survive on a thousand every week?”“You should get a job, Mom; stop depending on me for your survival.”“I’m retired; I worked on grooming you to be the best.”“Yeah, sure, at deceiving man.”
~JIMENA~I was pacing around in the stupid hospital gown; gosh, I was a celebrity. If any of my fans saw me like this, I would kiss bye-bye to my career because not only did the gown make me look crazy, but my tangled hair went extra as I looked like a psychic patient.I still couldn't believe that lady. I mean, what made her think I would work with her to break Hudson and Anastasia up? I'm not stupid; I knew if that happened, then William would go running to her. She told me she planned to kill Anastasia, but I was not a monster; I couldn't kill anyone. Sure, I mentioned doing anything to get Ana out of my way, but murder was not one of them.I asked her to leave, and she left her contact number with me, telling me to call if I changed my mind, and that I would play a big role in the plan.“If only the stupid doctor had diagnosed me with cancer as I asked.” I said out loud before I turned to Mom, who was seated on the chair sucking a lollipop, unbothered, “You won't be sucking that l
I was honestly confused; yes, I loved William, but not enough to be with him. Even now that he was confessing to loving me, it didn't change the fact that I wanted nothing to do with him. The fact that he cheated on me multiple times, that he treated me like trash, that he sent me to jail and didn't give a shit about my whereabouts.So clearing my throat, I thanked him for telling me.He mentioned Julliete telling him I also looked drugged. Yes, it was four years ago, but I still remember someone whispering in my ear that the handsome man wanted to speak to me. The man was William, and since I had seen him on Gianna's phone and was the reason I went there, I just saw it as destiny as I walked up to him.It happened so fast that I was walking with him to a hotel room, and the next morning we woke up naked—trending on social media. Well, that's when his grandfather suggested the marriage thing, and since I wanted to piss Dad off, I accepted that even when he later changed
I wish I could say I didn't want to talk to William, that I had nothing to say to him, but I had a lot; I wanted to set it straight that the kiss was a mistake and call him out for mentioning it to Hudson—making sure he understood that we were never going to get back together and that his little plan failed as Hudson understood it was a mistake.Nodding my head, I turned to Ivy and asked her to get me my phone in the bedroom even though I knew I left the phone in the kitchen—I wanted to buy us some time.Ivy listened as she walked in and headed to my bedroom. I walked in while William followed me behind. I mean, this was like his home too, so I didn't need to invite him in.“Before you start, I want to make it clear to you that the kiss was a mistake. I didn't mean to kiss you back and trust me, your confession meant nothing.” I said, and he nodded his head, “I asked you to keep it between us; why did you mention it to Hudson?”“I told him before you asked me to keep
~ANASTASIA~I was in the kitchen making a sandwich as I spoke with Carmen on the phone.She was telling me about her daughter; she was just as beautiful as in the photos. She went to see her but didn't dare to approach her and tell her the truth, but she was positive she told me she was going to see her again today, and this time she was going to tell her the truth.Carmen then, after I asked about the family—especially Dad—asked if I told Hudson about the kiss. I explained to her that William already told him about it, and he started behaving so weird—acting like I cheated on him.Well, I regret telling Carmen that as she gave me a lecture about how I owed Hudson the explanation, how everything I had to do I had to think of how it was going to affect Hudson first; according to her, I'm supposed to consult with him first as he was now my husband.I didn't want to argue, so I just kept agreeing.“And I think you should give that young man a chance; he loves you, he found my daughter be
~JIMENA~“I can walk on my own,” I said, pushing the nurse who tried to help me; I just couldn't stand the thought of doing all this for nothing.“I'm sorry, Mrs. Rogers, I'm just doing my job.”“I didn't ask for this.”“I know Mr. Rogers insisted; he wants to make sure you won’t harm yourself or the baby.”“Harm myself? Do I look crazy to you?”“No, Mrs.”“Just… give me a moment alone, please; I want to put my thoughts together,” I said and faked tears, as I knew crying always worked.“Alright, Mrs.,” she said and moved a distance from me. She had brought me outside for fresh air. I couldn't believe William traveled back to LA, leaving me in this condition, not even a text knowing I was carrying his child—it was not the truth, but he didn't know that.I ran my hands into my hair as I tried to think of what to do; the plan I had involved him being here, but now that he disappointed me by not showing up God, I have to think fast before I lose
I couldn't believe what James had just told me, “Alright, try to see if you can get the audio of the footage; I want to hear what was spoken.” I instructed, and he agreed; ending the call, I turned to my daughter, who was having a conversation with Juliette.“So?” Juliette asked, and I cleared my throat before I thanked her and told her she could just go, as I will be with Ivy. “That's okay, take care, okay?”“Thank you, Juliette.” I thanked her again as she bid Ivy goodbye, and after she left, Ivy asked for ice cream, but it was late, so I told her she could have that tomorrow.“Alright, Daddy, can we call Mommy now?”“Yes, of course, but we should get to our room first,” I said, and she agreed; as she stood up, I also stood, and holding her hand, we walked back to the room.Inside, I got my phone and called Anastasia; it was shocking that she hadn't tried to call to ask if we had landed or if Ivy was okay. I mean, the Ana I knew would have taken advantage of th
I thought I was making up the conversation, so I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at the screen just to confirm. This man mentioned my name, so it must be true. It was clear I wasn’t imagining the conversation, but bacteria? Who would do that?“Doctor, I'm not following… this bacteria—how did you treat it, and why didn't you tell me?”“Like I said, I feared the woman might pass out; she's already pregnant and suffering from stress.”“Anastasia?”“Yes, she came for a checkup a few days ago. I knew how risky such news was, and as for bacteria, it's only found in Russia, so for it to be found in the little girl—”“Must mean someone injected it into her.” I cut him off, finishing his sentence, “I mean, did you find anything, a needle mark maybe, or—”“We did, but the needle used was very thin; it barely left a mark, but if you look at her neck, you'll see the dark spot where the needle was inserted.” He said, making me nod my head in understanding, “According to the results, it mus