~WILLIAM~Harriot's call shook my world.What did he mean the baby Ana was carrying was mine?I mean, I had my doubts, especially after seeing how big it looked for it to be five months because that's how long she's been with my brother… but there was no possible way because I even had her tested when the rumors of her being pregnant came out, and it was negative, so what was he saying?Well, at this point the call had ended, so I couldn't ask him that, as when he told me, I immediately left with Julliete following behind; if not that she had stopped me from driving. I would have caused an accident as I wasn't in my right senses right now. I was frustrated and somehow relieved, so these emotions were all mixed in my system, and it was hard to concentrate on one.The baby was mine? She was carrying my son?Anastasia’s baby was mine? I was the father?Fuck! It was overwhelming and at the same time felt like a dream.I will not lie; I've prayed countless times for this, for God to do a m
Hudson and I were now exchanging words; Hudson didn't want to give in; he wanted to be there with Ana—how ridiculous.“I don't care if it's my son or not; my wife needs me, and we all know you're not capable. You were not even present when she gave birth to your daughter, so why change now?” He questioned. Okay, how did he know I was not present when Ivy was born? I mean, I came; it's just the labor room I didn't go into.“You will be a father one day; how will you feel if another man wants to take this opportunity from you?” I asked—pleaded if I'm being honest as nothing I said seemed to work, well all it earned me was a chuckle.“Gentlemen, I'm afraid labor doesn't wait for anyone, so I will ask again, who is the father?” The nurse repeated the question, and this time only I answered as Hudson ran his hands through his hair. “That settles it then, please follow—”“Treat her like I would treat her; don’t ask her anything relating to the boy,” Hudson warned, and I honestly didn't need
~ANASTASIA~When I felt the smell of disinfectant, I quickly forced myself out of faint, as I knew how important it was for my son; I needed to be conscious.The nurses who attended to me immediately took me for testing, and after checking, they saw that it was time for me to deliver the boy. They said, I've been having contractions since last night. Now, I did feel some pain, but I assumed it was stress, and I swear I'm not dumb. I mean, I've been there before, so it wasn't like it was my first time, but you just can never know.Well, I was quickly rushed to the labour room, where they helped me change. Vivi appeared right at that time with Harriot and truly wished he was still a doctor so he could be the one to help me deliver, but he refused to do anything with medicine, which I understand, and it wasn't really important at the moment, as even though I tried to ignore it, the pain was there, and it was getting unbearable.I lay on the bed as I waited for the doctor since they said
~HUDSON~I've been walking back and forth anxiously waiting for news. I swear if I don't hear from them in a few minutes from now, I am going to march in there and see for myself.“Ana is strong; I know her. She will be fine.” My sister said as she patted my back, I damn knew my wife was strong, but nothing beats labour pain, nothing.“I know she's strong; it's him I don't trust.” I said before turning to Harriot, who tried to speak to Ana’s brother, Trey, who was clearly mad at him. I realised Trey didn't like William either.“I just don't understand why you would let that jerk come here in the first place.” Trey complained before apologising to the woman beside him, my supposed sister, Nicole.“I get you, but my brother can be very sweet; just give him a chance.” She said, making me want to ball out my eyes, William, sweet? It's like mixing oil with water; it just never works.“Why the fuck are they taking so long?” I asked, running a hand over my mouth.“It's a baby Hudson. Chill.
WASHINGTON, SEATTLE 2022~ANASTASIA~Most stories open up in pleasant settings, but mine started in a prison cell. Never did I imagine I’d end up here, especially for the man I loved. God, life is unpredictable!I was staring at the dirty ceiling, watching the spiders scurry around. How had I ended up here? Then I heard a voice, snapping me back to reality.“Mrs. Rogers?” A guard's voice snapped me back to reality. “You're going home,” she said as she unlocked the cell. A smile tugged at my li-ps. Finally, I was going home—my husband was here for me. I had feared he’d forgotten about me.A few months ago, he had begged me to take the blame for hitting someone while speeding. “You’re just a housewife; it won’t affect you,” he’d said. He promised to pick me up when I got out.As we walked to the reception, my heart sank. The man waiting for me wasn’t my husband. My bail had been paid by someone else. “Of course, it’s not him,” I muttered under my breath.The officer asked if something
I was speechless. Sure, the marriage never worked out, and I expected this after his grandfather's death, but today? How could he do that when I sat in that cell for his crime?“I will have my lawyer start with the process,” He brushed his fingers across his mouth, removing lipstick, the sight of it made my heart ache.“W-what… What are you saying, William, I-”“Aren't you tired of crying?” He spoke over me. I looked up, seeing the frustration in his face as he raked a hand through his hair. “Listen, you tricked me, and your time is over, or what made you think Grandpa would never die?”“But...why now?” I whispered, trying to understand, “We can talk about this, William; we can’t just…”“Just what? Get a divorce? God, you’re such a headache.” He started rubbing his temples; he always did that and always complained about how unhappy he was, but I knew marriage wasn’t easy; I knew he wasn’t himself, so I stepped closer and tried to touch his hands, but he flinched away.“What the fck? W
My head spun as I stumbled back to the bed, clutching my chest against the stabbing pain.“I did you a favor packing your bags. I could’ve just thrown your things everywhere,” Jimena sneered, her words slicing through the silence. I ignored her, desperately trying to steady my breath.“You… you can’t be pregnant. William won’t accept it.”“Are you calling me a liar?” she snapped. I held her gaze, refusing to show how much she was hurting me. I was William’s wife. She was just his mistress. It didn’t matter if he loved her—by law and to the world, I was Mrs. Rogers.“Yes,” I said firmly, rising from the bed. “You’ve always wanted my husband. I’m sure you made this up.”“No, Anastasia,” she said, stepping closer with a wicked smile. “Liam has always loved me. You’re the one who tricked him. You came between us—”“It doesn’t matter,” I cut her off. Her expression faltered. “I’m his wife, and that’s all that counts.”“He’s going to divorce you,” she said in a confident voice. “He loves me
I was shocked. Why didn’t William allow me to leave, and most importantly, what made him think I would listen to him?I knew I was still in love with him, but I knew when to stop. I broke eye contact and freed my arm from his grip.“You’re not leaving here, Anastasia.”“Why?” I sounded confident. “Why should I not leave?”“Because I say so.”“God…” I couldn’t believe him. I shook my head as I couldn’t find the words to respond. He was full of himself.“Now go back to the guest room before I lose my patients.” He commanded. I looked at him and then at Jimena, who was as shocked as me as she left the magazine she was pretending to read and fixed her eyes on us now.“I don’t know what’s wrong with you; I mean, sure, I was a fool to fall for you but to think you own me.” I hysterically chuckled.“I own you. I don’t know if your father told you, but the situation his company is in is not good, and without me, it wouldn’t be a company.”“Wait, you’re threatening me with my father's company?
~HUDSON~I've been walking back and forth anxiously waiting for news. I swear if I don't hear from them in a few minutes from now, I am going to march in there and see for myself.“Ana is strong; I know her. She will be fine.” My sister said as she patted my back, I damn knew my wife was strong, but nothing beats labour pain, nothing.“I know she's strong; it's him I don't trust.” I said before turning to Harriot, who tried to speak to Ana’s brother, Trey, who was clearly mad at him. I realised Trey didn't like William either.“I just don't understand why you would let that jerk come here in the first place.” Trey complained before apologising to the woman beside him, my supposed sister, Nicole.“I get you, but my brother can be very sweet; just give him a chance.” She said, making me want to ball out my eyes, William, sweet? It's like mixing oil with water; it just never works.“Why the fuck are they taking so long?” I asked, running a hand over my mouth.“It's a baby Hudson. Chill.
~ANASTASIA~When I felt the smell of disinfectant, I quickly forced myself out of faint, as I knew how important it was for my son; I needed to be conscious.The nurses who attended to me immediately took me for testing, and after checking, they saw that it was time for me to deliver the boy. They said, I've been having contractions since last night. Now, I did feel some pain, but I assumed it was stress, and I swear I'm not dumb. I mean, I've been there before, so it wasn't like it was my first time, but you just can never know.Well, I was quickly rushed to the labour room, where they helped me change. Vivi appeared right at that time with Harriot and truly wished he was still a doctor so he could be the one to help me deliver, but he refused to do anything with medicine, which I understand, and it wasn't really important at the moment, as even though I tried to ignore it, the pain was there, and it was getting unbearable.I lay on the bed as I waited for the doctor since they said
Hudson and I were now exchanging words; Hudson didn't want to give in; he wanted to be there with Ana—how ridiculous.“I don't care if it's my son or not; my wife needs me, and we all know you're not capable. You were not even present when she gave birth to your daughter, so why change now?” He questioned. Okay, how did he know I was not present when Ivy was born? I mean, I came; it's just the labor room I didn't go into.“You will be a father one day; how will you feel if another man wants to take this opportunity from you?” I asked—pleaded if I'm being honest as nothing I said seemed to work, well all it earned me was a chuckle.“Gentlemen, I'm afraid labor doesn't wait for anyone, so I will ask again, who is the father?” The nurse repeated the question, and this time only I answered as Hudson ran his hands through his hair. “That settles it then, please follow—”“Treat her like I would treat her; don’t ask her anything relating to the boy,” Hudson warned, and I honestly didn't need
~WILLIAM~Harriot's call shook my world.What did he mean the baby Ana was carrying was mine?I mean, I had my doubts, especially after seeing how big it looked for it to be five months because that's how long she's been with my brother… but there was no possible way because I even had her tested when the rumors of her being pregnant came out, and it was negative, so what was he saying?Well, at this point the call had ended, so I couldn't ask him that, as when he told me, I immediately left with Julliete following behind; if not that she had stopped me from driving. I would have caused an accident as I wasn't in my right senses right now. I was frustrated and somehow relieved, so these emotions were all mixed in my system, and it was hard to concentrate on one.The baby was mine? She was carrying my son?Anastasia’s baby was mine? I was the father?Fuck! It was overwhelming and at the same time felt like a dream.I will not lie; I've prayed countless times for this, for God to do a m
~ANASTASIA~After the call with Vivi and asking Hudson to postpone the hearing, I arrived at the company; it was rather empty. Yes, Adira doesn’t operate on weekends.I walked inside, and the first person I met was Jimena; she was now like my assistant since I needed people who were in the fashion industry, plus today was Saturday. I didn’t want to bother my actual assistant, and she agreed since she owed me for my silence.“Where are we?”“All the pieces are ready; a social media Photoshoot is taking place, the models are okay, but if you ask me, I say they need so much to work on,” she said as she followed behind me while I walked to my office. “Not only their bodies but also their confidence. Gosh, it’s like they’re chicks just cracking from an egg.” She added, and I could imagine her rolling her eyes.“That’s why they have you, so what do you think?” I asked as I continued walking through the hallways.“One needs a brow lift, another maybe fillers, her cheeks, gosh, she’s like a p
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear what Juliette was saying. All I heard was, ‘On my way,’ before the call cut.Julliete was a good friend of mine; we were not only family friends but also childhood friends. We attended high school together. Remember the high school Hudson attended too? Well, she was friends with him too, and I had no choice but to speak to him as well.Hudson was not like me; I quite knew what I wanted from the start. They used to call me a nerd well before I changed in college. Hudson, on the other hand, was the popular boy—looks, tattoos, muscles, you name it. He was every girl's dream, well, nightmare, as he never stayed with a girl for more than two days. He suddenly dropped out, and the next I heard of him was on the news as the new young billionaire who multiplied his family’s businesses.He helped Juliette when she came to be close to Trey, as she was head over heels for him. Well, the playboy never paid attention; I always told her that, but she
I was searching for a car that I could collide with and not cause damage. I mean, yes, maybe the car, but not the people in it, as I didn't want anyone to get hurt, just me, or maybe just a little, as it was the sacrifice I had to make.“Or maybe I should just hire a truck to bump into me,” I said as I couldn't get a perfect car for it, the one in front of me seemed to have a family, and after fucking up my own, I couldn't afford to ruin another man’s family, and the one behind, gosh, they will easily realize, and I could shut them up. I had the money for it, but Ana then would know the truth and my efforts would be in vain.I was still trying to figure everything out when my phone, which was on the backseat, started ringing.I couldn't pick it up as it was a little far from me, but I still tried to reach it but to no success, as I had thrown it a little distance from me.The phone had stopped ringing, and that's when I saw it was raining. Well, my plan wasn't going to work now; the t
~WILLIAM~I had already bought the flowers; the shop assistant helped me pick Ana’s favorite. Apparently, I’m famous in Seattle because she recognized me. She gave me eyes when I asked her to help me pick Ana’s favorite. It’s like she knew Ana wasn’t mine anymore, that I fucked up—yes, fucked up.I mean, I had it all, a loving wife, the one who sacrificed her life—gave up on her career to be with me. Yes, I do remember Mom asking her to quit trying to work or go to college, and I thought that was it. Yep, stupid me wanted her to leave, but then she didn’t. She gave up her career for me?…I had a beautiful daughter, smart at that, ideal for a perfect family, but what did I do? Fuck it up.Remembering that made me mentally face-slap myself because what was I thinking?Why did I do this?Why did I treat Ana the way I did?It wasn’t even her fault, and I knew it…She was also drugged, but I still went on and put the blame on her. Martinez disowned her; she had no one but me. Instead of tr
~WILLIAM~“What do you mean she's not coming with us? It’s Ivy’s first game; she should be there.”“I tried to talk to her, but she didn't want to listen. Now are you coming in or not?”“Where is she?”“She's preparing for the competition.”“Opulence? She has a week for that; why would she miss her daughter's first game?”“And how am I supposed to know that?”“You’re her… husband; you should have—”“What? Talked her out of it?…” He chuckled, “The funniest thing I've heard today. Now, the game starts at three, but we should be there by two. We still have an hour.” He glanced at his wristwatch before he asked, “Do you want to help us make orange juice?” I shook my head; I still couldn't believe he was my brother. “You can come in or sit in your shitty car until we’re done.”“Mom wants to talk to you,” I said out of the blue, I don't even know why I cared. I mean, this man was about to steal my woman, and I was here trying to mend his relationship with his mom.“My mom is home, thank you