(Winona)
This is my second night in the hotel and I’m expecting Lisa to come visit. But I need a shower because I’ve slept half the day, too sad to get out of bed. I had the hotel restaurant make her a cake and stock the mini bar.
Although I won’t be drinking alcohol, I’ll mix the drinks and pretend. I fly out tomorrow. I’m not even telling her I’m pregnant. I can’t tell anyone. Not if I want to keep my baby.
I need her to believe I’m okay because I can never have her come and visit me. We probably won’t see each other again for a while, unless I am sure Jayden’s mother won’t do anything to the child.
It’s my only hope right now. It’s fifteen minutes until she arrives. I text to say the hotel door is unlocked and to come right in, I’m having a shower. I get back a thumbs up.
The hot water cascades over me and I rub my hands over my belly. Soon enough I’ll start to show. I need to go where no one knows me or my past and reinvent myself and my story. I could stay here forever but I know I better get moving.
I turn off the water and grab a huge white fluffy hotel towel to wrap up in. I pull a thinner hair towel out of my toiletries bag and wrap it around my head. I grab the basin as I stand up because I feel like I’ll faint any second. Maybe the water was too hot or I bent over and stood up too quickly.
I can’t go to a doctor here. I’ll have to wait until I find somewhere to live in my old city, but nowhere near where I used to be. No one can remember who I am.
My other hand goes protectively to my abdomen as I hold the basin for support.
“You better not be pregnant.”
I opened my eyes in surprise. That isn’t Lisa’s voice, it’s Ashlyn.
“Oh my God, what are you doing in here? Get out!”
Her face twists into something I’ve never seen before. “The door was unlocked, you should be more careful.”
“You shouldn’t be snooping around trying doors. How did you know where I’m staying?”
“I guess I’m more resourceful than you think.” Her eyes follow my every move.
I do not feel safe right now and I’m glad Lisa will be here any minute. “You better leave before Lisa gets here.” I push past Ashlyn and go to the living room and open the door for her to leave.
“Are you pregnant?” She says as she advances.
“None of your business, is it?”
“I’m making it my business.”
I laugh to put her off her guard a little. “Feeling threatened, are we? Scared you might lose this man that loves you so, so much,” I say sarcastically.
“If you think a baby will change how he feels about you now, you are dead wrong. Jayden loves me now and I love him.” Her eyes are burning with hostility.
I could just slap her. Maybe she’s desperate enough to try anything to keep him with her. Maybe she already has.
“I’m not pregnant, Ashlyn.” I say in a bored voice. “Nothing would be worse for me right now. I just want to leave here and forget everything about Jayden. So just leave.”
She eyes me suspiciously.
“You better not be lying.” Her crazy eyes glare at me.
We’ve been friends for almost as long as me and Jayden were together. She was like a little sister to me. I taught her everything from schoolwork to relationships. Now she’s giving me strong stalker vibes.
Her family is rich too, but she seemed so different to them all. An only child like me. She wanted my friendship. I’ve never had anyone to look up to me like that.
It felt good to be a role model. We met at a cocktail evening Jayden’s mother was having. I went and said hello as she was alone in a corner. She’s three years younger than me and we talked about her struggles at high school. I offered to help her out.
She always copied me in everything. We did our makeup and hair together, we went shopping. I thought it was cute, but now I suspect she has been in love with Jayden for a long time. Probably from the start.
Since I’d recovered from my coma and been trying to convince Jayden about our love, Ashlyn was very supportive. But she was obviously shocked to see me back and they were obviously a lot closer than I was comfortable with.
She seemed so calm and loving to him, making him believe that she respects our marriage if that’s what he decided. Soon after I came back to find him, I realized they had more than a friendship and that his family, especially his mother, much preferred Ashlyn over me.
“Are you afraid of the day he remembers me?” I counter as she passes me to go out the door. “Afraid he’ll want what you and I both know we had again?”
Seeing her face turned as white as a sheet, gives me some satisfaction.
But then her face hardens. “Won’t matter if you’re not going to be alive when he remembers.” Her expression now really scares me. I stop myself from talking back because I have a baby to think of.
Unlike me, they all come from powerful families and endless money.
Without the Jayden I knew and loved, there’s no one to protect me or this child.
“Ashlyn, I’m leaving tomorrow. I’m not pregnant and It’s obvious Jayden loves you now. I accept that. Just let me go and live my life. I hope the two of you are very happy.”
“What in the hell is she doing here?” Lisa is storming along the hallway towards us in the doorway.
She grabs Ashlyn by the sleeve and pulls her out of the doorway away from me. “I should slap you silly. How dare you be here. You got what you wanted. Leave Winona alone or you’ll be picking gravel out of your perfect white teeth.”
“Lisa. It’s okay. She was just leaving.”
“Damn right she’s leaving.” Lisa has her hands on her hips.
Ashlyn goes past her and we go inside and shut the door. I lock it.
“What was that about? Why did you let her in here?”
“I didn’t. I’d left the door unlocked and next thing she was in the bathroom with me.”
“I’m telling you, she’s a strange one. I always thought that. Stage five clinger.”
“Look, let’s just enjoy our night. Forget her. Forget Jayden. This is a new start. Let me go and get dressed then I’ll pour us drinks.”
“Sounds perfect.”
I’m not going to cry but I want to. Tonight may be the last time I see my best friend in the whole world and I can’t even share the most amazing experience of my life with her. She would make such an awesome aunt.
But tomorrow is the start of the rest of my life. I’m giving up so much. My friends, my very best friend. My whole life as it was has changed. The more I think about existing here like this, the more that a change appeals to me.
There’s really nothing but reminders of a life I can never get back here. I know my foster-mom will love having me there and she’ll love doting on the baby. I can’t go anywhere else and start new. I need to rebuild myself.
Above all else, I need to fade away and not have anyone come looking, so not even a sniff of me being pregnant can get out. I’m quite sure everyone here will be glad to say goodbye to all the drama I’ve brought lately.
None more than Lisa. I’ve constantly asked her about the night Jayden and I slept together two months ago. She was there, so was Lance, but they swear they can’t remember anything. I may never find out who drugged Jayden that night or why.
But I’m prepared to let it go for the sake of the baby. Jayden and I are divorced and he is getting married to Ashlyn. That’s all the information I need right now.
I’ve never been so unsure about anything, but I’m not afraid to do it.
(Winona)Moving to the city I grew up in was a real struggle at first. It’s been three years and slowly each day got better. The tiny life growing inside me made me stronger. This wasn’t just about me.After giving birth to my beautiful girl, I started a little firm as a marketing and financial advisor, putting my education to use. It seemed being able to put forward proposals for successful marketing campaigns is something I’m very excellent at.All of my smaller company campaigns have been going like wildfire. Enough to get the attention of several larger firms. Bigger contracts really turn things around in the corporate world.I guess time does heal all wounds. It’s been the best time of my life since the divorce. Mostly because I’m a mother now and she is the most important thing in the world to me.Would I love being a complete family? Sure. But families come in all shapes and sizes and mine is my daughter and my foster mother who stepped in without hesitation and welcomed me and
(Jayden)It really is her. I saw her picture when my head of digital marketing brought this small firm to my attention. I see him kiss her and anger swells inside me and I get a flash of something. A pain in my head and Winona in a similar suit and me kissing her and wishing her luck for an interview.Then the pain is gone and the only thing I feel now is annoyance. How unprofessional of them. Aren’t they supposed to be business partners? I mean she has every right to move on but for some reason I can’t shake the anger right now.Her eyes are locked onto mine and her face reddens. I push open the door and stride in as if I couldn’t care less. I have a very lucrative contract in my hand and it will get signed today.I place it on the desk. “It’s all in there, you have twenty-four hours to sign. If you don’t sign, there will never be another offer from our company.”I remember the last time I told her to sign papers, three years ago. Divorce papers.She certainly isn’t crying this time
(Jayden)Something about Winona’s picture with her bright, warm smile and her shining, proud eyes triggered something inside of me. I had to see her again. Even if she’d been on the bottom of the list. Also I wasn’t surprised to see her at the top. For some reason I knew she would be the best at what she did.Something deep inside me told me she always was. As soon as I laid eyes on her I was not going to take no for an answer. He kissed and I saw her gently push him away. There’s a feeling inside me even now I don’t understand. Why him touching her should bother me, I don’t know. It doesn’t, it was just the shock of running into her again.I flick up her picture on my screen.Another vision flashes into my head: Winona, her smile was even brighter than the picture on my screen. She’s laughing and I’m spinning her around.A sharp pain hits inside my head. Damn, that hurts so bad. Maybe I should go see the doc. They did say I may have issues, especially if I started remembering. Am I
(Winona)He didn’t do anything but agree with me when I called him to say I wasn’t signing anything until we spoke in private. I’ve almost convinced myself to tell him about Abby. I’m certainly second-guessing why I need to convince him she isn’t his. Maybe it will all be okay.I haven’t heard anything from Ashlyn or his mother since the divorce, so I’m sure they don’t care one way or another now that the wedding is imminent. If they really wanted to find me and cause trouble, they could’ve done it.Jayden seemed a little strange when he came to my office last week. Like he was angry but then also confused. I guess he still sees me as the evil woman that wanted to get between him and his girlfriend. But the Brennans only do business with the best, so I know he can’t just walk away from me because the other business heads will want to know why.Jayden never lets his personal life interfere with his business.The probability that my business could get shut down due to some ancient hist
(Winona)When I got back to the hotel, my daughter greeted me with the most adorable smile and ran up for a hug. “Mommy!”“Hi sweety. Are you having fun?”“Puppy,” she says, holding up her favorite teddy.“Puppy is so cute.”She wriggles and I put her down. Someone rings the doorbell. Must be housekeeping. Abby clings to my leg.When I open the door, I find Ashlyn staring at me angrily. Abby is quite shy, so she runs off to probably go find Anne. Thank goodness, Ashlyn wouldn’t have gotten a good look at her face. I step outside and shut the door behind me.“Why are you here? Did you follow me?” I say and watch her eyebrows raise as she has seen a child and she must guess I’m now a mother.She pushes up closer. She is shaking, with anger or nervousness, I don’t know. But she is definitely upset. “You told me you weren’t pregnant.”“And I wasn’t. But I met a man and we went into business together and then started dating. Abby is the result of that. Not that it’s any of your business.
(Winona)It’s the day of the party. Boy, the week just flew past. I don’t think I’ve ever worked that hard, but I achieved what I wanted. I also didn’t have to lock horns with Jayden much and I never saw Ashlyn or his mother Judy in that time. All in all, it’s been a good week and the past hasn’t come back to haunt me as much as I thought it would. Maybe this will all be fine, after all. But then there’s Abby that no one knows about except Ashlyn, and she can’t have told Judy or Jayden yet as they would be all over me about it. I wonder why? I can’t keep her a secret for much longer and I still haven’t been able to talk to Phillip about the solution.To be honest there is no permanent solution once they all see her because she looks like her father so much and short of dying her hair and using colored contact lenses, the truth will come out eventually. If I can just determine when that will be it will help keep Abby out of any drama.Ideally, I’d like for Jayden to remember somethi
(Winona)I turn around. My heart is pounding and I’m trying to concentrate on keeping my breathing even. It’s unbelievable that I’m even here, about to be civil to these two. I’d never have thought it possible two weeks ago.I steel myself, paste a smile on my face and turn.Jayden is standing there smiling and he looks amazing in his tuxedo with Ashlyn by his side. They look perfect together, just like Jayden and I had looked perfect together at our senior prom. The night we’d finally made love for the first time.He was older now but no less sexy. Definitely more sexy than ever. Not that I had any right or need to notice. But deep inside, the sight of him still affected me like he always had. We should be a happy family right now instead of this absolute mess. But I can’t dwell on that fact. I smile at Ashlyn, clinging to Jayden’s arm.She’s wearing an off-the-shoulder red dress that hugs her super-slim body tightly. I wore that exact same style and shade to senior prom. She’d helpe
(Jayden)I hear screams and I see people gathered near the bathroom doors. Wait, is that Winona? I rushed over. What the hell has happened? Ashlyn is on the floor and Winona is standing over her. I see Phillip moving quickly towards them too and many eyes are interested.Damn it. It will be all over the media channels tomorrow.Now I’m close enough to hear Ashlyn’s words.“I didn’t know it was yours. I’m sorry! Please don’t push me again!” Ashlyn pleads.I see Winona roll her eyes. “Push you? I should kick your ass, is what I should do.” Winona says. “But honestly I can’t be bothered wasting the energy on either of you.” Winona glares at me.“Ashlyn? What happened?” I ask but my eyes are still locked with Winona’s.Ashlyn sobs her words. “She snatched the necklace from me and pushed me over. She’s a bitch. She hates me.”I help Ashlyn up and see the nail marks on her neck. “What the actual fuck are you doing attacking my Fiancée?” I demand.Winona looks surprisingly calm. She just s
(Winona)I type out the message carefully, pausing after each sentence to make sure I haven’t missed anything. This appointment has to be airtight in terms of confidentiality—no chance of anyone finding out what it’s really about.W: Hi, I’d like to confirm an ultrasound appointment. Discretion is critical. Can you ensure my records are sealed and only accessible to me and the attending physician?The response comes quickly, and I feel a flicker of relief.Clinic: Of course, Mrs. Brennan. Your privacy is our utmost priority. We have a slot available tomorrow at 10 a.m. Will that work for you?W: Perfect. Thank you.I sit back and stare at the phone, the screen glowing in the soft afternoon light streaming through the cottage window. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’ll hear the baby’s heartbeat. And if everything’s okay. If.I type another message, this time to Jayden.W: Scan is tomorrow. 10am. U think u can pull off the magic plan?His reply comes a few minutes later, as calm and collected.J:
(Winona)The cottage is alive with movement as staff bustle about, tidying rooms and preparing meals. I sit on the couch, sipping peppermint tea, and trying to make sense of my swirling thoughts.The kids are at school, which gives me a rare morning of peace—or at least as close to peace as I can get with my life.The front door creaks open, and Lisa strides in. She’s wearing a bright, flowy dress I don’t think I’ve seen before, her cheeks glowing pink, her smile practically lighting up the room.“Wow,” I say, setting my cup down. “You look like someone just proposed to you. How is cloud nine? It’s been a minute since I visited.”Lisa laughs, dropping her bag by the door. “Not quite a proposal. But if he did, I wouldn’t have said no.”I blink, taken aback by her reply. Lisa never says things like that—not without a heavy dose of sarcasm. “Okay, spill. Where have you been? I haven’t seen you since you said you were having dinner with Lance, night before last. What happened?”She flops
(Jayden)Evening settles over London as Viktor and I sift through the day’s progress in my suite. The investigation is almost over.I lean back in my chair, arms crossed, as Viktor shows me a file on his tablet.“I’ve identified the staff member who delivered the envelope,” Viktor says, his voice steady.“Someone in the Nexus Global network?” I ask, leaning forward.Viktor nods. “No. A junior member of the investigation team. She’s young, new to the company.”“Did she know what she was doing?”“Unlikely. Judy has a knack for using people without them realizing they’re being used. We’re watching her for now. It’s better Judy believes her line of communication is secure.”“Yes. It was most likely a one off just to get that envelope on my desk.”Viktor nods, but before he can respond, there’s a knock at the suite’s door. He exchanges a glance with me before heading along the hallway to answer it. I remain seated, my mind already racing with possibilities. It has to be her.I don’t move t
(Cass)“Cass,” Chef Thierry’s voice cuts through the chaos, sharp and commanding. It’s nice to hear an English word at last. I haven’t hear many in three days.I glance up, still scrubbing. He’s standing a few feet away, holding a small bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. His expression is inscrutable, his sharp features etched like stone.“Here. As you are the… ‘ow you say, soup expert…” He gestures with the spoon, offering it to me. “Taste.”I wipe my hands on my apron, glancing around.They can be scared of him. I’m not. He’s just a man doing a job, like any other man.Taking the spoon, I dip it into the soup he’s holding and taste.The flavors bloom on my tongue—rich, earthy, with a faint hint of bitterness. It’s incredible, no question, but... there’s something missing.Thierry’s eyes narrow as he watches me, waiting. Almost daring me to defy him again.I grab a clean spoon, dip it into a jar of honey I’d seen him use earlier, and swirl a small amount into the soup. Then I
(Winona)Later that night, I curl up in bed, one eye on the baby monitor and the other on my phone. My laptop sits beside me, tabs open with properties and travel options, but I can’t focus.My thoughts are a tangled mess, and texting Jayden is the only way to untangle them.I feel like it’s safe. Staff don’t stay here at the cottage overnight. We’d agreed to debrief each other every evening. No matter what. It will help me keep my ducks in a row, or at least in some form of organized panic.I need this ultrasound fast, so we can get out of here and let Jayden and Viktor do their thing. I type him a message.W: Hey. Got a sec?It doesn’t take long before the little dots appear.J: Always. What’s up?W: Dr said I need an ultrasound ASAP. Big Q is... how tf do we make it happen w/o her finding out?J: We’ll figure it out. I’ll make it happen.So simple, like it’s nothing. I know it’s not nothing. But I do believe he will manage it. Lately he is doing exactly what he says he’ll do.I me
(Winona)I sit in the starkly white exam room, tapping my fingers on the cold metal armrest of the chair. The anxiety radiates through my body as I wait for the doctor to return with my medical history files.Klara assured me he was one of the best general doctors in Brussels, known for his discretion and thoroughness.The door swings open, and Dr. Fischer, a tall man in his early fifties with wire-rimmed glasses, strides in. His accent is distinctly Germanic, every word precise and measured. He offers a smile, but there’s something reassuringly serious about his demeanor.“Ah, Frau Brennan,” he says, settling into the chair across from me and clicking open a folder. “I have reviewed your medical history and current concerns. How are you feeling today?”I shift uncomfortably. “Physically, I’ve been okay. A little queasy this morning, but nothing alarming. Mentally... well, there’s a lot riding on this pregnancy.”He nods, his brow furrowing slightly as he reads through my file. “Yes,
(Winona)The morning sun spills into the living room and laughter fills the space as I walk out into the living area to the kids already playing. It’s become a common sound here, one that warms me and brings a smile to my face even as my mind churns with plans and worries.They are up, dressed and ready for their day at school. They go twice a week and are all learning the local language along with being taught in English.This place, this life, has become a haven in ways I didn’t expect. It’s hard to think about leaving, but we have to. I wonder if the kids are more excited about going back to the States than I am right now?“Good morning. Well, look at you three! All ready for your day. I better get some breakfast on.”“Good morning, Mommy. It’s school day, yay!” Abby says as she bops about the floor.“You’ve only been a few times, how are you all liking the little school?”“Everyone’s really nice. I’ve learned some new words in Flemish and Dutch. Plus, they have the best lunches.”
(Winona)I sit at the dining table, laptop open, and browse through cruise options, trying to piece together a plan that makes sense. Every search result that pops up seems to end in Florida.The very name of that state sends a shiver down my spine. Cancun isn’t all that far from Florida, and the memories of Cass’s kidnapping creep back in, making my stomach clench. It feels like a warning, a reminder that danger is never far away.I guess that was one disaster that Judy didn’t have her hand in. Gus took the fall and is headed for jail as a traitor to stop the crime syndicate from targeting his family.But the fact is, that smuggling ring runs deep and wide. They are still in operation and Greg’s secret Cuban family have direct links. Nothing has been proven against Gabriel.I don’t know what the situation is with him and Cass. But I force myself not to stress over that now.I sigh and click on another tab, this one for a road travel planner. Flying directly from Florida to our final
(Jayden)Back in London, I stare at the text my mother sent after I got the photos.Hard to believe that was just a few days ago. Now it feels like a lifetime. Everything has changed.My best friend relationship has imploded in the worst way. We’ll never be the same again. I can barely remember my life without Lance. We were like brothers. Not any longer.Even if Winona and I can get through this together, once again we are forced apart by my mother’s doing. Okay, Winona gave her the ammunition.But the way she’s used that to be the most damaging, isolating me from my close relationships, trying to give me no choice but her as my sole support. It makes it all icky.Regardless of the wrongs or rights of this situation, I need Judy to not be influencing my life behind the scenes. I need her to just let me go. If getting her in jail does that, then that’s what I do.The no-contact order wasn’t enough to make her see that it’s over for her and I. I won’t keep running away. Okay, I need to