Aria’s POVI took a deep breath as I prepared for my scheduled prenatal check-up. The weekend was the only time I could fit it in, and I didn’t want to delay it any longer. With my appointment confirmed, I decided to have a quick breakfast at a nearby café before heading to the clinic. I grabbed my
Aria’s POVSeeing Samuel’s thoughtful expression, I suddenly got worried that the doctor’s remark might have made him feel awkward, strange, or troubled. “Samuel’s a really good friend, Dr. Lewis,” I emphasized when the ultrasound was done. “I’m divorced, so... I’m going through this on my own.”Dr
Aria’s POVI was at my desk, finishing up a report, when my email notification chimed. I clicked on the new message and read the subject line: Access to Retrieve Belongings from Apartment 3B. My heart skipped a beat as I opened the email, scanning the content quickly. The building management had fi
Aria’s POVOver the weekend, I had finally moved into my new apartment, the cozy place owned by Alex. It was certainly a fresh start, and I couldn’t help but feel like things are going to just keep getting better. I stood in front of my wardrobe, rifling through hangers of clothes. It felt exhilara
Aria’s POVMy heart skipped a beat, sensing the gravity in his voice. My mind raced, anticipating and anxious about what Samuel was going to say.However, just as Samuel was about to speak, someone came over and interrupted him. It was Shane's friend, Pierre. I remembered the last time he’d tried to
Victor’s POVOh, damn. Why am I back here? The evening sun cast a golden hue across the cityscape outside my office window as I sat behind my desk, the clock ticking away the seconds to 7 PM. I had flown back to the United States from the Netherlands earlier than planned, just two days ago, cutting
Aria’s POVWeeks had passed, and I still hadn’t found out what Samuel had wanted to tell me that last time. He'd made up some excuse and brushed it off, saying we’d talk about it when the right time came. I found it odd, but I didn’t push it. Now, as I headed to the maternity clinic for a checkup,
Victor’s POVI can’t believe it. The baby’s not mine. I’m not the father. These thoughts kept running through my head as I made my way back to my hotel. I felt as if I’d been punched hard on the face, like life had been drained out of me. All day long I couldn’t eat or sleep, and I felt so restless