Summer’s Point of View I gathered the papers and carefully examined every page. It dawned on me that this contract was identical to the one we had signed four years ago, with the only change being the names. I was now Party A, and he was Party B. Moreover, the contract duration was not just three months as I had previously thought, but rather three years. “Wait...three years?!” I set the papers down and gazed at him with a puzzled expression. “Why would I agree… for three years with you?” “Do you not want to?” he inquired, flashing a slight grin. “No problem. Just deliver the message to Harvey. I’ll see him in court.” I gave him a stern look in response to his words. “Your terms have too many demands, Mr. Carter!” “But you sought the same thing as me before.” “But three months and three years are vastly different spans of time!” He simply shrugged his shoulders and said, “I will not force you if you don’t want it.” As he was about to return the papers to his drawers, I interve
Summer’s Point of View“A favor?” I inquired. “I’ll do my best, Senior. However, my life has undergone a significant change, and I’m not sure if I’m still capable of fulfilling anything.”He shook his head and stated, “Whether you have the money or not, you are still the Summer I know. I regret holding so much resentment towards you, despite knowing that you had no fault in the unfortunate ending of Steven’s parents.” He looked away and scanned the garden. “I have harbored so much pain in my heart that it has become toxic in my mind. And I regret it…”I released Stefani from my hold and got down on my knees in front of Senior Carter. “You don’t need to concern yourself with it, Senior. I’ve never held any resentment towards you. I fathom your frustration and anguish, so let’s leave everything in the past and progress towards a better future.”“Thank you,” he whispered, then shifted his gaze back to Stefani. “About my favor…”“Yes?”“If it’s alright with you, would you mind allowing yo
Summer’s Point of ViewWe were relieved when Senior’s breathing stabilized, allowing us to relax a bit. However, it had already been two days, and he was still not leaving Nana’s coffin. Today was Nana’s final day.As I sat there quietly observing, I couldn't help but notice how tightly he clung to the coffin as if he couldn't bear to let it go. His silence was worrisome and left me with a sense of concern.Nestled within the depths of the individual’s being, there existed a heart of remarkable tenderness. Like a delicate flower, it possessed an innate capacity to love and be loved, radiating warmth and affection for all who crossed its path. Yet, this tender heart was not without its vulnerabilities. It stood as a fragile entity, susceptible to the harsh winds of life that threatened to shatter its very essence. With each beat, it carried the weight of past hurts and the scars of emotional wounds, a testament to the profound depth of its capacity to feel. The depths of sorrow and mou
Steven’s Point of View It was already evening when I heard a light knock on the door. “Come in.” “Mr. Carter, I have attached the report you requested.” “Brandon, did you manage to find the information I asked for?” I inquired, scanning through the photos on my desk, which had been sent to me four years ago following Summer’s disappearance. “It’s strange,” I muttered to myself. Standing up, I walked towards the glass wall to watch at the city below the building. It had been four years ago that I had stood in front of this very same building, pondering about Summer’s whereabouts within one of these skyscrapers. And yet, there I was again, staring into the past and reminiscing about what could have been. “Of course, Mister Carter,” replied Brandon. “I have located the person you requested me to find. Here is the information I have collected.” As he handed me a white folder, he bowed and continued, “Based on my findings, they left the country on the same day, but not together. Addit
Steven’s Point of ViewI carefully set the plastic bag on the table directly in front of the couch where she turned sleeping. She lay on her side, using one hand as a pillow, while the other clutched onto a photo album. I approached her in a slow and purposeful crouch, ensuring my movements were deliberate and unhurried.As I drew closer, I delicately reached out to sweep away the stray tendrils of hair that rested upon her noble face. Each strand, like a delicate wisp of silk, was carefully lifted away, revealing the captivating features that lay beneath. The soft touch of my fingertips against her skin was a tender caress, a gesture of utmost care and devotion. In that intimate moment, time seemed to stand still, as if the world around us faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of us connected in that quiet, profound act of affection.She had been blissfully unaware of the world around her as she continued to slumber peacefully. The soft rhythm of her breaths, like a gentle
Summer’s Point of View Noticing his surprise, I quickly switched to a different subject. My assumption that he reciprocated my feelings was clearly self-indulgent. “On another note, I have no desire to stay in this house indefinitely. I plan to construct a new shop which will help me save up, so I hope you can help me with this one. This way, when my three-year contract is up and I choose to leave the country, I’ll have some funds to rely on.” “Why do you still need that?” he inquired, his brow furrowing. “I can give you everything you want.” “I’m sorry, Mister Carter, but I cannot accept your money,” I said coldly. “I will repay the amount you spend on building my new shop because I do not wish to owe you anything. I do not want to be indebted to you for the rest of my life.” I paused for a moment before continuing. “Moreover, I do not want Stefani to be caught up in this situation, especially if his father returns.” He stopped for a moment, but quickly regained his composure. “Yo
Steven’s Point of ViewJust as I was about to shut the door, assuming that Stefani would no longer follow me, I was taken aback when she timidly poked her head into my room and asked, “Excuse me, can I come in?”I gazed at her for some time, pondering why this young girl held such a special place in my heart. Each time I laid eyes on her, it brought to mind the two angels I had lost. Despite knowing that she was the offspring of Summer and another man, I could not muster any anger. Instead, a deep yearning filled me, and all I desired was to hold her close in my embrace.I let out a sigh and put on a faint smile, trying not to scare her. “Please don’t stick your head out like that or I might accidentally close the door and hit you. It’s not safe.”She looked at me with her rosy cheeks and innocent eyes, reminiscent of the way her mother used to catch me whenever she was up to mischief. “May I enter now, Mister?” she reiterated.I widened the doorway to let her in. “Feel free to take a
Steven’s Point of View“What do you mean I looked like your dad?” I asked, lowering into a deeper squat. “Have you already seen your dad?”“That’s what Mom said.”“What did she say, exactly?” I urged, my heart brimming with confusion. “She said he’s tall and handsome, looking like a prince,” came the reply. “Just like how Mister looks!”I let out a sigh of disappointment. ‘So, that’s what she meant…’“Mister looks so princely and tall! And you’re also wealthy!” She clasped her hands over her cheeks and closed her eyes, swaying her body dreamily. “Just like how my mom described my dad’s appearance.”I shut myself off, experiencing the intense agony that pierced through my chest. But soon after, I reopened my eyes and flashed a smile at her. “Absolutely not. I don’t want to resemble your father!”Her pouted lips and furrowed brows presented her displeasure. “And why is that?”“Because I’m taller and better-looking! I bet your dad isn’t as good-looking as I am!”“No, my daddy is more han
The house was aglow with festive cheer. Warm lights twinkled on the Christmas tree, and the scent of cinnamon, pine, and freshly baked cookies filled the air. Stefani stood in the kitchen, putting the final touches on a tray of cupcakes. The sound of laughter and chatter echoed through the living room, where both sides of the family—hers and Jacob’s—had gathered for the holidays.This was exactly how she had always imagined it—a full house, filled with the people she loved most. The twins, Elara and Ethan, were playing with their new toys, their excitement bubbling over as they showed their grandparents everything Santa had brought. Stefani glanced over at them and smiled softly, feeling a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the fire crackling in the fireplace.It was Christmas, and in just a few days, it would be New Year’s Eve. A fresh start. Stefani couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed since the last holiday season. The ups and downs, the struggles, the tri
The warm sunlight streamed through the curtains as Stefani stretched, listening to the excited giggles from down the hall. Today was a special day, one she had been anticipating for weeks—Ethan and Elara's fifth birthday. Five years. Stefani could hardly believe how quickly time had flown. It felt like just yesterday she was cradling two tiny newborns in her arms, overwhelmed with love and exhaustion. Now, they were running around the house, full of energy and life, growing faster than she ever thought possible.The house buzzed with activity as Stefani got ready. Balloons lined the walls, colorful streamers were draped across the ceiling, and the smell of freshly baked cake filled the air. Today wasn’t just about celebrating the twins; it was also about celebrating how far their family had come—through sleepless nights, laughter-filled days, and moments that had tested them but ultimately brought them closer.“Mommy!” Elara’s voice echoed down the hallway, followed by the sound of li
Stefani’s heart fluttered with excitement as she paced the living room, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. She glanced at the clock for the hundredth time, mentally calculating the minutes left before Jacob was supposed to arrive. The house had been transformed into a celebration space, a labor of love that had taken weeks of planning and countless late nights spent coordinating with friends and family. The air was thick with anticipation, and the only thing left to do was wait for the guest of honor to walk through the door.Jacob had reached a major milestone in his career—winning a prestigious award for excellence in business management, something that had been his goal for years. It was a recognition of his hard work, long hours, and dedication, but more than that, it was a symbol of how far he had come. Stefani had watched him pour his heart and soul into his work, even though he once lost sight of their family.So, when she heard about the award, Stefani knew she had to cel
The sun was just starting to rise, casting a golden glow over the city, but Stefani had been up for hours. Her heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nerves as she stood in front of the mirror, brushing her hair and making final adjustments to her outfit. Today was the day. After years of dreaming, planning, and putting it off for her family, she was about to open her very own bakery.Stefani had always loved baking. It was more than a hobby for her; it was a passion, a way to express her creativity and share joy with others. From the time she was little, she would spend hours in the kitchen, covered in flour and experimenting with different flavors. But as life moved forward—marriage, children, and all the responsibilities that came with them—her dream of opening her own bakery had taken a back seat.Until now.Jacob had been her biggest supporter, urging her to follow her heart and make this dream a reality. He’d helped her find the perfect location for the bakery—a charming l
The school auditorium buzzed with excitement, filled with the soft murmur of parents, teachers, and children waiting for the talent show to begin. Stefani sat beside Jacob in the front row, her heart racing with a mix of pride and anticipation. She held Jacob’s hand tightly, glancing at the small stage where, in just a few moments, Ethan and Elara would perform in their first-ever talent show.The twins, now five years old, had been practicing for weeks. Every day after school, Stefani and Jacob would find them in the living room, dancing, singing, and occasionally arguing over who got to lead. It had been a rollercoaster of giggles, minor frustrations, and endless rehearsals. Now, the big day had finally arrived.Stefani shifted in her seat, excitement bubbling in her chest as she watched the children backstage. "I can't believe our babies are up there," she whispered to Jacob, her voice filled with awe. "It feels like just yesterday they were learning to walk."Jacob smiled, squeezi
The gentle breeze rolled off the sea, carrying with it the salty freshness of the ocean. The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a golden glow over the pristine sands of the island they had just arrived on. It felt surreal to Stefani—the beauty of the place, the laughter of her children echoing in the air as Ethan and Elara chased each other down the shore. This island was nothing like anywhere they had been before, and for the first time in a long while, Stefani felt the worries of everyday life slip away.Jacob stood beside her, his eyes locked on the twins with a soft smile tugging at his lips. “It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice warm.Stefani nodded, her fingers lacing through his as she leaned into him. “It’s perfect,” she whispered. “I can’t believe we’re actually here. No work, no stress—just us.”He glanced down at her, something unreadable in his expression. “That’s exactly what I wanted, Stef. Just us. We’ve been through a lot, and I thought we could use so
It was a Wednesday afternoon when Stefani sat by the window, staring out at the garden while Elara and Ethan played outside. Their laughter echoed through the yard, but Stefani couldn’t find it in herself to join in. Her mind was miles away, consumed by the growing distance between her and Jacob.Days had turned into weeks since their last conversation about his workaholic tendencies, and though Jacob had apologized and promised to do better, nothing had changed. He was still coming home late, still missing family dinners, and still buried in projects that seemed more important than their family.The door opened, and Jacob walked in, looking as exhausted as ever. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his shirt was wrinkled from a long day at the office. He glanced at Stefani, his eyes filled with that same apologetic look she had grown used to."Hey," he greeted her, dropping his briefcase by the door. "Sorry I'm late again. The meeting ran longer than expected."Stefani sighed, h
Stefani sat at the dinner table, her eyes tracing the empty seat across from her. The warm glow from the chandelier above felt dim compared to the brightness that used to fill their family meals. It wasn’t the first night Jacob had missed dinner, but it felt like the hundredth. His absence weighed heavily on her heart, an unspoken distance growing between them.Elara and Ethan, now five, chatted animatedly as they poked at their food, their little voices filling the silence Jacob had left behind. Stefani tried to focus on their laughter, their joy, but her mind kept drifting back to the clock on the wall, ticking louder and louder with every passing second. Each tick felt like a reminder that Jacob was missing yet another evening with his family.“Mommy, when is Daddy coming home?” Ethan’s soft voice cut through her thoughts. His big brown eyes were filled with innocent hope, the kind that still believed his father would walk through the door at any moment.Stefani’s heart clenched. S
Stefani sat by the window in their bedroom, watching the sunset as the soft orange hues danced across the horizon. The house was unusually quiet, save for the distant laughter of their children playing in the living room with their grandparents. She sighed, clutching her phone as her thumb hovered over Jacob’s contact.It had only been a few hours since she last saw him. He had left early in the morning for a meeting, and now the day was fading into night, with no sign of him returning. She knew Jacob loved her deeply, and she had no reason to doubt his loyalty. But still, the whisper of insecurities crawled into her mind ever since Olivia started working in his office.Despite Jacob’s reassurances and the fact that Olivia no longer bothered him, Stefani couldn't help but feel unsettled. She had always been confident in their relationship, but lately, small things seemed to gnaw at her sense of security. The little voice in her head was louder than usual.What if Olivia is still aroun