FIVE YEARS LATER
"Give me my pencil, Archie!"
"I don't have your pencil, Ayla. Stop accusing me wrongly."
"I saw you going through my bag."
"Liar!"
"Mum!"
Giselle heaved a sigh as she walked out of the kitchen with the little towel she was using to wipe her hands.
"What is going on?" she asked as she picked up Archie's school bag and zipped it up.
"Archie took my pencil," Ayla cried.
"She is lying," Archie defended.
"I saw you going through my bag!" she yelled.
"Liar!"
"Enough, please. Ayla, I will buy you a new pencil," Giselle said, taking a seat on the only sofa in their room and helping Archie wear his bag.
"Me too, Mum," Archie said.
"You have your own!" Ayla snapped.
"Ayla, stop yelling at your brother," Giselle cautioned.
She dropped her gaze. "Sorry, Mum."
Giselle sighed as she brought Ayla closer and helped her with her bag. They were both in their uniforms, ready for school, and they were already late.
Giselle was late as well for her job.
"No yelling. I am older than you," she heard Archie whisper to Ayla.
"Archie," Giselle warned.
"Sorry, Mum."
She stood up and walked towards the nightstand where her purse was. She picked it up and returned to them.
She took out some money and handed it to them.
"Buy pencils and cookies, but you must eat your lunch. If you bring back your lunch, I will stop giving you money for cookies. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Mum," they replied in unison.
"Good. I love you both so much," she said, kneeling close to them and placing kisses on their temples.
"We love you too," they echoed.
Giselle smiled as she arranged their uniforms.
"Pay attention in class and?" she asked.
"Ask questions when you don't understand," they completed.
"Good. That's my angels. No fighting. You both are one. I don't want fights."
"Yes, Mum."
"Let's go, let's go. You both are late already," she urged, standing up as they picked up their lunch boxes. She grabbed her bag, and they walked out of the room, locking the door behind them.
They headed downstairs.
It had been five years already, which felt super fast. Her babies were growing and were now students. Thanks to Blaire, her best friend, Giselle was able to work as a cleaner in the hospital where she had given birth to her kids without worrying too much about them.
The past years had been peaceful, a little less stressful, and joyful, thanks to her children. They gave her strength every single day.
Her children were non-identical twins. Archie had her brown eyes, while Ayla had hazel eyes, which Giselle assumed came from the stranger. Initially, she felt hurt whenever she looked at Ayla, but she had learned to love it. Ayla was her daughter, and Giselle knew she couldn't feel that way whenever she looked at her.
She loved Ayla regardless.
None of her kids looked like Xavier, which was another confirmation that they were not his children. This thought gave her a very horrible feeling, as they reminded her of her mistakes.
But she had managed to swallow it and move on.
The deed had already been done.
There was no changing it.
They couldn't turn back the hands of time. It was impossible to go backward.
They just had to pick up the remaining pieces of their lives and move on.
However, Giselle still hoped for a miracle.
She hoped to see Xavier again.
She missed him so much. Despite the past years, she was still in love with him.
Sometimes she wondered what he must be doing. Did he get married again? Did he have kids now?
Giselle tried to stop herself from thinking about that. It only hurt her. But she knew he deserved to be happy.
She didn't deserve him.
She had been a bad wife.
They reached the hospital gates, and Giselle stopped a tricycle for them to enter. The ride took only two minutes, and they arrived at the school. She sat in the tricycle and watched as they walked into their school.
"Bye, sweeties!" she called, waving at them.
They waved back.
After the children entered, Giselle returned to the hospital and paid the driver before walking into the hospital compound.
She paused at the sight of almost all the nurses and some doctors outside, reading something on the wall.
Curiosity piqued, she walked closer to them.
What was going on?
Her phone rang, and she took it out of her purse. It was Nikki.
She answered the call and placed the phone to her ear as she stood next to the crowd.
"Blaire,"
"Giselle, you’ve heard, right?" Blaire asked.
"Heard... what?" Giselle trailed off, glancing at the sign on the wall.
It read, "HOSPITAL BUILDING SOLD. ALL WORKERS ARE TO VACATE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE."
Oh no.
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"I am so devastated right now, Blaire," Giselle said, heaving a sigh as she relaxed on the sofa.
"I know. You should be. I mean, it's your source of income we are talking about here. You are just one step away from the streets," Blaire said, making the situation feel even more dire.
"What am I going to do? I’ve been thinking about it and trying to come up with a plan, but I end up with nothing," Giselle almost cried.
"I told you I already have a plan," Blaire said.
Giselle sighed. "What's the plan?"
"You will get a good-paying legal job through illegal means. Which means you need a forged certificate to get the job," Blaire explained.
Giselle's jaw dropped. "What?"
"I know a friend who can help you," Blaire said.
"No, I am not doing that. I don't want to get into trouble," Giselle replied.
"You are not going to get into trouble. I promise," Blaire assured her.
Giselle stared at her, and Blaire gave her a nod.
*******
DAYS LATER....
AT LENS MASTERPIECE COMPANY.....
"Good day, sir," Giselle greeted.
"Call me Rob," he said, smiling at her and showcasing his perfect makeup. He offered her a seat on the sofa opposite him.
"Your documents, please," he demanded.
Giselle handed him her file nervously, feeling her legs ache to run out of there before something went wrong.
"Calm down, Kim," Blaire's voice echoed in her head.
"Impressive," Rob complimented, still reviewing her documents.
Giselle forced a smile.
"What position can you work perfectly in?" he asked, looking at her.
She opened her mouth to speak, but the door opened, revealing the last person she expected to see there.
It was Xavier.
Giselle froze.
Xavier was focused on the file in his hands.This was real. Giselle thought."Oh, good day, Sir," Rob said, standing to his feet.Sir? Giselle thought.She looked back at Xavier. He hadn't noticed her yet; he was still busy with the file. She stood slowly, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in a very expensive blue suit, looking very different and...And more handsome."Hello, Rob," he said.A lump formed in Giselle’s throat at the sound of his voice."How was your night?" he asked."Awesome, sir. The interview started a few minutes ago," Rob replied, which made Xavier look up from his file. His eyes first went to Rob and then at Giselle.His face twitched.It was really him."Xavier," she called, staring at him with emotions in her eyes."What the hell?" he said, scowling at her.Her heart raced."What is this whore doing here?" he asked Rob, without looking away from her.A sting shot through her heart."Um... She is one of the many who came for the interview, sir," Rob stutter
Archie nodded. "I am thirsty. I want water," he said."Okay. Mummy will get you some," she replied, turning to the counter to pick up a cup. She filled it with water from the tap and walked toward her son.She handed the cup to him. He took it and drank it all, then handed back the cup."Thank you, Mum," he said."You are welcome, baby." She placed the cup back."Let's get you back to bed," she said as she led him back to the room. He climbed onto the bed, and she joined him.He stirred on the bed and placed his hand on her neck. She placed her hand on his body and kissed his temples."Good night, sweetie," she said."Goodnight, Mum," he replied.She moved her hand to Ayla and caressed her hair."Do it for your kids, Giselle," Blaire's words echoed in her mind.She heaved a sigh.---"Where are we going to, Mum?" Ayla asked as Giselle helped her with her pink dress."Yes, Mum, why aren't we wearing our uniforms?" Archie asked, already dressed in his blue t-shirt and black shorts."Tha
The files fell from her hands. The sound separated them from the kiss and attracted their attention toward her. "What the hell?" Arabella asked. Xavier scoffed mockingly. Giselle's heart ached again as she leaned down to pick up the files. The other girls joined to help her. "What incompetence," she heard Darlyn say. "What can I say, babe? People are always lousy, and they don't take their jobs seriously," Xavier replied, making Giselle look at him. He was gazing at Arabella and touching her face admiringly. Arabella scoffed. "Why don't you just fire them all?" Xavier chuckled. "Finding new employees can be stressful. You look very beautiful, by the way. I missed you," he said, smiling at her as he wrapped his hands around her waist and kissed her lips again. Like before, his eyes moved to Giselle. She dropped her gaze to the files she was picking up. She heard Xavier giggle. "I missed you too, babe," she said. More kissing sounds reached Giselle’s ears, adding to t
Xavier watched as Giselle stared at him with those beautiful brown eyes that brought back awful memories every time he looked into them. He found it hard to maintain his harshness whenever he met her gaze. It was difficult, but not impossible. He didn’t even understand why he had come out here. There she was. He couldn’t deny it: she was the only woman he had ever loved, the only woman he would do anything for. The fucking betrayer. A cheap, cheap slut. She stood before him, looking very lean and annoyingly vulnerable. Even back then, when she had been with him and he had nothing, she had looked better than the pathetic version of herself she was now. He still wondered how she had lived those past five years to become this awful. But he didn’t doubt that seeing her for the first time in five years had brought back those buried feelings. He thought her lover had left her, just as he had suspected. He had likely moved on to the next available housewife to fuck. The thought of t
“Did you see my ring on her finger? You remember it, don't you? That's my mother's diamond ring.""You had it, but you chose to defile it with your slutty ways.""But it is fine. It is now on the finger of a more beautiful and genuine woman. A celebrity model who suits my class and status."Giselle's heart tightened severely as Xavier’s awful words repeated in her mind. Tears rolled down her cheeks continuously as she focused her gaze on the road through the windows.She was currently on a bus, heading to Blaire’s place. It was late already, past closing hours. The night was cold because of the rain, and she didn't have an umbrella. According to the address Blaire had given her, she figured she would still have to walk in the rain to reach Blaire’s apartment.That was the least of her worries. She hated her life. She hated everything that was happening to her. She hated herself so much and regretted every bit of her actions from that fateful night five years ago. That night had ruined
“Bye, Mum!" Giselle's kids said in unison from the balcony for the fifth time that morning. They were waving at her, along with Blaire, who stood there with them.Giselle waved back before crossing the busy street. The street was a bit rowdy but better than where they used to live.She hadn’t slept well last night. It wasn’t because of the noise outside but because of her awful situation. She shared a room with her kids and spent the night staring at them, thinking about everything.She had started to kill her feelings for Xavier. It was going to take time, but she was trying.Giselle hoped today would be better than yesterday. She had to ignore all the negative thoughts and focus on work.Everything would be fine.She stood at the bus stop with other people, waiting for a bus. She glanced at her tiny wristwatch; it was seven o'clock. Rob had said Xavier came to work around eight, so she had just one hour.Actually, thirty minutes. She needed to be at work before Xavier. She really h
Xavier stood there, staring at his best friend, Mason, and his ex-wife, and all he could feel was rage about Mason’s hands on her. As the woman he once loved stood there, her gaze fixed downward, he couldn't help but think, *The bitch knows what she did.*"Xavier, hey," Mason said, making Xavier look at him."What is going on here?" Xavier asked, his voice sharp.Mason huffed. "Nothing. I was on my way to your office when this beautiful but quite familiar woman bumped into me." He glanced at her, but she kept her gaze down.Xavier scoffed, ignoring Mason's compliment. "Let me guess, you were once her lover?" he asked, noticing the pain flash across her face.He stared at her blankly.Mason scoffed. "Don't be ridiculous, man. I said she looks familiar. Certainly not in the way you're thinking."Xavier hummed. "I see. Well, she has a history of having lovers, which is why I thought of that when you said she is beautiful and familiar." He looked at her again. Her gaze remained downcast,
“Get that thing out of my office right now," Xavier ordered, feeling his blood boil.Giselle picked up the tray with the pieces of the shattered glasses and stood to her feet.Mason did the same. “Are you sure you are okay?" he asked Giselle. "Yes, thank you, sir," she replied, making Xavier scoff as she headed for the door."Babe, I am talking to you." Arabella caught his attention."I'm sorry, sweetie. I just can't tolerate nonsense in my office," he said, glancing at Mason.Mason heaved a sigh and walked towards Xavier's desk. "What the hell is your problem this morning, man?" he asked, taking a seat.Xavier didn’t respond."See what I told you, Arabella? Your husband-to-be woke up on the wrong side of the bed today," Mason said.Xavier threw him a glare."I can see that, Mason," Arabella said, dusting off an invisible speck on his suit and cupping his cheek. He rested his gaze on her hazel eyes, one of the things that had attracted him to her."But he had fun with me on the same
Loads of regrets washed over her as he smirked at her.She felt terrible.She felt dirty.She felt shameful.She felt pissed beyond anything. She pushed him away, and he almost fell."You bastard!" she yelled, pushing him again."Don't you ever come near me again!" she almost cried, running out of the kitchen.She ran toward the restroom and entered one of the stalls. Sitting on the toilet seat, she covered her face with her hands.She cried silently, feeling very awful.That didn’t just happen to her.He was a devil.He was a bastard!She hated him!She hated him so much.What is wrong with you, Giselle? How could she let him come near you like that?How?!What is wrong with you?!She hugged herself, sniffling.She felt so pathetic.She couldn’t believe she let this happen.She felt very awful.Damn you, Xavier.Damn you!*******After some minutes in the bathroom, she headed back to the studio. She managed to compose herself before stepping out.She still felt awful, but she had to
Giselle turned her gaze away from Xavier just as Damien pulled away from the hug. He gave her a pleasant smile, and she returned it, though a wave of nervousness still lingered beneath the surface.She felt exposed beneath the dress, knowing there was nothing underneath to shield her, though the fabric did its job—barely. The slit ran dangerously high.Harley had picked the dress for her.In fact, Harley had orchestrated everything. She had intentionally caused delays in their preparations and misled Rob with false information.She’d wanted to mess with Arabella a little, claiming Arabella would fall for the misinformation and act immediately.Giselle had her doubts—but looking at Arabella now, caked in makeup and visibly fuming, it was obvious she had taken the bait.It was actually hilarious.“So, what do you think, Damien?” Harley asked.Damien shook his head slowly, his eyes still fixed on Giselle with awe, much like the others in the room.“I think I’m going to make a lot of sale
Ava bit her lips, regretting asking the question. Well, she can't back down now. She has to finish what she started.She couldn't ignore the signs. Her curiosity had to get the best of her.She seriously can't believe Giselle is here and in front of her.The same Giselle her mean girlfriend hates so much."Um...Cameron is an old friend. She talks about her friend called Giselle sometimes." Ava said.Giselle’s face twitched."So I wanted to know if you are the same Giselle she was talking about." Ava said."Yes. Cameron is my best friend." Giselle said, smiling a little.Ava is amazed by that.Giselle is not as she expected. She just called Cameron her best friend.And happily too.Giselle is instantly reminded of the little issue between her and Cameron."But we.....," she paused, looking at her fingers but looked back at Ava. "We are not in good terms."Ava nodded. "Really? Mind telling me why?Giselle shrugged but furrowed her brows a little as she recalled something."Wait, are you
Giselle furrowed her brows as Ava continued staring at her in a blank but strange way."Do you know her?" Elodie asked Ava."What? No, no. Her name is just familiar," Ava said, extending her hand to Giselle and smiling.They shook hands."It is nice to meet you," Ava said."Same here," Giselle replied, smiling a little."So, where did you and my dad meet?" Elodie asked Giselle."I told you, princess," Damien said."I know, Dad. I just want to hear it again, but from her," Elodie said, smiling at Giselle.Giselle let out a chuckle. "We met at the mall. He was buying some pretty dresses for you," she said, making Elodie giggle."And we met again today at the company where I work," Giselle added."That means you both are meant to be," Elodie said, making them chuckle."That's enough questions, princess. Let's have dessert," Damien said, motioning toward the dining table.Elodie held Giselle's hand as they headed toward the dining table.She is so adorable, Giselle thought.When they reac
Xavier was scowling at her, still pinning her to the wall.She struggled to push him away, but his strength was always too strong to fight against."What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you keep following me, huh? Go and be with your perfect baby girlfriend," she said angrily."What's your deal with my client, huh?" he asked, ignoring her words.She scoffed. Seriously?"What's your deal with him? All of a sudden he wants a change and he chose you?""Yes, he chose me. Why do you have a problem with that?" she replied.He clenched his jaw."What? Are you upset he doesn't want your mighty celebrity model anymore?"He didn't respond but kept scowling at her."News flash, Xavier, the world doesn't, and won't revolve around her even if you are the wealthiest man on earth," she retorted.He hummed. "I see. I get it now. I see why he prefers you."She looked away from him."Damien is one of your clients, isn't he?"She looked at him with furrowed brows. "Excuse me?""He is one of those men
“Yes, that's right. Damien from the mall the other day," Harley said.Giselle nodded slightly as Damien kept staring at her. She moved a strand of her hair behind her ear nervously. He was dressed in a blue suit, looking more handsome than the first time she saw him."You didn't tell us you were THE Damien Walker of Walker Textiles. Hell, you didn't show off as a CEO," Harley said, making Damien chuckle."No, I don't do that. Especially when I was smitten by your sister here," Damien said, looking at Giselle."Oh," Harley responded.Damien smiled at Giselle, and she smiled back."She is not her sister," Xavier spoke up, claiming their attention and reminding them of his presence."What?" Damien asked."She is Harley’s assistant," Xavier said."Well, she is more than that, Damien. That's why I called her my sister," Harley said, smiling at Damien."I see," Damien said. He extended his hand to Giselle. She placed her hand in his."I am happy to see you again, sunshine. You look stunning
“We have to talk," Arabella said, making Giselle roll her eyes."I have nothing to say to you," she replied, walking past her."You think you are winning, aren't you? Because Harley has your back."Giselle stopped in her tracks and turned to her.Arabella raised her brows. “Excuse me?" Giselle asked. "You heard me.""What? Are you jealous?" Giselle asked.Arabella scoffed. "Of you? Stop dreaming, bitch."Giselle chuckled. "You are jealous, Arabella. Harley is Xavier’s only family. You are jealous because you don't have her approval to marry her brother," she said, smiling.Arabella scowled at her."I am correct, aren't I?" Giselle asked. Arabella didn't respond."I know you are young. But you shouldn't be a fool as well." Giselle said. "What the fuck did you just say to me?" Arabella asked. "You heard me. You want to marry Xavier so bad, right? You should be trying to get his sister's approval and not provoke her like you did back at the studio." Giselle said. Arabella scoffed.
Just as she had thought. That stranger was her twins' father. The DNA test results had just proved it.Her heart tightened severely as she looked at the results."I am so sorry, Giselle," Cameron said, drawing Giselle's attention."I know you wanted Xavier to be their father," Cameron added.Giselle shook her head. "It's okay. I did want that, but it is clear now. Everything ended between Xavier and me a long time ago. These results just confirmed it," she said, dropping her gaze as tears threatened to spill.Cameron quickly collected the results from her, making Giselle look at her.Cameron was staring at something behind Giselle. "Xavier’s sister is coming," she whispered, causing Giselle's heart to drop."Is something wrong, Giselle?” Harley asked.Giselle turned to her. "Huh, nothing. Nothing is wrong. Just talking with my friend," she replied.Harley folded her hands and looked at Cameron."Hmm, friend. Cameron, right?" Harley asked."Yes. Doctor Cameron, it is nice to formall
Giselle's heart pounded as Xavier got closer to her. His piercing blue eyes on hers made her very uneasy.Seriously, why is he here?!"Xavier...""What the fuck are you wearing?" he retorted.She was taken aback by his question.Was that the reason he followed her up here? To ask her about her dress?He was scowling at her.She managed to put on a smile. "I am wearing a dress. What? Do you like it?"He clenched his jaw angrily. "Don't fuck with me, Giselle," he snarled.Giselle shrugged. "What did I do?"He closed his eyes and opened them as if trying to suppress his anger.What was with him?"What is it with you and my sister, huh? Why the fucking foolishness?" he asked.She scoffed. "Foolishness? Your sister employed me as her assistant. I don't see any foolishness in that. Why does it upset you, huh?"He scowled at her."What? Do you hate the fact that I am no longer slaving around for you or cleaning like you wanted me to?" she asked, and the next thing he did was grab her arm, ca