Stella’s P.O.V.Two Weeks LaterAfter the last lecture of the day, I leave for the mall. Tomorrow is my birthday, but all I can think about is surprising Alex. For the past two weeks, I’ve been holding back from telling him how I really feel, resisting the urge to confess my love. I want this moment to be perfect, something unforgettable—for both of us.I’ve waited for his arm to heal properly, and now that he’s almost back to full strength, it feels like the perfect time to show him how much he means to me.Thankfully, he has gone to another college for a basketball match today, giving me the entire day to arrange everything for my surprise.I’m going to buy a dress for myself, but it’ll be a sexy one—just for Alex. He makes me feel confident about my body, and I know that now when I wear it, I’ll truly love how I look. That asshole used to make me feel horrible about myself every chance he got, but Alex is completely different. There’s no comparison between them. My Alex is perfect—
Alex’s P.O.V.I end the call and grip my phone tightly. All I wanted was to surprise Stella for her birthday. But now, I’ve hurt her when I meant to make her feel special.I hurry toward the parking lot, my heart pounding with worry.Shit! I shouldn’t have lied to her. The betrayal of her ex-boyfriend has left deep scars on her which take time to heal. She is trying so hard to move on and give a second chance to love. And now, because of my lie, she’s reliving that pain.I’m such an idiot.As I reach the parking lot, I spot her near her car. She’s standing there, her arms wrapped around herself, her eyes moist. She looks small and vulnerable. My heart aches at the sight.I just rush towards her and embrace her tightly into my arms. “I’m so fucking sorry, Flower. Trust me, I had no intention of hurting you.” I apologise, pulling her closer to me.“I trust you, Alex. In fact, I’m sorry for doubting you in the first place.”A smile flashes across my face at her words, and I pull her back
Alex’s P.O.V.“Anyway, what were you doing in the mall?” I question, glancing at Stella, who is sitting in the passenger seat beside me as I drive us back home.“Actually, I’ve also planned something for my birthday.”My eyes widen in surprise at her words. “What? Why didn’t you tell me?”“Because it was a surprise for you, Alex.” She pouts at me.I shake my head in disbelief. “You’re planning something for me on your birthday? Unbelievable.”“You deserve it.” She locks her eyes filled with profound love on me. “You’ve done so much for me, Alex. I want this birthday to be about us.”I glance over, feeling like I’m falling for her all over again. “You know, you’re amazing.”She reaches over and squeezes my hand. “Then just wait. Tomorrow will be unforgettable—for both of us. And you won’t stop praising me.”“I’m quite excited now. But what about the surprise I’ve planned for you?” I raise my brows at her.“Your surprise?” She taps her finger on her chin thoughtfully, which brings a smi
Stella’s P.O.V. "Can we have the same sandwich we had last time, please?" I ask as he opens my door and I step out. “No.” He denies it, shutting the door close. I look at him in shock. “Why?” He lets out a laugh, tapping my nose. "I was just kidding, Stella. Of course, we can have that sandwich. Today, whatever you want, we'll do. It's your day, my love." “Who could’ve thought that the Mr Grumpy would get so sweet one day.” I pull his cheeks, causing him to chuckle. “Now I’m yours Mr NMG.” He leans in and pecks on my cheek, making me grin. Then we head inside and eat sandwiches from the stall. My birthday is already going so amazingly. First, I woke up to my room decorated with so many gifts—it felt like a dream. And now, these delicious sandwiches! Wow! As we finish our sandwiches, Alex takes my hand and guides me towards the ice rink. When we enter, I notice something unusual—the entire rink is completely empty. My face falls as I glance around, thinking that the rink m
Alex’s P.O.V.As I sit in my car, waiting for Stella to return, my watch suddenly begins beeping.Damn it!Something is wrong with Stella.Without a second thought, I jump out of the car and rush inside, my mind spinning with worry. I keep praying in my mind that she’s alright.I head straight to her room, but she’s not there. I check everywhere—the bathroom, the balcony—but she’s nowhere in sight. The constant beeping from my watch only makes my heartbeat race with anxiety.What happened to her? She looked so happy when she walked into the house. How could things go wrong in just a few minutes?“Stella…” Desperately, I call her name as I step out of her room, but there’s no response.When I reach the door of her mother’s room, I stop, noticing Stella’s bag lying on the floor just outside.I wonder what her bag is doing here.Then I push the door open and step inside. My eyes widen in shock as I take in the scene. Stella is sitting, hugging her mother tightly, and both of them are cry
Stella’s P.O.V.I sit with Alex in the waiting room as the doctor treats our parents. Alex has been completely silent since I told him the truth about his father. That truth has shaken him deeply.On one hand, my heart aches for him, and on the other, for my mother, who has been suffering for who knows how long. Why did God make her endure the same pain she had in the past? Why didn’t she tell me?Alex’s hands are clenched tightly in his lap, and his jaw is tense, as though he’s fighting an internal battle. I can’t blame him. He would have never imagined his father would be a monster.This entire ordeal has taken so much out of both of us. But for Alex, I know it’s different. His world has been turned upside down in a way I can’t even begin to imagine.I glance at him, his face pale and his eyes distant, as if he’s locked away somewhere I can’t reach. The person sitting next to me looks so lost, like a stranger who endured a painful truth he never expected to face. This is a side of A
Alex’s P.O.V.I feel so lost. Completely lost.When the doctor informed us about the condition of Stella’s mother, I felt like killing my father. How could he torture someone to this extent? Why couldn’t I ever see his true face?Before Stella’s mother, did he torture other women? Did he also hurt my mother?My chest tightens with immense pain as I sit outside Stella’s mother’s hospital room, lost in thought. How can I face Olivia, knowing that I carry the blood of the man who hurt her? How am I supposed to promise her I’ll keep Stella safe when my father inflicted so much pain on her? Will she ever be able to trust me?I stare at the floor, fists clenched, and try to steady my breathing. Thoughts revolve endlessly around my mind: Did I somehow miss the signs? Have I been blind to my father’s true nature all my life?The truth is, I don’t know who he is anymore. I don’t know who I am anymore. And worse, I don’t know how I’ll prove to Olivia that I’m not like my father—that I would rat
Alex’s P.O.V.The next morning, I’m still seated in the waiting room of the hospital. Stella and I spent the entire night here, though sleep was a stranger. The load of everything that’s happened is suffocating me. I’m still trying to digest that my father was a monster who caused suffering to Stella’s mother. It’s like a nightmare to me.“I can completely understand what you’re going through, Alex.” Sky breaks the silence. He sits beside me. Stella is with Zoe and Selena inside her mother’s room.I know he can feel my pain because, a few months ago, he also discovered the evil deeds of his father. Since then, he’s been working tirelessly day and night to become stronger than him so that he can put his father behind bars.I glance at him with sorrowful eyes. “How did you do it, Sky? I mean, how did you even begin to understand the fact that your own father was… like this? I don’t know how to move forward from here. You know I feel like I’m stuck, drowning in shame.”Sky leans forward,
Alex’s P.O.V.Six Months LaterWe’re on holiday with our little daughters, Ella and Lexi. Their names are inspired by ours—Ella, taken from Stella’s name, with her golden eyes resembling her mommy’s, and Lexi, from mine, with hazel eyes just like mine.Honestly, it feels like it was just yesterday when I held them in my arms for the first time. They’re growing up so fast that sometimes I feel like pausing the time and cherishing every little moment.Sitting on the sand by the beach, Ella and Lexi laugh in unison as their mother dances crazily in front of them to make them smile, giving me the perfect moment to capture their photo. They look adorable, as always, in their matching onesies and white caps. My little flowers.And their mother, my flower—she isn’t any less stunning. The way she moves with no care in the world and her laughter rings out over the sound of the waves is mesmerising. She is dressed up in a white summer dress, and her hair sways in the breeze, adding to her beaut
Stella’s P.O.V.Two Months LaterIt’s the last month of my pregnancy, and Alex is massaging my feet. My stomach has grown so much from carrying twins that it has become hard to handle. Every movement feels like an effort. This month is getting so difficult, but I try to remind myself it’ll be worth it when I finally meet our mini-versions.Alex looks up at me, concern etched in his features as he kneads the arch of my foot. “You okay, Flower? You’ve been so quiet.”I let out a sigh, leaning back against the pillows as I close my eyes for a moment. “It’s just... everything feels so heavy now, Alex. I feel like I’m going to burst sometimes.”He pauses before lifting my foot to give it a soft kiss. “You’re doing amazing, Stella. Just a little longer and we’ll have our mini versions here. And then I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”I’m exhausted, but hearing him say that makes everything feel a little easier. “You know I’m so lucky to have you.” I give him a smile.He slides h
Stella’s P.O.V.I’m going for shopping with Zoe. We sit in the backseat, resting our hands on our baby bumps. It was our choice to marry on the same day, but it was God’s choice to make us pregnant together. But I’m loving it. Getting pregnant with your bestie is another kind of fun.We laugh as we compare cravings, complain about swollen feet, and talk about our husbands, who bear our mood swings without a single complaint.“You know,” I say between laughs, “my babies only get active when Alex kisses me or when we…” I pause with a smirk, lowering my voice, “You know… when we have sex.”Zoe rolls her eyes. “Lucky you! My baby stays active all the time. I feel them moving all day long.” She rubs her belly with an exaggerated sigh. “And guess what? They’re active even now.”I chuckle, shaking my head. “Well, they’re definitely taking after their mommy—always energetic and never sitting still.”Zoe narrows her eyes in horror and turns her attention to her bump, caressing it. “No, no, lit
Alex’s P.O.V.As I step into the room through the glass door, holding my pregnant wife in my arms, the curtains flutter in the breeze, making the atmosphere even more beautiful and intense. Our eyes filled with desire are fixed on each other.I lay her down gently on the bed and stand in front of her before pulling off my shirt. Her gaze grows darker as she watches me, biting her lips in anticipation.As I climb above her, placing my hands on either side of her, her fingers trace my bare chest. “Still can’t believe it—you’re my husband. So damn perfect and hot.”“This hot and perfect man is all yours, Flower.” As I tug the blue ribbon from her hair, her hair tumbles loose, framing her face. She lies beneath me, looking absolutely stunning with a smile on her face.“Yes, mine.” Her eyes glint as her hands slide down to my jeans. When her hand slips inside and squeezes me over my boxers, a groan escapes my throat.“Fuck, Stella.” I clutch the ribbon in my hand as she boldly takes the le
Alex’s P.O.V.A Few Years LaterStella and I walk hand in hand along the beach, the gentle waves brushing against our feet.I can’t take my eyes off her. She’s glowing, looking more beautiful than ever. It’s not just the warm sunlight or the way her hair dances in the breeze—it’s the life growing inside her. Not one, but two mini versions of us, created from our love. She’s wearing a simple white crop top paired with a long blue skirt, but she looks ethereal.“You’re staring again,” she says with a smile, her free hand resting on her bare, rounded belly.I grin, shaking my head. “What can I do, Stella? Even before your pregnancy, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. But now…” I glance at her baby bump as I add, “now you’re even more breathtaking. This glow, this beauty—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”As she looks down at her belly, her smile fades slightly. “And here I feel like crying most days because nothing fits me anymore. Not a single piece of clothing!” She pouts at me.I sto
Stella’s P.O.V.A Few Months LaterThe church is adorned with white roses and golden lights. Alex and I walk down the aisle, arm in arm, to take our seats. Mom is standing at the altar with Henry, their hands clasped together, their love for each other visible at every glance.In the past few months, Henry has proven just how much he loves my mother, and he’s shown us that he’s nothing like her past two husbands. I’ve seen how happy she is these days—how he makes her feel safe and cherished, just like Alex does for me. I’m truly glad that Mom has finally found a life partner who will always treat her with the love and care she deserves.Alex and I settle in the front row, sitting next to Henry’s sons, Sebastian and Xavier. They greet us with polite smiles.I fix my eyes on the altar, and tears of joy gather in my eyes as I watch her. I’ve never seen her look so full of hope and happiness. Please God, always keep her happy like this.Alex notices and leans closer, brushing his fingers
Stella’s P.O.V.Dinner with Mom feels different tonight. There’s an energy about her—a spark in her eyes I haven’t seen in years.As we sit around the table, eating the pasta she made, she clears her throat. I glance up and catch the slight nervousness in her expression.“There’s something I’ve been thinking to tell you both,” she finally speak up, her eyes swaying between me and Alex.I pause, my fork midway to my mouth. “Mom, what is it?”She sets her fork down and looks at me with a smile. “About a month ago, I reconnected with someone from my past… my college sweetheart.”My fork clatters onto my plate as I sit up straighter. “Your college sweetheart?”Mom nods, her cheeks tinged with a blush. “Yes. His name is Henry. We had to separate because my parents forced me to marry your father. But now…” She pauses, her eyes shining with a mix of emotions. “Now we’ve found each other again. He’s single, I’m single, and… we’ve been spending time together. It’s been wonderful.”I glance at
Alex’s P.O.V.Three Months LaterI’ve been healing gradually from the truth I discovered about my father three months ago.I’m certain I would’ve completely lost myself if Stella hadn’t been there for me during this time. She helped me find myself again and stood strong, even though I know she herself was healing from the trauma of taking someone’s life.Her mother protected Stella by ensuring her name didn’t come up during the police investigation. She lied, claiming that she hit my father in self-defence, which ultimately led to his death.Even though he was a monster, it’s been hard for Stella to accept that she killed someone. But during this time, we’ve become each other’s strength.We’re now living in an apartment I bought near our college. All of my father’s properties were in my name, but I donated them to charity. I didn’t want to keep anything that belonged to that man. However, I kept the beach house because it’s close to my heart. That place has always given me some kind o
Alex’s P.O.V.“I love you more, Alex.”These words are like a lifeline, pulling me out of the storm I’ve been drowning in. I can hardly believe my ears. For so long, I’ve waited to hear those words from her lips.Suddenly, all my pain disappears, and the only thing I feel is immense satisfaction. Stella’s confession means so much to me. It means she is finally ready to give me her heart completely. She trusts me. She is giving love a second chance.I stop walking, frozen in the moment. All the darkness, the guilt, the fear—it’s still there, but her words make it bearable.I glance down at her in my arms. Did she really say it? Or is my mind playing tricks on me?Carefully, I lower her to the soft sand near the water, the waves lapping gently at the shore, their sound as peaceful as always.I cup her face in my hands, brushing her cheeks with my thumbs. “Say it again, Please, Stella. Say it again.” I request, fixing my eyes on her.Her eyes are filled with immense affection, and she sm