“ …And then the three bears lived happily ever. The end.” I looked up from the storybook to find Jared asleep. I quietly tucked him in, turned on his nightlight and the baby monitor, then kissed him goodnight and left the room, leaving the door open a bit. Then I went to make dinner for myself. Jason hasn’t shown up or called in two weeks. As I plate my food, I can’t help but wonder why Jason would suddenly leave without a word.
“He’s not even picking up his calls.” I mutter to myself as I angrily dig into my pasta. Just then I hear a car pull up to the driveway and I rush to the window to take a peep of whose coming in. The sight of my husband casually strolling to the door both relieve and infuriates me.“Jason! You had me worried sick about you! Where have you been? And why weren’t you taking your calls? You weren’t even at the company the other day. Did I do something wrong?” I asked all in one breath, feeling my eyes start to tear up from distress.“I need you to sign these papers.” He says completely ignoring my questions as he hands me a brown envelope. “No. You can’t just disappear for two weeks and expect me to sign some papers for you the minute you arrive. Where did yo-”“Sign the fucking papers already and stop talking.” He yells cutting me off and storming out of the living room. I faintly hear a door slam upstairs and the click of a lock but I’m too startled by Jason’s behavior to react in any way.I take the envelope with me and clear the dishes from my dinner, then retreat to our room. I’m not surprised to find the room empty but my curiosity and exhaustion overrides my anger towards Jason character. I sit on our bed and stare at the envelope in my hands, a sudden sense of dread fills me as I open it and pull out the papers and stare blankly at the words written on them.“Divorce papers?... What in the world is happeni-” I’m cut off by Jason stepping into the room. I watch him quietly as he heads to the closet, emerging after a while with a suitcase I’m pretty sure he’s packed with clothes. He doesn’t even spare me a glance as he makes a start towards the door.“Divorce papers? Jason? Where in the world is this coming from? You’re not even saying anything about this… what about Jared?.. I- I don’t understand wha-…please Jason what going on?” I ask him, the walls suddenly blurring out. I faintly register my breathing coming out in harsh pants and the sound of our son crying through the monitor but I’m too shocked to go to him.Jason sighs and drops the suitcase. “Listen, I want a divorce. You signed a contract on the day of our wedding alright?.. You give me a son and we can have a divorce whenever… plus I’m in love with someone else. I’ve always loved her even before we got married and I just want to be with her now… not you.” With that he pick up his suitcase and leaves the room. I know I signed a prenup, but a contract? I follow him down the stairs and out of the house, unable to speak a single word.“I don’t remember a contract.” I finally say to him, my voice sounding so broken and I can’t help but cry more at how foreign my own voice sounds. He stands at the door of his car and stares at me for a while.“I’ll have my lawyer send you a copy of the contract you signed. I’d like to have the divorce finalized before I have to leave the country next month. Have a good night Skylar.”The slam of his car door is the only sound that resonates in my head as I stand in the driveway, divorce papers in hand and unable to stop my tears. When I finally find my way to Jared’s room, he has cried himself to sleep and I can’t help tearing up once again. That night I fall asleep on the floor of the nursery, dreading tomorrow and knowing deep down that my life was about to be torn apart.Jason and I were college friends. We met in a library and after a while of hanging out, I had fallen in love with him but was too much of a coward to tell him. He was 6’2 and he wasn’t too huge in the muscle department. His eyes were the darkest shade of black I had ever seen it was like he could suck your soul in with a single glance. Overall, he was hot. He was nice to me and was very observant. He was smart and he knew what he wanted. He had his whole life planned out. That was probably what drew me in. Compared to him, I was a mess of a person. I was 5’5 with soft brown eyes and brown curly hair , a contrast to Jason’s midnight black curls. I was a hell of a procrastinator and I didn’t have a planned future.While Jason studied business management, I studied child psychology. After graduation, our calls became less frequent and eventually we forgot about each other too busy trying to live our lives. My feelings never changed for him though. A couple of years later, when my stepparents tried to force me into a marriage with a man almost two times my age, Jason shows up to save me. Quite literally. I had managed to reject every rich man that showed the tiniest interest in me and my Dad had had enough. He created a scene, at a restaurant I would later find belongs to Jason, and Jason had walked in and charmed them. We got each other’s contact and kept in touch. Two months later and he saves me from my money hungry stepparents again. Then just weeks after, he proposes to marry me to stop my parents from marrying me off to someone I don’t love.“You don’t have to do this. I know you want to help but you shouldn’t sacrifice your chance at finding love.” I had said to him when he proposed. We were having lunch at one of his restaurants.“I’m ready to settle down and I don’t trust many people. Also, we have forever to get to love each other.” Was his reply. I was already running out of time and so I had agreed to marry him. My parents were overjoyed and basically rushed the marriage. We got married March, 2020 and by September I was a month pregnant with our child.Our son, Jared was born in May, 2021 and ever since there had been a shift in our marriage. Jason had always been closed off but I just chucked it up to him learning to adjust to me and our marriage but when Jared came, Jason became much more stiff and cold.We were currently in our third year of marriage and Jared had turned two a month ago and everyday he was growing up looking just like his father more and more. And now, I was getting divorced.Skylar’s POVThe next day is a blur as I busy myself cleaning the whole house and take care of Jared as I anticipate a particular mail. However it isn’t until three days later that the contract comes in. I read through the contract and angrily call up Jason. “You can’t do this, Jason! I’ll put up with you divorcing me and whatever else you want to do but you can’t take my son away! I refuse to let you do that!” I yell out the minute he answers the phone.“You signed the papers Skylar. The contract states that you’ll willingly sign your parental rights over to me when the baby is weaned. You can’t back out now.”“I don’t know anything about this contract! Why are you being so cruel to me? What did I do to deserve all this?” I ask him, shocked that the Jason I trusted and was friends with will do something like this.“Have you signed the papers? I’ll be bringing my girlfriend over later today to get her acquainted to Jared. I don’t need you lashing out or causing a scene, understa
Skylar’s POVBennett and Patricia Jones, my stepparents, had adopted my when I was three. My biological parents had drowned in a cruise ship alongside my older brother, Pearce. I had almost died too, but the rescue team got to me quick and when they brought in the corpses of those who drowned, I was forced to identify my parents. My brother was never found though.My stepparents were the most greedy people I’ve ever seen. They only adopted me because of the money that was given to them by the government for my upkeep and after that money stopped coming in when I turned eighteen, they resorted to making life hell for me. Their greed for money was what pushed them to try and marry me off to Davis Roberts, when I turned twenty- three. And they only let me marry Jason because he had money. I guess I really shouldn’t be surprised that they’ll abandon me because I can’t give them what they want.I have to cool off from crying so much and school my expression before I head back to the hou
Skylar’s POV He looked just like the picture I had of my father with the exception of his hair that was raven black and the fact that he was slightly younger. Sharp brown eyes stared back at me as we spoke. He looked tired and not just the work kind of tired.Apparently, his six year old had witnessed the death of her mother and seven other people in a bank robbery gone wrong. Someone had tipped of the police and the mother and child were among the people held hostage at gunpoint by the robbers for over ten hours at when the police had got to them, the robbers had panicked and shot twelve people, eight of which had died before they could reach the hospital, his wife included. His little girl, Valentina, hasn’t said a word since, coupled with other signs of trauma and has just recently started having night terrors.By the end of our meeting, I have agreed to move over to Pittsburgh which should be about four hours from New York City where I stay, to monitor her and try to help her
Jason’s POV “He won’t stop crying Jason!... He’s going to make himself sick!” Alexandra tells me carrying a red faced Jared who has been crying since he woke up this morning. “Give him to me.” She hands him to me and he momentarily quiets down. “hey buddy… why are you crying? Daddy’s trying to work and I can’t do that with you on my lap”. I coo to him, sighing as I run my fingers through his hair. Things just haven’t been the same since the divorce. It’s only been two weeks and I’ve fought with Alex more times than I can count on my fingers. She just doesn’t do things like Skylar would. Jared has been put off by his mother’s disappearance and all she can think of is our marriage. I look down to find that Jared has fallen asleep and I take him to the nursery. When I’ve put him down I go downstairs intent in getting some coffee in my system when the doorbell rings. I’m faced with my parents on the other side of the door and I start panicking. They don’t know about the divorce.
“I don’t think it’s wise to send her to school this fast.” I mutter to Emilio. We were currently watching Val play in the backyard, occasionally having to play along with her, Although she mostly sought after her father claiming that she didn’t want to tire the baby ‘living in Aunt Sky’s belly’.“Why? She’s back to her normal self now. I want her to develop in time with her peers. Keeping her at home will only delay her… don’t you think?” He says. I don’t reply immediately, opting to walk towards Val and put her hair in a ponytail because it’s been getting in her eyes. When I sit back down I take a sip of my ginger tea before turning to face Emilio. “While I think that you have her best interests at heart, I must also present you with a psychological view as her therapist. She might withdraw if we rush her into society again. Let’s not forget her anxiety. I want her to leave all this behind too, but it’ll take time. She might be okay running off in the yard when it’s just us, but wha
New York City Jason’s POV I sit at the table, picking at the food in my plate. Alex sits across from me doing the same. We had another argument today about the way she invites people to my house. She claimed that she was free to do whatever she wanted and I happened to compare her stubbornness to Skylar’s mellow personality. She was furious after that and we yelled at each other a lot. I’m suddenly glad that Jared is not here to witness all this. I never argued like this with Skylar. If we disagreed on something, she would agree with me initially, then she’ll tell me the shortcomings of my decisions and we’ll find a compromise. Since she left my life has been a mess. The tabloids are going crazy over the reason for my sudden change in appearance, for worse. The more I sit here and think about everything, the more furious I get. I don’t even know who I’m mad at; myself, for deceiving Skylar, Alex, for convincing me to do all this, or Skylar, for letting me have my way. Part of me th
Pittsburgh Pennsylvania Emilio’s POV The next few months pass quickly. Not much happens other than the fact that Skylar’s pregnancy almost took a turn for the worse after she had a slip on the stairs. The details of the incident is nothing but a blur in my mind, but I vividly remember the fear and horror on her face when I found her lying in a puddle of blood. The whole way to the hospital, I kept praying that I don’t get pulled over with the amount of traffic rules I disobeyed. I had to wait a few hours in the hospital before I could get news about her condition and then I remembered that Val was home alone. I had to call a friend to go get her from the house and about an hour after I got a call from him. Val had apparently woken up and saw the blood that I hadn’t cleaned or covered in my haste. Shed hurt herself in the midst of the panic attack she’d had and he was bringing her to the hospital to get checked for a concussion and the likes. Honestly, those were the most horrible fo
Chapter 9Jason’s POVI’m currently at a bar with a few of my friends. Alex has been keeping me on my toes consistently and I can’t find peace at home. My parents have refused to speak to me, even going as far as to order the security at their house to not let me in.I resorted to drinking out my frustrations. “So…what did she do this time, bro?” My friend, Max asks me, pouring another shot of whiskey in his and my empty glasses.I gulp the liquid down in seconds, relishing in the burn I feel in my throat. “Nothing really. I just have a hard time communicating with her these days. I think I’m in love with my ex wife guys… She’s been in my head weeks before our divorce even.”Tony belts out a laugh at my confession, although I don’t get what’s funny. “Jason, look… I think you’re just hanging onto the familiarity you have with Alex. I don’t think love existed between the both of you even before your marriage. Man, I still can’t believe that I never got to meet your wife… well.. ex
It had been ten years since Jason’s death, and life had moved forward for everyone. Pietro and Skylar, married for nine years now, had another child in addition to Aurelia. Their lives, once marked by turmoil, were now filled with love and growth. Sophia, their eldest at 27, was a successful businesswoman recently engaged to the renowned doctor Lucian Kings. She rivalled the dominant men in her field with ease and confidence. Jared, now 17, was on the brink of graduating high school, having grown into a smart, handsome young man with a heart of gold. Lorenzo, at 13, was the family’s biggest troublemaker. Skylar and Pietro had lost count of the times they’d been called to his school due to his mischievous antics. Yet, beneath his rebellious exterior, Lorenzo was a sweetheart, and fiercely protective of his siblings. Aurelia, at nine— almost ten years old, was the princess of the house. An absolute daddy’s girl, she possessed a level of sass and confidence that often left everyon
The Edge of Redemption Jason had been drifting in and out of consciousness for days. His condition had gradually been improving, and the doctors were hopeful. One afternoon, he finally opened his eyes, groggy and disoriented. The room was dimly lit, the hum of the machines a constant reminder of his fragile state. As reality hit him, Jason felt a surge of panic. He remembered the chaos, the gunshot, the pain. He realized he was still alive, and in his frantic state, he started gasping for air, his breaths coming in short, rapid bursts. His right hand instinctively went to his chest, clawing at the stitches that held his wound together. He tried to lift his left hand too, but the realisation that he had been cuffed, added to his panic. The pain was excruciating, but the emotional torment was even worse. He had survived, and he couldn’t handle the reality of his situation. He didn’t want to live anymore. Why was he still alive? A nurse entered the room to check his vitals, her c
Initially, Skylar had thought it would take time for the children to get used to her attention being divided with the new baby, especially since her kidnapping. She was prepared for tantrums, jealousy, and all the difficulties that often come with a new sibling. However, it came as a shock and a relief when the children seemed to adapt seamlessly to the new routine.Skylar woke up early one morning to the soft cries of baby Aurelia. As she picked her up from the crib, she felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. They were home, safe, and together. Pietro was still asleep beside her, and she smiled as she watched him, knowing how hard he had worked to bring them to this point.Downstairs, the children were already awake and playing quietly. Sophia, was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping a cup of tea and reading a book. Jared, and Lorenzo, were building an elaborate Lego castle on the living room floor.Skylar walked in with Aurelia in her arms. “Good morning, everyone,” she said
James and Catherine Reynolds approached Pietro’s home with heavy hearts. Since her discharge , Skylar has moved in with him. Although, they had already seen her at the hospital, this was the first time they would be visiting her at home. The past few months had been a whirlwind of emotions, and now, standing at Skylar’s doorstep, they felt a profound sense of guilt and sorrow. They had always hoped for a better future for their son, Jason, but his actions had shattered their dreams.Skylar greeted them with a warm, albeit tired, smile. “Come in, please,” she said, stepping aside to let them enter. James and Catherine stepped inside, looking around the home that had once housed a sombre mood, but was now filled with an air of healing and resilience.“We’re so sorry, Skylar,” Catherine began, her voice trembling. “We can’t express how deeply we regret what Jason has done.”Skylar shook her head, leading them to the living room. “Please, sit down. You don’t need to apologize. I k
Skylar and Pietro finally had a moment alone, a brief respite from the whirlwind of emotions and visitors that had surrounded them since her rescue. The hospital room was quiet, with only the gentle beeping of monitors filling the space. Pietro pulled a chair close to Skylar’s bed, taking her hand in his.“I’m so sorry, Pietro,” Skylar began, her voice trembling. “I should have listened to everyone. I should have stayed inside and rested, especially knowing the danger I was in. But I didn’t, and look what happened.”Pietro shook his head, his eyes softening with love. “No, Skylar. You don’t need to apologize. What happened wasn’t your fault. Jason’s actions were unpredictable. The important thing is that you’re safe now.”Skylar looked down, tears pooling in her eyes. “But I feel so guilty. I put our baby at risk. I- I didn’t even know I was pregnant. And I wasn’t there for our family.”Pietro gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Skylar, stop. None of this is yo
After the initial shock of the entire situation, Pietro and Emilio began to process the reality that Skylar had been pregnant and had just given birth. The weight of this revelation hit them as they stood in the hospital nursery, staring at the tiny incubator where Skylar’s premature daughter was squirming around. Emilio approached Pietro, who was leaning against the glass, his eyes fixed on the little one. “She’s so tiny,” Emilio whispered, awe and sadness mingling in his voice.Pietro nodded, his gaze never leaving his daughter. “Yeah, she is. I can’t believe she went through all of this alone.”Emilio placed a comforting hand on Pietro’s shoulder. “None of us knew. If we had, we would have been there for her.”“I know,” Pietro said softly, his voice breaking. “I just wish I could’ve been there. I should’ve protected her.”“We all feel that way,” Emilio replied. “But right now, Skylar needs us to be strong for her and the baby.”Pietro turned to face his friend and hopefully,
When the police received Elena’s call and address, they immediately set out to arrest Jason. Detective Harrison, leading the operation, instructed Emilio and Pietro to stay inside the car while they attempted to communicate with Jason. The sirens blared, causing Jason to panic. His fear intensified as the police called out to him with their megaphone, ordering him to surrender. Pietro’s impatience got the best of him. Elena had informed the police that Jason was armed, but as time dragged on, Pietro’s worry for Skylar overwhelmed his caution. Ignoring Detective Harrison’s orders, he made his way into the house. The security alarm and locks had been disengaged by Elena, allowing Pietro easy entry. As he stepped into the living room, he was met with a horrifying sight. Elena and Skylar were covered in blood. Pietro’s heart sank, fearing the worst, until Skylar let out a groan. His eyes landed on the very obvious bump she was sporting. At the same time, her eyes found his, and Pietro
Skylar doubled over as another contraction rippled through her body. She had tried to keep calm, telling herself that these were just Braxton Hicks contractions. Her baby wasn’t due for another month, but the pain was increasing, and panic was setting in. She clutched her stomach, her breathing ragged. When Jason stormed into the house, Skylar’s pained groans stopped him in his tracks. He frowned, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he demanded. “I’m having contractions,” Skylar gasped. “I think the baby’s coming.” Jason’s suspicion deepened. “Nice try. You think I’m stupid? Trying to distract me while the cops get closer? You called them, didn’t you?” He grabbed a bag, shoving clothes and essentials into it. “We’re leaving.” “No, Jason, please! I’m not lying. The baby’s coming!” Her voice was frantic, tears streaming down her face. She completely disregarded the last of his words. “Shut up!” he barked, dragging her to the car. He threw the b
Skylar reclined on the worn-out couch in the small cabin, her hands gently resting on her swollen belly. Each kick, each flutter of her baby provided her with a glimmer of hope. Despite the dire circumstances, the signs of life within her reassured her that her child was still fighting, just as she was.Jason had become more attentive as her pregnancy progressed. His paranoia seemed to have ebbed, replaced by a strange kind of domesticity. He cooked for her, brought her water, and insisted she rest more often. It was a disconcerting shift, but Skylar took advantage of his softened demeanour to conserve her strength and protect her baby.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Skylar sat on the porch, gently rocking back and forth. Jason had gone into town to get supplies, leaving her alone for the first time in weeks. She closed her eyes, listening to the rustle of the leaves and the distant call of birds.A sharp kick jolted h