PAULA I woke up on the couch with a blanket on me. I must have passed out after lunch; gosh, I let Sergio clean up all the mess we made alone. I will have to make it up to him.Anyway, I am woken up by a dream about my best friend giving birth. After all that I had promised her that I will be there for her when she gives birth and even after that, I am kind of breaking the promise. I have not even contacted her since I left Madrid, and to be honest, I miss her but going to Madrid will only remind me why I left in the first place. I should talk to Sergio about it first. I get up and stretch my arms, heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. I grab a tumbler from the cabinet and fill it with tap water before I down it all down in my throat. An idea hits my mind as I drink the water, and I know I need to organise a meeting with my team at the office. I head to the other bedroom that Sergio made workspace for me to work in. It looks more like where I used to work than a bedroom now.
SERGIO Paula is in a virtual meeting, and she seemed to be excited about it, so I did not want to bring up yesterday’s conversion because it might have ruined her morning. We slept in different rooms last night. Paula and I had never fought before and yesterday proved to me that this is actually real, and the honeymoon stage will not last forever. It made me also realise how much I love her and value her, and I would lose my mind if I had to lose her. I kind of went out earlier to get some things to prepare a romantic breakfast for us. I want us to talk and connect and make up for last night. This is our fight and honestly, it made me scared because come on, we all know my Paulita is very sweet to raise her voice the way she did, and I realised how hurt she was. I hope we can talk about it because I had a tough time sleeping, that is how afraid I was. I am done making breakfast and the table is all set up. I also have a surprise for her that I hope she will like. I take the white r
SERGIO The maids opened the door for me and immediately took my bags“Good evening, sir. We are happy to see you,” They say. “Thank you. Where are my family?” I ask, taking off my jacket. I have just arrived at my home in France. I was supposed to be here yesterday, but I had to wait for Paula to leave first, but I told her that I will also be going home, just to tell my family everything that has been going on because they have been so worried about me, and I have also missed them so much too. “Your mother is with a visitor in the dining room while your grandmother is by the garden,” I nod my head, figuring where I need to go first, but I remember that I need to call Paula first. “Sylvia, can I please have my cell phone in the side pocket of my bag?” I ask the maid who is holding my bag. “Yes, sir,” “Thanks.” I take my phone and head back outside by the porch to make the call. I turn on my phone and I do not even waste time before I call my wife. It rings for a while before
PAULAI walked up and down the room with baby Michaela in my arms. She is asleep, but I really enjoy having her in my arms. Yes, Carolina gave birth to a baby girl a few hours ago, and she looks just like her mamma. It is a pity that Bruce is the father; Gosh, I hate that guy. To even imagine that I once dated him makes my skin crawl. Thank God, I never gave myself to him that much.Carolina is asleep. Oh, she can sure scream. I thought movies were exaggerating when a woman giving birth screams, but I saw and heard it myself today, and it is a real thing. How much more painful can giving birth be? It is flipping scary!“The sun will come out tomorrowBet your bottom dollar that tomorrowThere’ll be sun”I softly sang to the baby when she cooed. I never imagined Carolina as a mother I mean, we were both far from that but now that it happened, it is really beautiful. This made me realise how much I would also love to be a mother someday.The door opens and the person I never wanted to s
CASSEY I watched the baby cry on the bed while I pack our things in the bags. That is what he does, drink milk, sleep for a few minutes, then wake up and cry. I am tired and he is so annoying. I cannot even wait to get the hell out of this hospital. The baby cries even louder, causing the nurse to rush into the room. “Oh, my God. Why are you leaving the baby to cry so much?” She rudely asks, picking him up. “I don’t know, and if he knew how to speak, I would have asked him,” I say after I rolled my eyes at her. “Did you feed him?” “I fed him a few minutes ago. Are you questioning my parenting skills, ma’am?” I fold my arms and look at her. “No, of course not but there must be a reason that the baby is screaming this loud,” “Oh, so now are you implying that I am not a good mother?” She sighs and lies the baby on the bed and checks his nappy. “His nappy is fully wet, and the baby is probably crying from the discomfort. When last did you change his nappy?” I shamefully look do
SERGIOI hear Diego screaming so loud. It is in the middle of the night, and I am in my room trying to work on a new case since I was put off the Alonso company, especially after I got married to Paula. Yes, my work as a cop has never stopped. It turned out to be that being a cop is my favourite, rather than an office job, but that does not quite mean that I will neglect my businesses.Whew, I cannot wait to get back to the island with my wife so that I can tell her all the things I have been keeping away from her. This is not marriage at all if it is built on lies, my lies. But here is a thing; I may have lied about Cassey, and so far, that is the only thing I have lied about. I am a cop, and I was working as an undercover cop, investigating Paula’s family and according to my contract, I am not supposed to disclose that information to anyone, not even Paula until my contract is over. Now that it is, I can tell her. But, she is going to hate me so, I must be prepared for anything. I h
PAULANo one had expected me at the office. I was there a few minutes ago, not for business or work, but just to see how everyone was doing and how they were managing. I was happy to see everyone, and I was so glad that they were happy to see me. I really cannot wait to come back… or I could just stay and never go back to the island. The whole island is just a lie and I no longer want to be there anymore.I have a lot going on right now in my mind. I found myself driving around and I stopped in front of my parents’ mansion which was once my home. I stay in the car and just look at the house. Tears started to stream out of my eyes, and I just started weeping in the car. I miss my family, and I just want to come back home.I clean my face with a wet wipe and check if I look okay in the mirror before I get out of the car. I breathe, reluctantly walking towards the entrance. I get to the front door and make a silent prayer. Just as I was about to ring the doorbell, it opens, causing me to
SERGIOI am pacing up and down the corridor, scratching my head. Paula got hit by a car while trying to cross the road. She was rushed to the hospital as soon as the paramedics arrived. I came with them here and she has been in theatre since, and I have got nothing from the doctors or nurses. I really hope my wife is okay. I still need her.God knows I was so ready to tell her everything. I wanted to work on our marriage, and I wanted to earn her trust again, but her parents happened. I am angry, hurt, and confused. Why was Paula ignoring me and sounding so mad at me? I cannot even get over the look she gave me when she walked into the hotel. I was so happy to see her, but she looked sad, hurt, and like someone who has been crying. Her look was filled with hate towards me, and that did hurt. At first, I thought that she found out about my identity, but the way her family was talking, I doubt she knows.I take out my phone and make a call to my mother. She answers almost immediately. A
PAULAI was in the kitchen helping Sergio’s grandmother to bake cupcakes for the kids at the orphanage home when Sergio’s mother came into the kitchen with my crying two-month-old baby in her arms. These two love each other too much. Oh, and it gets worse when the father is here; it is like I do not exist at all.“She no longer wants the milk from the bottle. She wants it straight from its cow. Oh, this child can be cheeky when she wants to,” Sergio’s mother, whom I have gotten used to calling her mama says.I laugh and clean up my hands before I get her. Yes, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl whom my father named Sofia which was also my late mother’s name. I loved it when my father suggested it, and Sergio had no problem with it. I got to meet my aunt who is my mother’s sister, and we are in contact. As for Belinda, she was found and got arrested for murder. I cannot believe that woman fooled us all and claimed to love me. It is just sad that she was my brothers’ mother.“She is
SERGIOPaula and I might have gotten married so suddenly, I mean, we never really dated long and the moment I saw her looking so beautiful in her wedding dress that was meant for that bustard called Steve, I knew that I wanted to marry her. I have no regrets whatsoever, but I think I might have rushed to make her mine without thinking it through, and I was also jealous that she was looking so beautiful for another man, which is why this time I want to make things right.I am going to put my pride aside and approach Paula’s father to ask to make things right with him. I want to marry Paula the right way with both our families attending the wedding; no hate, no anger, no drama. All I want is a perfect wedding for my wife, and I want this marriage to be meaningful.Sigh.I do not know if it is me, but this pregnancy is just messing up Paula’s mind. At every chance she gets, she makes sure that she tells me where to get off. Earlier today, I was playing the piano while she was sleeping be
PAULA“What do they say?” I ask, nervously as Sergio walks out of the bathroom holding three pregnancy tests in his hands. I am sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting eagerly for the results.“They all have double red lines, honey – we are pregnant,” He excitedly says, and I put my hands on my burning cheeks.Is this really happening? Is this really happening to me? I am pregnant and carrying a child with the love of my life. I am carrying Sergio’s heir.I am happy that I am experiencing this with him, and we both have mutual feelings about it. He makes it easier for me to accept that I am pregnant. Did I want to have a baby this early? No, but Sergio makes me excited about the idea.“We are going to have a baby,” He puts the pregnancy tests aside and rushes to me before kneeling in front of me and kissing my exposed belly from the cropped bra I am wearing.I place my hands on his head and caress it. This is everything that I have ever dreamed of. This is what I imagined when I said
SERGIO I haven’t had a good sleep the way I did last night in a long time. It is a windy morning, and the waves in the ocean are not failing to hit aggressively against the rocks, but that is nothing to complain about because it is beautiful. I am in the kitchen making breakfast for me and my wife. Things between us are promising, but we are taking it slowly. KIDDING! We are definitely rushing to catch up, I mean, last night we had an amazing love-making session, and before we slept, we talked about our dreams. I asked her if she would ever think about moving to France, and without hesitation, she said a BIG YES. Well, to me it sounded like a rational decision because, to be honest, Paula has been through so much and probably wants to get away for that reason, so I am going to ask her again so that she does get to think about it. While I am busy in the kitchen, Paula walks in, wearing only the t-shirt that I was wearing last night. I walk up to her and stand in front of her. “Goo
PAULATwo days ago, we arrived on the island. My husband is not okay, and every time I ask him what the matter is; he tells me that he almost lost me. He is scared, he is shaken, but I know that it is not me. Something is really triggering him, but all he cares about is my well-being and wants me to get better.I want my husband to get better as well!I am in the bedroom, watching a movie on Netflix called ME TIME. Whoever gave birth to Kevin Hart should be held responsible for my cause of death. I just cannot stop laughing. Why do people hate it so much? If I could, I would give it one hundred stars because it is hilarious.I wish I was not watching it alone. I am lonely, and I miss my husband. He takes the guestroom while I take the main bedroom. I know that I am the one that suggested it but, I kind of want him back. I miss him.I take my phone and scroll to his number and just look at it. I do not know why I always feel scared to call him, but I have no choice because he does not
SERGIOThey say when life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Right now, I feel like I am given both limes and lemons, and I still don’t know which one is the sourest between them. That is how complicated my life is, and I just have to swallow the bitter taste the lemons and limes leave in my throat.I am at home with my two lovely women who have just added more stress to my stress. I feel like hitting my head against the wall and just dying with everything because I am just surrounded by darkness, and I feel responsible for everything that is happening around me.I look at my son — I mean, Diego. He is peacefully sleeping on my bed after crying so much. He does not deserve what is going on right now, and a child like this does not need to stay in a home that is not happy. I am not happy right now, and I will not heal any time soon. I am crushed, and I will be more crushed when the tests prove that Diego is not my son.I love him so much, and I know that he loves me too. How can he not b
PAULITA As soon as my husband left, I was helped back to my bedroom and to my surprise, I found a bouquet of flowers, red and white roses to be specific, and a toiletry bag. On the bedside table, there is a basket of fruits and goodies. I roll the wheels of the wheelchair towards the bed and pick up the bouquet and inhale them, smile, and pull the card out before I read it. “I know I messed up, and I know that you are mad at me, which you have every right to be by the way, but all I am asking for is a chance to explain everything and be clean to you. What I do not want is to lose you. You are special, my baby girl. I love you so much, and please believe me when I tell you that my intention was not to hurt you; I was just afraid to hurt you and lose you. Please forgive me and come back home to me. I promise I will make things right. Love, Sergio,” To be honest, a lot has been broken, and it is going to take a while before we fix it. I love Sergio so much and to be honest, I want
SERGIOI am probably going insane right now. But who cares? I brought it all to myself and I deserve it. I am like the glue to everything that is happening. Losing my wife and losing my son. It is probably for the best, I mean, they probably don’t deserve me. I was never honest with both women anyway, but that is the only thing I am probably sorry for. What I won’t be sorry for is my job. I had to lie about it in order for me to get justice, and unfortunately, Paula got caught up in it. But no matter how other people may see it, I never used Paula. Firstly, I resisted her when she confessed her feelings to me, and secondly, I genuinely love her, so no one should fucking tell me that I used her to get what I wanted from her. I fucking love that girl!I take the bottle of my whiskey and swig it. I turn up all the volume of the music playing on TV. I am playing instrumental music that helps me think and right now Bitter Sweet Symphony by David Garrett is playing. I am sitting in the midd
PAULAI have had so many visitors coming to check on me, and I am so happy to know that there are people who still cared about me, like my work colleagues, old friends, and Angela. I was hoping to see Carolina walking in, but I guess she will never come.With all the physical pain that I am enduring all over my body, it can never be compared to the one that I am feeling in my heart. I have never felt so disappointed and hurt as I am. I cannot believe I grew up believing that Belinda is my mother. I loved that woman, I admired her style, and she was the reason I studied fashion design because I idolised her and loved the way she dressed. She loved clothes as much as I did. She was so beautiful, and I thought that we both had something in common because she was my mother, but it was all a lie. She was ugly on the inside, and she hated me. It just makes sense now.“What makes sense?”I gasp, looking up at Jade from the wheelchair.“Did I say that out loud?” I ask, shyly dropping my eyes.