As Evan examines the photos of George more closely, his mind starts to race with thoughts and questions. The resemblance between himself and this man, George, is striking, and Evan can't help but wonder if there is a genetic connection between them. Could George really be his father?The possibility fills Evan's mind with curiosity and excitement. He has always wondered about his biological father, and now, seeing this resemblance, the idea that George might be his dad seems both thrilling and intimidating.Evan's heart pounds with a mixture of emotions as he contemplates the implications of such a discovery.He knows that his mother has kept the details of his father a secret, and Evan can't help but feel a sense of urgency to find out the truth. Perhaps this is the opportunity he has been waiting for—a chance to learn more about his past and his biological family.Evan's determination to uncover the truth intensifies with every passing moment. The possibility that George might be hi
It is Saturday morning. While Abigail is still asleep, Evan and Barbe steal away from their hotel room, eager to embark on an adventure. Hand in hand, they stroll down the street, searching for a taxi to take them to their mysterious destination. Despite Barbe's growing unease, Evan remains calm and collected.As they wait for a taxi, Barbe's curiosity gets the better of her. "Evan, where are we going?" she asks, her voice laced with anticipation."To the church," replies Evan casually, his eyes scanning the road."Why?" Barbe asks in surprise, innocently blinking."George Stanley is getting married today," Evan says. "Have you forgotten about that?""Oh, so, today is his wedding! What are we going to do there? Are we going to stop the wedding?" Barbe is getting more and more curious.Evan contemplates her words and says, "I will let you know. Just do as I say, okay?"Okay." She nods and beams."Now we need to hail a taxi. We can’t be late there." With that, Evan stops a cab.The cab
Vivian’s shock is palpable, her emotions swirling in a mix of confusion and disbelief. She had never imagined that her past would collide with her present in such a surreal and unexpected way.Seeing George and Megan together, about to embark on a new Chapter of their lives, and she intruding unexpectedly, fills her with a sense of bewilderment.As Vivian stands frozen in her spot, George's eyes lock onto hers, and she feels a wave of emotions crashing over her. Memories of their past together and the pain she endured come rushing back, mingling with her uncertainty about the present situation.Time seems to stand still. Vivian can sense the weight of George's penetrating gaze, but his expression remains unreadable. Is it surprise, guilt, or something else hidden behind those eyes? She cannot tell.Meanwhile, the other guests exchange curious glances, whispering amongst themselves, trying to figure out the cause of the interruption. The priest himself looks a little flustered, unsure
Once they're ready, we hurry back to the lobby and check out of the hotel. I glance around, half-expecting to see someone watching us, but I can't sense any immediate threat. We hail a taxi and head to the airport.The taxi comes to a halt at the entrance of the airport, and we hastily step out onto the curb. My heart races as I look around frantically. The cool breeze blows through my hair, and I shiver despite the warmth of the sun."Mommy, why are you so agitated?" Evan asks, tugging at my hand. His big eyes were filled with concern. "Is it because of the man at the wedding? Are we in danger? Do you know Mr. George?"His question catches me off guard and irritates me further. It is all because of his adventurous mind that we are in trouble."Who asked you to leave the hotel without informing me?" I scold him. "You could have fallen into danger. And you, little girl." I turn my sharp glare at Barbe. "Why didn’t you tell me? Do you enjoy troubling your mother?"Barbe pouts, her eyes
I am even more taken aback when I hear him plead with me. I will never make the same mistake of putting my faith in him, and going back to him is not an option. Using all my strength, I pull my arm back and level the glare with him."I am not going to fall into your trap again," I snarl. "So, stop fooling me and leave me alone."I try to walk away, only to be pulled back to him. George towers over me, and his piercing eyes seem to bore into my very soul. I can feel his gaze lingering on me, making my skin crawl with discomfort."Do you think you can get away from me?" he asks menacingly. "Take a look around you, sweetheart."I glance around with apprehension. It is only at this point that I notice several men in black suits stationed here and there in the terminal. I am sure his men are also inside the airport.I feel a wave of despair washes over me, threatening to consume me whole. My thoughts are a jumble of fear and uncertainty.George is right. I can’t escape him, no matter how h
I have been watching Evan and Barbe play in the garden, which is when a familiar voice from the hall catches my attention."George… Where are you hiding? Come out right away.""Grandma!" My eyebrows crease slightly. Hearing her angry roar, I can tell how furious she is.Of course, she will be mad at me. I did something today that would anger everyone in the family. But what could I do other than cancel the wedding?I had yet to let go of Vivian’s memory, even though I couldn’t find her all those years. Still, I believed that I would find her out someday. That belief, however, started to waver as time passed, and Megan continued to urge me to marry her. So, I thought I should move on and start over with Megan. Deep down, I yearned for Vivian.How could I just marry Megan when Vivian appeared in front of me? This time, she brought two kids—my kids. I could never let her go. I will do anything to keep them by my side."George… Do you think you can hide from me after what you did?" Grandm
Several days later…The news of George leaving his bride on the altar and canceling the wedding has sent shockwaves through social media, and it seems like everyone is talking about it. Entertainment magazines are having a field day, speculating about the reasons behind his decision and painting elaborate scenarios of what might have driven him to leave his bride-to-be high and dry.But I am not interested. I have better things to do than waste my time on gossip and hearsay. My focus is on my work, and I need to keep my mind sharp and focused in order to meet the deadlines looming ahead of me.I don’t care what people have been saying about George or Megan. All I am looking for is the right moment to get away from here. Until then, I will keep my focus on my work.I take a deep breath and try to concentrate on the task at hand, but my mind keeps wandering back to the news that has captured everyone's attention. I can't understand why people are so fascinated by the personal lives of c
I came to meet my parents at their house, where I had spent my childhood.Standing in front of my childhood home, a mixture of nostalgia and apprehension fills me. The house, once a haven of comfort and security, seems to carry the weight of time itself. It's a silent witness to the joys and sorrows that have shaped my life.Taking each step slowly, I approach the familiar structure. The memories from my past rush to greet me like long-lost friends. The laughter of my childhood, the tears shed in times of distress—they all come flooding back, washing over me in waves of emotions.The once-lush greenery of the courtyard has given way to a tangled mess of weeds and overgrown grass, a testament to the passage of time. The wooden fence that once marked the boundaries of my world now shows the effects of weather and age.I can almost feel the texture of the wood under my fingers as I recall the countless times I leaned against it, lost in my thoughts. Time has cast its spell on everything