Blair's POV"Understand what, Thomas?" I interrupted, my voice rising a notch. "That you threw away everything we had for a fling?""It wasn't a fling," he stammered, his voice laced with desperation. "It… it was a mistake. A terrible mistake."I scoffed. "A mistake you made repeatedly, judging by the state of the bed."He winced, his face flushing a deep crimson. Shame flickered in his eyes, a stark contrast to the arrogance he usually wore like a second skin."There's more to the story, Blair," he pleaded. "Please, just let me explain."Part of me wanted to walk away, to leave him drowning in his own regret. But another part, a curious and perhaps foolish part, yearned to hear his explanation, no matter how flimsy it might be.With a sigh, I sank into the seat opposite him, the plush red cushion offering little comfort. "Alright, Thomas," I said, my voice weary. "Explain. But don't expect me to believe everything you say."He let out a shaky breath, relief flickering across his face
Blair's POVMaybe, just maybe, a sliver of the pain I felt was finally reaching him."I… I just needed you to be there," he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper."And I was there," I countered, my voice shaking with a mixture of anger and hurt. "I was there, supporting your dreams, holding your hand through your challenges. But apparently, that wasn't enough for you."A tear escaped the corner of my eye, tracing a warm path down my cheek. I ignored it, refusing to let him see me break down."Please, don't do this."I held his gaze, the memory of his betrayal flashing before me. The careless laugh, the tangled limbs on the bed – it was a scene seared into my memory, a constant reminder of his deceit."There's nothing left to discuss, Thomas," I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite the storm churning within me. "You had your chance, and you threw it away."A flicker of pain crossed his face, a stark contrast to the arrogance I'd known."I know," he choked out, his voice thick with
Blair's POV"Delivery for Tonia Johnson," I repeated, holding up the bouquet of lilies I had bought on my way here. Sarah's eyes widened in surprise."Blair, honey, you shouldn't have," she said, her voice laced with concern."Nonsense," I countered, forcing a smile. "You deserve some sunshine after everything you've been through."Tonia had been battling cancer for the past couple of years, and Amelia and I had taken turns keeping her company and supporting her through the grueling treatment. Witnessing her strength and resilience had inspired me in ways I couldn't even describe."Blair, honey," she said, her voice laced with concern. "You look a little pale. Did you get some sleep last night?"The concern in her eyes threatened to crack the dam I'd built. I blinked rapidly, willing the traitorous tears back."Just a long night catching up on paperwork," I lied, forcing a smile.Tonia wasn't easily fooled. She narrowed her eyes, studying my face with the scrutiny of a seasoned detect
Jenna's POV"Don't look at her that way. It's all in your best interests." Gwen snapped at me when she noticed me giving Sarah the stink eye. I rolled my eyes and walked away from the kitchen heading to my living room. Gwen followed me with Sarah close behind. "I assume you're here to berate me for the whole Eddie controversy," I drawled as I reached the living room and sprawled on the plush, leather couch. "You think?" Gwen replied sarcastically, coming to stand in front of me with her hands akimbo. "What on earth were you thinking, Jenna? How could you start a scandal on one of the biggest nights in movie awards' history?"I snarled. "I did not start a scandal. The internet did and that jerk, Eddie only made things worse by posting what he did. The air crackled with tension as Gwen towered over me, her hands still firmly planted on her hips."The internet wouldn't have a scandal to exploit if you hadn't blurted out that little 'secret' on live television, Jenna," she countered,
Jenna's POVA slow smile spread across Gwen's face. "Perfect! We can leverage your celebrity status for good. Imagine the headlines: 'Jenna McDonald Hosts Charity Gala for Furry Friends!' It'll be a complete PR makeover.""But what about Eddie?" Sarah chimed in, her voice laced with apprehension. "Wouldn't this just fuel the fire? People might think it's a publicity stunt to get back at him."Gwen waved a dismissive hand. "We can address that. We'll frame it as you finally moving on and focusing on something positive. Besides, if Eddie tries to pull anything after this, it'll only make him look bad."My heart was hammered with a mixture of excitement and nervousness."Alright," I said, taking a deep breath. "Let's do it. Let's turn this disaster into an opportunity."Gwen clapped her hands together, her emerald eyes sparkling with renewed energy. "That's the spirit! Now, let's get to work. We have a lot to do before that gala."Amelia's POVJust as Chloe was declaring her stuffed unic
Amelia's POVShe nodded sleepily against my shoulder. "Yes, I want to. And can we make cookies for her when we go?""Of course, honey," I said as I reached her bedroom. The weight of the phone conversation with Mom settled on me again as I carried Chloe to her room. The little girl looked impossibly small and fragile in my arms, a stark contrast to the strength and courage my mother was displaying in the face of her illness.Placing her gently on the soft sheets, I tucked the covers around her chin. Chloe's eyes, usually wide with boundless energy, were drooping with sleep. Her earlier enthusiasm for jousting competitions and imaginary worlds had faded, replaced by the peaceful languor of approaching slumber."Amelia," she mumbled, clutching Sparklemane tightly."Yes, sweetheart?" I asked, leaning closer."Will you tell me a story?"A smile tugged at my lips."Of course, honey," I replied. "What kind of story would you like to hear tonight?""A story about a brave princess who fight
Blair’s POVTonia’s words hung heavy in the air, like a sweet melody that lingered. The blush on my face, already a warm pink, bloomed into a fiery crimson. The frustration I harbored towards Thomas just moments ago seemed to evaporate entirely. It was like a cloud had moved away, revealing a bright, sunny sky.All I could think about was James. His eyes, the way his laugh lines crinkled at the corners when he was truly amused, the sound of his voice all played on repeat in my mind like a favorite song. Every detail about him filled me with a warmth that spread through my chest like sunshine.Her playful suggestion about a proposal sent a jolt through me.“Make sure you tell more about your date when you get back tomorrow and who knows James can surprise by proposing,” she said, grinning."C’mon, Mrs Johnson," I said, playfully swatting her arm. "Pump the brakes a sec, James and I are just getting to know each other, figuring things out. Proposal? We are not even sure about our feeli
Blair’s POVMy heart lurched. A patient was in cardiac arrest and there was no time to waste on Thomas. "Duty calls," I said curtly, brushing past him and hurrying towards the designated room.His hand clamped onto my arm, a vise grip that sent a jolt of fear through me. Thomas yanked me back, my body slamming against the locker.His face contorted with anger, his earlier pleas replaced by a menacing growl. "How dare you walk out on me?!" he spat, the words laced with venom."You're hurting me, Thomas!" I gasped, his grip digging into my arm painfully. Ignoring my plea, he lunged forward, attempting to force a kiss on me. His words echoed in my ears, possessive and chilling: "You're mine. You don't get to just walk out on me."Just as his lips were about to meet mine, the announcement boomed through the hallway again, a relentless echo: "Code Blue in room 304! Doctor Blair needed immediately!"This time, the urgency in the announcement cut through Thomas's controlling rage. He hesit
Amelia’s POVIt's been a few weeks since Eddie and I had gotten back together. It had taken him only a couple of weeks to convince me to move in with him again, but this time around, it was not as his nanny or his chef, it was as his girlfriend. According to him, he wanted to spend as much time as possible before I had to go back to Florida to resume duty with my agency. Jenna had been slammed with a restraining order along with the promise of a lawsuit if she did not leave us alone. For good measure, Eddie had made sure to properly adopt Chloe as his legal daughter. That way Jenna would not be able to cause us any more trouble.“Babe! Hurry up, we're gonna be late!” That was Edie yelling from downstairs, while I was in the closet in his… in our room, getting ready. Together with my parents, Blair, James, and Chloe, we were all going to a restaurant to celebrate my mom finally beating cancer.I looked down at Chloe who had gotten her hand on my lipgloss and was now putting it on and
Eddie’s POVAmelia's gaze flickered between me and the bustling crowd before she sighed and gestured toward a doorway at the back."Let's talk somewhere else, shall we?"I did not want to have to talk to her. I wanted to be with her at my home, where I could talk to her and have all to myself."Forget the break room," I said, a newfound determination coursing through me. "Let's go somewhere we can actually talk."Amelia hesitated, then shrugged. "Alright," she conceded. "But I do have to finish my shift first."Frustration bubbled up within me, but I knew pushing her wouldn't help. "Fine," I muttered, trying to tamp down on my impatience. "How long?""Just another hour," she replied, checking her watch. "How about we meet somewhere? My place isn't really ideal.""My place is close by," I offered, surprising myself with the boldness. "It's quiet, we can talk there."Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Your place? That wasn't exactly part of the plan, Eddie.""Well, plans change," I said, a play
Eddie’s POV"It was a mistake, Eddie," she choked out, her voice barely audible. "A one-time thing… a long time ago.""A one-time thing?" I repeated, my voice cracking. The image of a younger, naive Jenna flashed before my eyes, a girl I thought I knew everything about. Now, she seemed like a stranger."Who was he?" I demanded with the need to know gnawing at me.Jenna hesitated, then whispered a name I vaguely recognized. It was someone from the film industry, a rising star she'd met during her brief stint in Los Angeles. They had a short fling, a whirlwind romance that ended as quickly as it began.The revelation hit me like a sucker punch. All the doubts I'd ignored, the whispers in the back of my mind, the nagging feeling that things weren't quite right – it all came flooding back with a terrifying clarity. Years of my life were built on a lie. Chloe, my sweet, innocent daughter, was caught in the crossfire of my naivety and Jenna's betrayal.Fury boiled within me, a churning infe
Eddie’s POVThe doctor gave a small smile. "Of course. Let her rest for a few minutes, and then you can go in."As we waited, James explained what little he knew. He'd been picking up Chloe from school when a call came through from the hospital. Apparently, another kid had swerved into Chloe's path while riding his scooter.A surge of anger flared up within me. How could someone be so careless? But the anger quickly dissipated, replaced by a fierce protectiveness over my little girl.Minutes later, we were ushered into the room. Chloe lay propped up in bed, her face pale and drawn, a white cast encasing her arm. Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw me."Daddy!" she cried out, her voice small and wobbly.My heart ached at the sight of her distress. "Hey, champ," I said, rushing to her side and pulling her into a gentle hug, careful not to jostle her injured arm. "It's okay, I'm here now."She buried her face in my chest, her small body trembling slightly. I showered her with comforti
Amelia’s POVThe question hung heavy in the air. Friends? Could we really go back to that after everything that had happened? A part of me longed for the simplicity of our old friendship, the easy camaraderie we'd shared. But another part of me worried that friendship wouldn't be enough. The feelings I had for Eddie, the unspoken desires that had simmered beneath the surface of our relationship, wouldn't just disappear. They would linger, a constant reminder of what could have been.Taking a deep breath, I typed out a reply. "I… I don't know, Eddie. Honestly, I need some time to think. This whole situation has been a lot to process.""I understand," he replied almost instantly. "Take all the time you need. Just know that… I care about you, Amelia. More than you probably realize."His words sent a blush creeping up my neck. Did he really feel the same way? Or was this just a desperate attempt to hold onto me in any way he could? I didn't have the answers, and the uncertainty gnawed at
Amelia’s POVI stared at the message for what felt like an eternity, my mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. Finally, with a shaky breath, I typed out a reply."Eddie," I began, my fingers hovering over the screen, "I… I don't know what to say. Thank you for the money. It means the world to me and my mom. But ...is everything alright? James said you collapsed. Are you in the hospital?" I hit send, the weight of the question hanging heavy in the air. The money, the cryptic message – it all pointed to something more serious than he was letting on.The wait for a response stretched into an agonizing eternity. Just as I started to pace the room, my phone buzzed. It was Eddie."Amelia," his voice rasped through the phone, weaker than I'd ever heard it. "Yes, I'm in the hospital. They're still trying to figure things out, but the doctor says I have Angiina due to stress."My chest tightened. Stress. The word echoed in my head, a stark reminder of the turmoil I'd left him in. "Eddie,"
Amelia’s POVI knew that there was no way that he and Jenna had actually been together in the way that she had been insinuating.Jenna had probably been playing another of her manipulative tricks. Regardless, I was exhausted and had had to tell myself that it would be better to end it with Eddie than to be dealing with hurt and frustration every day. James had been giving me updates on both Chloe and Eddie and although I knew I should tell him to stoop so that I could have a clean break, I did not think I had the heart to do so.The rhythmic rumble of the bus engine vibrated through the worn leather seat I occupied. Outside the window, the cityscape blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors, each passing image signifying my new reality. A reality where I, Amelia Brooks, was no longer Eddie Turner's nanny. Today's successful interview meant I could finally stand on my own two feet, financially independent. A bittersweet victory, considering the reason behind this newfound freedom.A soft c
Eddie’s POVHis words held a truth that stung. Jenna's behavior had become increasingly erratic, her possessiveness suffocating. But the thought of facing Amelia, of dredging up the hurt and confusion of that day, filled me with dread.I could not say anything, I could only nod my head in response. Just then, my head began to pound again, this time around in sync with my heart.My vision swam, the pounding in my head morphing into a relentless drum solo. The room seemed to tilt on its axis, James' concerned face warping into a blurry mess. A guttural cough ripped through me, sending another jolt of pain lancing through my chest."James…" I croaked, the word a raspy whisper. My hand reached out, blindly grasping for something solid. My fingers brushed against the armrest of the chair, anchoring me momentarily."Eddie, mate! What's wrong?" James' voice was laced with alarm, his concern cutting through the fog clouding my mind."Head…" I managed, the word slurred. My grip on the armrest
Eddie’s POVAmelia had left a gaping hole in my heart."But will she ever come back?" Chloe persisted, her lower lip trembling slightly."I… I don't know, sweetheart," I admitted, the truth a bitter pill to swallow. A heavy sigh escaped Chloe's tiny lips. "Okay," she mumbled, staring out the window with a wistful expression. The silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken emotions.Reaching over, I squeezed her hand gently. "Look," I began, my voice softened with love. "No matter what happens with Amelia, you'll always be my little girl. And no matter what, I'll always be here for you. Always."Chloe looked at me, a flicker of reassurance sparking in her eyes. "Really?" she asked, her voice a hesitant whisper."Really," I confirmed, my voice firm with conviction. "You're the most important thing in the world to me, you know that?"She nodded slowly, a small smile gracing her lips. For a moment, the tension seemed to ease, a fragile connection established between us.Reaching t