AVA'S POV(continued)He stared right into my eyes as my heart melted. My knees weakend and my breath sized. "Oh how I love this man" I thought within myself."I'm sorry," he said, his eyes pleading with me."For what?" I asked, trying to keep a cold voice."For everything. For not telling you about my son, for breaking your heart, and everything that followed " Ethan pleaded, his expression earnest.I looked at him, studying his face. He looked sincere, but I couldn't let my guard down that easily. "It's going to take more than an apology, Ethan," I said, crossing my arms over my chest."I know. I'm willing to do whatever it takes," Ethan said, his voice firm.I looked at him for a moment before nodding. As I walked out of his house with my children, I felt my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. I realized I truly loved him but love isn't always enough.I made up my mind on dropping the kids with my mum. I knew she would take very good care of them while I stayed with Amelia, tryin
I woke up feeling refreshed and enthusiastic, ready to take on the day. As I tiptoed around the house, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling inside of me. I wanted to do something special for my best friend, Amelia, who had been such a great support system for me. So, I put on my apron and got to work cleaning the house from top to bottom.By the time Amelia woke up, the house was spotless, and the scent of breakfast wafted through the air. I heard her shuffling around in her room, and I knew it was time to surprise her. I grabbed the tray of food and made my way to her room, where she was still snuggled up under the covers."Good morning, sleepyhead," I sang as I set the tray down on her nightstand.Amelia's eyes widened as she sat up in bed, "Oh my goodness, you didn't have to do all of this!""I know," I said with a grin, "but I wanted to make your morning extra special."We chatted and laughed as Amelia devoured her breakfast, and I couldn't help but feel gratefu
"I just received a picture of the date I went on with Damian," I said, my voice trembling with fear. "Someone tagged it and wrote, 'How will your boyfriend Ethan feel about this?'"Amelia's eyes widened in shock as I handed her my phone. "Oh my God," she exclaimed, scrolling through the picture. "Who could have done this?""I don't know," I replied, my mind racing. "But if Ethan sees this, he'll think I'm cheating on him."Amelia put a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry," she said reassuringly. "We'll figure out who did this and make sure they never bother you again."I let out a sigh of relief, grateful for her support. "But how do we even begin to find out who did this?" I asked, feeling overwhelmed.Next, the doorbell rang.My heart was pounding in my chest as I stared at the door, wondering who could be ringing the bell. My mind was still reeling from the events of the past few days. The picture of me and my ex, the threat to show it to Ethan, and now this unexpected visitor. I too
AVA'S POV As soon as we arrived at the hospital, Ethan was rushed to the emergency ward. The medical team immediately started attending to him. I was worried sick, hoping he would be okay. Suddenly, Ethan's mom arrived, panting heavily. She stared at me with anger, and I could see her eyes boiling with fury."What happened to my son? And why are you here?" she demanded, her voice laced with accusation."He was hit by a car," I replied, my voice shaking with fear. "I was just with him when it happened.""That's exactly what I warned him about!" she exclaimed, her face contorted with anger. "You low-class people are always trying to kill our rich boyfriends and take their money!"I was taken aback by her words. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had never expected this kind of reaction from her."He's not like that, ma'am," I said, trying to defend myself. "I love him, and I would never do anything to hurt him.""Don't you dare try to defend yourself!" she yelled. "If anything ha
The hallways of my high school were always filled with whispers and stares. I was used to Damian's constant hostility, but it still hurt every time he insulted me. Damian was the most handsome and popular guy in school, and his basketball skills only added to his arrogance.One day, as I was leaving my locker, Damian appeared in front of me. He looked down at me with a smug expression on his face."Hey there, loser. What are you doing tonight?" he sneered.I tried to ignore him and walk away, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me back towards him."I'm talking to you. Answer me," he demanded."I don't have any plans tonight, if that's what you're asking," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady."Good. I need a date for prom, and I figured since you're so desperate, you'd say yes," he said with a smirk.I was stunned. Damian was asking me to be his date? The same Damian who had made my life miserable for years?"Why would you even want to go with me? You're always so mean to me," I as
I hesitated for a moment, but then I nodded and let him in.We sat down on the couch, and he started to talk. He told me about his therapy sessions, and how he had been learning to control his anger. He told me that he missed me, and that he wanted to make things right."I know that I messed up, and I don't expect you to forgive me right away," he said, his voice shaking. "But I love you, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make things right between us."I looked into his eyes, and I could see the sincerity in them. I knew that he was telling the truth, and that he really did want to change."I want to believe you, Damian," I said, my voice shaking. "But it's going to take time. I need to know that I can trust you again.""I understand," he said, his voice low. "I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back."We talked for a long time, and by the end of the conversation, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I still loved him so much and didn't want to lose
I quickly dressed up and rushed down to the hospital. On my way, I picked up something from a diner to have for lunch when I got there.I arrived at the hospital, running into his ward eager to see him and hopeful that he might have woken up. But as I walked into his room, I saw that his Mia was already there. She turned to look at me and I could tell right away that she was not happy to see me."Hi Mia," I said, trying to sound formal. "How's Ethan doing?"Mia just gave me a cold stare and turned back to Ethan, who was lying motionless on the hospital bed. I could feel the tension in the air, but I refused to let it get to me."I'll just sit over here," I said, taking a seat on the opposite side of the bed.Mia didn't say anything, but I could sense her anger and resentment. I tried to ignore it and focus on Ethan, who looked so vulnerable and helpless.After a few minutes of awkward silence, Mia finally spoke up. "So, tell me," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "How did you
ETHAN'S POV I opened my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings. I was in a hospital room, and I had no idea how I had gotten there. As I slowly regained my senses, I felt someone's warm embrace around me, and I instinctively turned towards it, only to find myself face to face with my ex-girlfriend Mia. "Ethan! Oh my God, you're awake!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face. "I've been so worried about you!"I was confused and disoriented, trying to make sense of what was happening. Then, Mia leaned in and kissed me, just as Ava, walked into the room. I could see the hurt and confusion in Ava's eyes as she took in the scene before her. "Ethan, what's going on?" she asked, her voice breaking."It's not what it looks like, Ava," I said, feeling guilty and ashamed. "I don't know what happened. I just woke up and Mia was here, and she kissed me."Ava's face fell, and she turned away from me, tears streaming down her cheeks. I knew I had hurt her deeply, and I felt the weight of m
I awoke on a bright and sunny morning, the familiar warmth of the sun streaming through the curtains and filling the room with a golden glow. As I stretched and yawned, my eyes were drawn to a beautifully wrapped box sitting on the coffee table in the living room. Printed on the box were the words, "Best Mum in the World." A surge of joy and anticipation coursed through me, and I couldn't help but smile. I knew immediately that this thoughtful surprise could only be the work of my children. Over the years, they had always found creative ways to express their love for me. But this time, something felt different. There was an air of mystery and excitement, as if they had gone above and beyond to make this moment truly unforgettable.With trembling hands, I carefully untied the satin ribbon that adorned the box. The paper crackled as I removed the lid, revealing a burst of vibrant colors within. My heart skipped a beat as tears of happiness welled up in my eyes. There, nestled among del
After the joyous celebration of my last son Alex's wedding, I felt a deep sense of fulfillment. As I watched my husband's company flourish under the capable hands of his children, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming surge of pride. Ariella, my only daughter, was successfully running my eatery, and her dedication and passion shone through in every aspect. However, amidst this contentment, a thought nagged at my mind - we had not been giving Ethan's foundation the attention it deserved. My ex-husband had poured his heart and soul into that foundation, and I couldn't bear the thought of his legacy fading away. Determined to make a change, I decided to gather my children for a meeting, where we would discuss ways to boost the foundation's reach and impact, continuing my late husband's incredible work.I contacted each of my children, and with excitement in their voices, they agreed to meet. Arielle, my firstborn, was particularly thrilled about the news. His eyes sparkled with enthus
The wedding preparations had finally come to an end, and the eagerly awaited day was fast approaching. With all the tasks completed, it was now time for both Alex and Emily to take a well-deserved break. The entire family was brimming with excitement, especially my other children, Arielle and Ariella, as they were thrilled that their younger brother was about to tie the knot. On this particular day, Emily, elegant as always, was by my side throughout the day. She had been a pillar of support, ensuring my happiness and well-being. Her presence brought me comfort, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. While I was thrilled for Alex and the beginning of his own family, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness, knowing that he wouldn't be around as often as before. As I sat in the living room, Emily sat beside me, engaging in lively conversations. Her infectious laughter filled the air, and I couldn't help but chuckle along with her. "Can you believe it, Mrs. Johnson?" she e
The sharp, electronic trill of my phone jarred me from my reverie, a harsh contrast to the soft melancholy of the memories I had been lost in. Blinking away the fog of nostalgia, I reached for the phone on the bedside table, my heart jolting as I recognized the caller ID: Alex, my youngest."Mom!" Alex's voice boomed, crackling with unrestrained excitement. "Emily and I... we're getting married in three months!"His announcement pierced the veil of my sorrow, sparking a surge of joy that rippled through my veins. The thought of my children finding their own paths, shaping their own futures, was enough to wash away the heaviness that had clung to me."No way, Alex! Are you serious?" I squealed into the phone, my heart pounding with excitement. "That's wonderful news!"Over the following weeks, I threw myself into arranging a family gathering, my heart brimming with anticipation. As the day approached, I envisioned my home filled with laughter and love, a sanctuary for our family reunio
Ava's povI lay in my bed, the weight of fatigue and exhaustion pressing heavily upon my weary body. My eyes, once bright and lively, now rolled idly from left to right and back again, as if searching for something that was forever lost. Loneliness enveloped my mind like a thick fog, suffocating my thoughts and leaving me yearning for the touch and presence of the one I held dearest: Ethan.In the depths of my reminiscence, I found solace and sorrow intermingling as I traveled back to the times we shared, when Ethan was still among the living. Oh, how vivid those memories were! They danced before me like ethereal specters, teasing my senses with their ephemeral existence. I recalled the warmth of his hand clasped tightly in mine, his fingers interlacing with mine as if to symbolize the unbreakable bond we shared. In those moments, he was my protector, my confidant, and my champion. His voice, soft and soothing, resonated in my ears as he whispered promises of eternal love, vowing tha
As they settled into bed, the room bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, Alex pulled Emily close, their bodies entwined as if they were two halves of a perfect whole. The weight of the day's worries seemed to melt away as they sought comfort in the warmth of their embrace. Their fingertips traced gentle patterns along each other's skin, sending shivers of pleasure through their bodies. Alex's touch was tender, filled with a profound love that had blossomed between them. Emily's heart swelled with gratitude for this person who had become her rock, her confidant, and her greatest supporter. Their whispered words of love filled the air, mingling with the soft, rhythmic sound of their breathing. "I love you," Alex murmured against Emily's ear, the words a gentle caress that sent a rush of warmth through her veins. "I love you too," she replied, her voice filled with a tenderness that only he could evoke. They spoke of their hopes and dreams, their fears an
The moon cast a romantic glow upon the rooftop terrace as Alex gathered his courage, his heart pounding in his chest. He locked eyes with Emily, her gaze filled with anticipation. They had spent the evening baring their souls, revealing their deepest fears and dreams to one another. Now, a weight had been lifted, and Alex knew it was time to take the next step. Taking a deep breath, Alex mustered up his resolve and spoke, his voice quivering with nervous excitement. "I have something important to ask you, Emily," he began, his eyes never leaving hers. Emily's curiosity sparked, her eyes widening as she leaned forward, eager to hear his words. "What is it, Alex?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. With his heart racing, Alex reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the plush velvet box that held the engagement ring. He withdrew it, revealing the sparkling diamond nestled within. "Emily, you have changed my life in ways I never thought possible," he said, a
The wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of blossoming flowers and the promise of spring. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow across the quiet suburban neighborhood, Alex's heart pounded with nervous excitement. He clutched the bouquet of roses tightly in his hand, their velvety petals a stark contrast to the turmoil that churned within him.Alex had spent days meticulously planning this moment. He knew he had to do something grand, something that would sweep Emily off her feet and reaffirm his undying love for her. And so, he had purchased an expensive ring, a symbol of commitment and devotion.Taking a deep breath, Alex approached Emily's house, his footsteps echoing on the cobblestone path. He inserted the key into the lock, the familiar click resonating through the quiet night. With a trembling hand, he pushed open the door, anticipation bubbling in his chest.But as he stepped inside, his heart plummeted to the depths of despair. Th
In the quiet serenity of dawn, the world was beginning to stir. The sun, a bright orb of flaming orange, rose with an ethereal grace, casting its radiant smile through the nursery's gauzy curtains. The delicate patterns in the fabric created a playful tableau of dancing shadows on the walls, a gentle spectacle that signaled the start of a new day.And in the heart of this gentle spectacle was Ariella, an epitome of grace and love. Her heart pounded to a rhythmic lullaby, a testament to her newfound role as a mother. Her eyes, soft with affection, fell on the crib that held her most precious treasure - Sophia. "Mornin', sunshine," she cooed softly, her voice like the gentle rustling of leaves. Her fingers danced over Sophia's chubby cheeks, her touch as light as a butterfly's kiss. Sophia stirred, her little body stretching in response to the morning light. Her hazel eyes fluttered open, the world reflected in their innocent gaze. Her lips, pink and plump, curved into a gummy grin as