ACEIA'S POVHudson still loves Marthina. I could feel it. My heart shattered into a million pieces."What's wrong, Mommy Ace?" Phoenix's sad voice pulled me out of my trance. I wiped away the tears I didn't even realize had fallen.And that got the attention of Marthina and Hudson."Aceia?" I put Phoenix down, then I ran towards our room. I ran to the bathroom, leaned my back against the door, and cried.Does I really have a place in Hudson's heart? It hurts every time I see them. It's like I'm the only one who believes that I still have a place in my husband's heart."Aceia?" Hudson called out, followed by soft knocks on the door. I probably need to tell Hudson what I think. I don't want what is happening. It hurts too much. I wipe my wet cheek with my palm before opening the door."Ace?" Hudson said softly."Are you even aware that you've been hurting me since yesterday, Hudson?""Ace?" I punched him hard in the chest before I left the bathroom."You are fucking insensitive!" I bell
ACEIA'S POVI was silently sitting on the dining table eating lunch when Marthina sat down in the chair in front of me. Hudson's grandmother was in the living room, reading a magazine. I had my lunch late because I woke up past lunch."Hudson is mine," Marthina said with anger and jealousy in her voice. "He will never be yours."I knew it. This woman still hopes that she and Hudson will get back together. Well, sorry, darling, I won't let you.You may be dying, but that won't make me give Hudson to you.I looked at her and spoke boredly. "I'll just remind you that Hudson and I are married. So if you intend to get him, then good luck to you."Marthina smirked. "It was an arranged marriage. It only shows that Hudson doesn't really love you, and he only married you because he needed something from you. I came here because of Hudson, and I will have him soon."Pain sipped through my heart, but I did not show it. I didn't want this woman to see me hurt by what she said. I would not give Ma
ACEIA'S POVWhile I was sitting and sipping coffee with a little cream, I was talking on the cell phone with Beatrice. After what happened, I called Beatrice to talk to her about what I was feeling. I need someone to listen to me because if I don't tell anyone about what I felt, I feel like I'm going to explode.I know what is happening is complicated, but I tried to understand. And I guess even if I tried so hard, there was still always a reason for me to question my decision. I knew from the very beginning that I should walk away and let Hudson be with his son and Marthina. That's the best decision for me to protect my heart.But I couldn't just let go of my husband. I need to fight for him."You know what? You two need space so that you both think straight," Beatrice said on the other line.Yes, Beatrice is right, but there's a part of me that just can't leave Hudson with Marthina because I know she's planning something."No, I already told you that Marthina is planning something;
ACEIA'S POVAfter the second day of the convention, I immediately returned to the cabin where I was staying. The convention was held on a beach in Isla Plaza, and each of the attendees had a cabin that served as a sleeping place.Beatrice was nowhere to be found; maybe she was having fun with someone, so I didn't waste my time trying to find her.As I walked back to my cabin, my fingers tapped quickly as I sent it to Beatrice, letting her know that I was just in my cabin.After that, I immediately entered my cabin and dressed in short shorts and a halter shirt, then simple black slippers.I was still busy putting on makeup when someone knocked on the door."Wait a minute!" I shouted from inside the cabin.Maybe it's one of the island staff who will clean the cabin. I left my makeup on the bed and opened the door.My body went rigid when I saw who was outside the door. It's not one of the staff on the island. It was Hudson, and he looked irritated."You left without telling me?" Hudson
"Yes. I really wanted to have a baby with you. I realized that when the first time Phoenix called me mommy," my chest tightened. "We've had it three times, but I still can't feel that I'm pregnant." I turned to Hudson, who was looking at me. "Are you sure you're not infertile?"The man's eyebrows met. "Me? Are you saying that I'm barren? Aceia, I'm a healthy male. I'm not barren!" He sounded horrified."Don't yell at me!" I rolled my eyes at him. "It's annoying. Why haven't I gotten pregnant yet?"I was startled when Hudson put his hand inside my clothes and rubbed my belly. "Take a pregnancy test to be sure. Because I'm sure I'm not sick."I frowned. "I was fertile when something happened to us." My snout grew longer. "Hudson, well, are you sure you're not infertile?""I'm sure." He suddenly was on top of me and planted a kiss on my lips. "I'm not barren, Aceia. Why are you even asking me that kind of question? Well, you, aren't you barren?"She glared at him. "I'm not barren. Asshol
ACEIA'S POVI was happy when me and Hudson got out of his car. We just returned to Spain from Isla Plaza. We both had smiles on our faces as we walked, holding each other's hands, towards Vasco's mansion.I know that I should return to New York because of my business. Beatrice told me that she's going to Germany because of her fashion runway. Even though I don't want to go back to New York, I don't have a choice, so basically, I only have two days to stay in Spain before I go back to New York.Instead of three days, me and Hudson spent a week at Isla Plaza. We hardly left the cabin that we occupied because we would rather cuddle than go outside. We made love all day and all night. We only stopped when we were sleeping, resting, and eating. It was the best week of my entire life.But my smile immediately disappeared when Marthina opened the door.Bad vibes immediately welcomed me. I wanted to slap the woman when she looked and smiled at Hudson.We shouldn't go back here because I know
ACEIA'S POVI turned to Hudson as he hugged me around the waist and pulled me closer."Don't walk away from me, my love," Hudson whispered in a sleepy voice.I secretly smiled at what he said. "I don't want to go away, but it's time for dinner, Hudson. We're going to eat. Wake up now."Hudson grunted. "Let's stay in bed, please. One more round and I'll be good."I pinched the young man's arm. "No. It's dinner; we need to eat."After Hudson's meeting, he went back home, and I was happy when he woke me up by touching me. We eventually ended up making love until we were tired.Hudson opened his sleepy eyes. "I'm sleepy.""Hudson, I'm hungry," I said with emphasis, then I got up first. "Get up, Hudson," I said as I walked to the bathroom. "It's dinner time."When I entered the bathroom, I immediately took a warm shower. After finishing, I immediately came out with only a towel covering my body."My love, you're turning me on again," said Hudson, who walked closer to me, then hugged me aro
ACEIA'S POVWhen I arrived in New York, I immediately went to our house."Welcome home," Beatrice said when she saw me entering the house.When we were away, Beatrice was living at our house because I told her to take care of my cats."I thought you were leaving," I said when I saw her wearing casual clothes, like she was not in a hurry."Yes, I am, but I didn't know that you'd arrive earlier than I expected, so I rescheduled it to be tomorrow."I rolled my eyes and didn't talk anymore. "I'll be in my room, sleeping."Beatrice didn't talk and just continued sipping her coffee.I fell down on the soft bed and took out my cellphone from the pouch I was carrying.I texted Hudson.'I'm home. How's the company? Stay safe.'When I sent the message, I waited a few minutes for Hudson's reply, but nothing came. Because of my tiredness, I didn't know I fell asleep waiting for his reply.When I woke up the next day, the first thing I looked at was my cellphone, but there was still no reply from
HUDSON'S POVIt began when my parents decided I should attend a math camp, assuring me it would be a joyful experience while they were away. Little did they know that it would become the catalyst for a traumatic event, pushing my life to the edge of death.As Sunday afternoon descended, we meticulously packed our belongings, getting ready to head home. The facilitator signaled the end, prompting us to board the bus. The journey commenced serenely, and I immersed myself in a book, oblivious to the impending disruption.Suddenly, the bus screeched to a halt, shattering the tranquility. My eyes darted outside, revealing an eerie silence only disturbed by the entrance of an armed stranger.Chaos erupted as the man discharged his weapon, sending children into fits of panic. Fear gripped me too, yet I chose to remain silent.Soon, we found ourselves at the mercy of these assailants. Tears flowed from frightened children yearning to return home. Amid the gunfire, a rescue mission unfolded, c
ACEIA'S POVWith all that had happened, I felt like I needed to find closure because of the overwhelming weight that was on my shoulders. I understood that knowing the truth was essential if I was going to embrace a happy future.After receiving confirmation that my daughter was safe, I set off to visit my parents. There were secrets hanging in the air, and it was time to face the ghosts of the past. As I walked up to the door, the air crackled with expectation, and I felt a mixture of resolution and nervousness in my veins.As I sat across from my father, a guy with many life experiences and unspoken stories, I forced myself to go deeper into our family's past. It was as though the walls were listening closely to everything I said, and the weight of unspoken truths echoed throughout the room.For an instant, my father wavered, a trace of regret visible in his eyes. Subsequently, he started to reveal a story of love and sorrow in a voice that carried the weight of decades. He added, "M
ACEIA'S POVHudson and I ran across the sterile hallway, our footsteps hitting the chilly hospital walls like cries for help. The fluorescent lights pulsed harshly overhead, creating eerie shadows that reflected the turmoil in our hearts. Seated on the emergency bed, our daughter was a delicate figure among the difficult chaos of life-threatening medical situations.My vision became blurry as we approached the surgical room. Hudson, who was equally upset, desperately tried to hold onto our hand to help steady ourselves in the emotional storm. The sobs of a pained mother resonated with the far-off wails of sirens outside.The door to the operating room flew open, showing a surgeon whose face reflected the seriousness of the situation. As I talked, my voice quivered, and the words came out of my mouth like thin whispers in the storm.My eyes gleamed with worry as I asked, "Is she... is she going to be okay?" but the surgeon's grave expression offered no instant comfort.The surgeon gave
ACEIA'S POVWhen the man finally tore my top off, I forced myself to get away from him, even though it was difficult to do. I scooted away, trying to get away, but my legs were yanked back with force.Tears were flowing down my cheeks as I looked at Alison, who was still crying. "No, please. Don't do this," I begged.Marthina spoke, casually playing with the gun in her hand while still sitting in front of me, interrupting the terrifying image. "You know, when I was young..."Captivated by her words, I turned to face her. She related the heartbreaking story of how my father abandoned them when she was a young girl, leaving her mother hopeless. She stated, "I never had a happy childhood because your father took that away from me. When he left, my mother fell into madness, unable to care for me. I had to work to survive," before suddenly pressing the trigger, deafening Alison with her cry.I tried again, desperate to get out of the man's grasp, but I was quite conscious that all that was
ACEIA'S POVMy head was hammering when I woke up, like a relentless hammer, causing unbearable pain. The agony in my brain was getting closer to breaking, so I tried to get up and looked around as it did.Alison and I ended up sitting on the ground, tied, and surrounded by rusting, run-down cars in an abandoned car factory.I had no idea where we were.I had flashbacks to Alison, and I went for ice cream, but they were cut short as Marthina barged in holding a gun.After being made to sign a document and given a numbing agent, our bodies passed out. As we awoke, the terrible truth of our imprisonment became apparent.There was one thing we knew for sure: Marthina had planned our kidnapping. Her intentions were still unclear, but she acted with malice in her eyes.Turning to the sound of Alison’s soft sobs, I took a deep breath to compose myself, resisting the urge to succumb to fear.The uncertainty of impending help gnawed at me. All I could hope for was that Hudson was actively searc
ACEIA'S POVIt had been a full week since the intenseencounter with Marthina. I didn't talk to my father after that. I purposefully chose to keep this distance because I needed time to gather my thoughts and reflect before bringing up the hard topic. Even though I really should be talking to my dad and making sure Marthina and Alexander are telling the truth, I take comfort in these quiet times, letting my ideas settle before facing the storm that is coming.This self-imposed break from face-to-face interaction is making my internal turmoil even more confusing. My logical mind begs me to speak with my father immediately in order to get clarification and closure. It is full of longing for pure clarity, wanting to remove any doubt from Marthina's charges and Alexander's remarks. However, the soft murmurs of my heart beg me to take my time, to temper the urgency with a measured resolution, so that feelings don't overshadow any revelations that may come to light.There is a constant feeli
ACEIA'S POVMy mind was jumbled with doubts as I looked at the man in front of us. His manner was sincere, yet there was a persistent suspicion that persisted in the back of my mind. Was he trustworthy? Are we to believe all he said? My eyes studied his facial expressions, searching for any hints while she considered these questions.I questioned whether there was a process for figuring out what defines authenticity or a guide that explained how to deal with the complexities of trust. As the silence lingered between them, I thought about the importance of every word that was said. Was there a clue in his eyes—a slight change in the way he held himself—that would expose the truth?As I kept talking to myself, I fought with the problem of making choices based solely on beliefs. What actions should I take to make sure I'm not misled if I decide to trust? I felt the weight of the situation pressing down on me, forcing me to choose between being sincere and lying. I realized that the way fo
ACEIA'S POV I woke up to a fairly normal workday with very little on my schedule. Driven by the need to give priority to the things that really mattered, I made an unusual decision. Choosing to stay at home, I made the most of my unexpected free day by spending it with my kid. As we explored the simple pleasures of reading aloud, making cookies, and playing games,Following our different adventures, Alison fell into sleepiness and went to bed. Driven, it seemed, by an ongoing restlessness, I sat in the soft light of my laptop, expecting to lose myself in the routine work of checking files.A distant memory emerged as the room filled with the quiet hum of the laptop: a USB card placed in my bags. After getting it back, I started looking for files in its small memory. But somewhere among the things in my bag, I found a strange calling card—something to remember from the mysterious stranger who had passed me by the day before.The card was silently inviting me to inquire as it settled in
ACEIA'S POVI used to have so much wonderful family time, but the burden of running the family business left me exhausted, and my daughter Alison would sulk even on the weekends. I was determined to stop this cycle, so I made the decision to finish work early today and give my scheduled time for bonding with her and Hudson top priority.“Ma’am, you have a board meeting in 30 minutes, followed by a lunch meeting with Mr. Perales. I've arranged a restaurant reservation for that,” my secretary informed me, her voice cutting through the endless stack of reports I was sifting through."Okay, just let me know when it's time for lunch," I replied, my focus still immersed in the sea of paperwork that demanded my attention.While I was signing documents, my secretary gently reminded me that the board members were still waiting. He nodded, and I got up, gathered up my coat, and made my way to the boardroom, wondering aloud if Marthina, who had always been concerned about the company, would be am