ACEIA'S POVI'm lying in bed while silently crying. No sound came out of my mouth, but my tears flowed one after another.A day has passed since what happened. But it still hurts me. My parents asked me about what happened to me because I didn't go out in my room. They tried to talk to me, but I didn't talk to them because I was so focused on the pain I was feeling.From the bed where I was lying, I heard my mother's voice outside of the room. After what happened, I went back to our house. It was obvious in their eyes that they were worried about me, but I didn't talk to them. I just stayed in my room to cry my heart out.And after many hours, I had no more tears to shed. My eyes were sore, and all the emotions I could feel were finally gone.I felt emotionless, even lifeless. As my heart felt so much pain, it became numb, and I could no longer feel anything."Ace, honey. Please talk to mommy. I'm worried about you," my mother said while still knocking on my door.I can't face anyone
ACEIA'S POVAfter I found out that I'm pregnant, I already decided to leave and hide. It wasn't easy for me, but I needed to do it in order to move forward. My marriage hurt me, but I can't let it affect me, specifically since I am pregnant.Even though what happened to us is an agony in my heart, it still leaves me with a beautiful result, and that is my baby, our baby. I never planned to tell Hudson since I know he has his own family. I don't want my child to feel like an outcast, so maybe keeping it a secret is the best decision.Keeping a secret means keeping it from everyone. I never told my parents about my pregnancy. The moment I left New York, I cut off my communication with them.I decided to start my life in Germany. I raised my child with the help of Aidan and Beatrice. Both of them were there when I was pregnant; they became my partners in my pregnancy journey.It had been five long years since the tumultuous end of my marriage. Life had settled into a peaceful rhythm, and
ACEIA'S POV The crisp autumn breeze filled the air as I stepped off the plane in New York. It had been five long years since I left this city, leaving behind a past shrouded in both pain and hope. Clutching my daughter's hand tightly, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement mingled with anxiety as I made my way through the bustling airport."Mommy, why are we here?" Alison tugged at my hand, her big doe-like eyes brimming with curiosity.I smiled down at her, ruffling her golden curls. "We're here to visit your grandma, sweetie. She's not feeling well, so we have to take care of her."As we neared the hospital, my heart raced with anticipation. I wondered if fate would play its hand once more, bringing Hudson into my life once again. But deep down, I knew I couldn't let him know about Alison. Not yet, at least.For now, we would stay hidden, living in the shadows of secrecy.Entering the hospital room, I found my mother lying weakly in the bed. Her eyes lit up as they met min
As I accepted the daunting responsibility of running our family company, the weight of the world seemed to settle on my shoulders. And to add to the complexity of it all, my mother insisted that we live with her during this time. I don't know what she was thinking, but she had this whole dream of a big, happy family under one roof. And apparently, I couldn't argue with a woman who had her ways.So here we were, in my parents' house, with breakfast spread across the table. The clinking of cutlery against plates filled the air, drowning out the silence that had settled over us like a fog."Mommy, can I go with you to your workplace?" my daughter, Alison, piped up innocently, her big blue eyes shining with curiosity.As I hesitated, my mind raced to form an appropriate response. "As much as I'd love to have you, sweetheart, mommy will be very busy," I managed to say, my voice betraying the internal turmoil. "Maybe some other time."The silence that followed felt heavy, unbroken by anythin
"Really? You want to make it up to me?" I said, laughing sarcastically. "Do you forget you have your own family, Hudson? So stop saying this stupid shit."I said and was about to walk when Hudson held me. "I let you go before because I saw how much you wanted to, but that doesn't mean I don't care for you anymore."I shook the hand that Hudson was holding. "Well, I don't care anymore, Hudson; I'm a lready move so please let's be professional. Because even though it's the end of the world, I would never fall for you again."Because of what I said, Hudson untold his hand that was holding me.After our confrontation, I didn't see Hudson again; maybe he went back to Spain to visit his family. Well, if that's the case, I could say that Alison and I can wonder around New York without being afraid that Hudson might see us."Mommy! "I instantly shifted my gaze to Alison."Yes, baby?" she inquired, smiling."Can we go to the mall, please?" Alison exclaimed enthusiastically as she clapped."Of c
ACEIA'S POVAlison was trying to reach for the doll, so she dropped the toy that she was holding. I saw Hudson, who's in the same store too, and I didn't know what he was doing there. He was about to walk out when he saw my daughter struggling to reach the doll.He stopped for a bit to stare at Alison before handing her the doll she wanted. He also picked up the toy that Alison dropped and handed it to her."Fuck," I whispered and hurriedly ran closer to it.Hudson bent down so he could look at my daughter up close. He just stared at her while Alison was thinking about whether she should get the doll or not."Alison Haven!" I called in panic.Hudson and Alison looked at me. Alison was smiling, but Hudson was serious. His dark eyes pierced into me. It was like he was telling me something. I already knew what was running through his mind."Iook, mommy, he also has green eyes like me!" Alison said happily."Yeah, he is, sweetheart. Let's go," I stammered before grabbing her hand to pull h
ACEIA'S POVI didn't look at Hudson; I just waited for him to go near the table. I'm not ready to face him after what happened in the mall."Hudson, son. I'm glad you came," Mr. Hendric said, and then he gestured his hand towards me. "I was talking to Aceia; if you want, you can join us here—""I'm sorry, Mr. Hendric, but I need to talk to some associates; it's needed since I'm taking over the business," I said, then immediately stood up from my seat.I didn't wait for Mr. Hendric to answer; I just walked without any destination in mind. I just wanted to avoid Hudson.When I saw the mini bar that was in the left corner of the venue, I immediately went there to drink to clear my thoughts.———HUDSON'S POVI saw Aceia drinking a bottle of pina colada. I wondered why this woman was drinking, because, as far as I knew, Aceia doesn't drink. To find out, I decided to approach her."It seems like you just lied to my father to avoid me," I said, but it seems Aceia didn't hear anything, so I sn
ACEIA'S POVI immediately ran out of the room so that I could go home already, and when I found the door out of the house, I immediately turned it open, but I stopped when suddenly someone spoke."Where do you think you're going?" The nostalgic owner of that voice stopped me. I immediately turned to face him. I gasped when l saw Hudson only wearing an apron and khaki shorts.With a taunting look on Hudson's face, he asked, "enjoying the view?"Because of what I heard, I immediately averted my eyes and said, "In your dreams, anyway, why am I here at your house?""I brought you here because you were drunk last night," Hudson said, as if it were nothing."You should just drop me off at my parents house. You don't have to take me here." Hudson didn't answer my question; instead, he handed me something."Here, drink it to get rid of your headache, and also take a bath because you stink already. I have prepared your clothes in your room. You can use it," Hudson said in an authoritative voice
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