Ophelia’s PovThe flight was smooth, but my mind was anything but it I kept my hands folded in my lap, my eyes focused on the clouds outside, pretending I wasn’t hyper-aware of the man sitting next to me. Ryder hadn't said anything else after our brief exchange, but his presence was suffocating. Every now and then, I could feel his gaze on me, and it took everything in me to act like I didn’t notice them. Camilla and David were still chatting excitedly about the vacation plans, while Daniel and Nichole whispered between themselves, lost in their little love bubble. I envied them. Just as I thought I could survive the rest of the flight in silence, Ryder leaned in slightly. His voice was low, almost thoughtful. “You still grip the seat during takeoff.” I tensed, my fingers curling slightly. “It is normal. A lot of people don’t like flying.” He hummed as if considering my words. “You didn’t let go of my hand immediately, though. Like you didn't want to” My head snapped t
Ophelia's Pov The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the ocean. The laughter of my friends filled the air, but I was only half-present. My body was here, floating in the cool water, but my mind was restless. Ryder’s words still echoed in my head. "Or maybe you are just avoiding something."I wasn’t avoiding anything. At least, that was what I told myself. Daniel and David were competing to see who could stay underwater the longest, while Camilla cheered them on from the shore. Nichole was floating beside me, her arms stretched out as she sighed in contentment. “This is perfect,” she murmured. “I wish we could stay here forever.” I nodded absently, my gaze drifting to the shore. Ryder stood near the water’s edge, his hands in his pockets, watching them compete in the water, but occasionally, his eyes flickered to me. Watching me.A small wave rocked my balance, and I sucked in a sharp breath as I steadied myself. “You okay?” Nichole asked, glancing
Ophelia's PovI should have said no. I should have excused myself, claimed exhaustion, or feigned a sudden need to check on something in my room. But instead, I let Nichole and Camilla’s excitement pull me in, and now here I was— stuck in a game I wanted no part of.The game is nothing different from truth or dare. Camilla came back with the cards, shuffled the deck of cards, and spread them in the middle of the table, a grin on her face. “Alright, I will go first.” She picked a card and flipped it over. “It says tell us about your first kiss.” David groaned. “Really? We all know your first kiss was in Paris with that guy from your art class.” Camilla gasped, smacking his arm. “Ugh, don’t ruin my moment, David!” Laughter rippled around the table, but I barely heard it. Because Ryder was watching me again. Why can't he take his eyes off me? He is keeping his eyes on me, watching me like a hawk. I clenched my fists under the table. One by one, the game continued, eve
Ophelia's pov I was breathing hard, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My hand stung from the impact, but it was nothing compared to the fire raging inside me.His gaze flickered with something— regret, maybe— but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. He exhaled sharply, his fingers flexing at his cheeks. “I needed to know.” His voice was rough, low, but firm. “You don’t get to ask me that.” My voice rose, heat rushing up my neck. “You don’t get to stand here and throw disgusting accusations at me.” I shook my head in disbelief. “You are disgusting. Do you really think so little of me?”I heard footsteps approaching, but I barely registered them before a voice cut through the tension between Ryder and me.“What the hell is going on ?” Camilla. I turned sharply to see her standing at the entrance of the bar area, her eyes flicking between me and Ryder. Behind her were Nichole and Daniel, who just appeared with their faces marked with confusion and concern. David also ap
Ryder's PovI stood outside her room, waiting for Daniel to come out, my fists clenched at my sides, jaw tight. I saw her sobbing in his arms by the beach. I had seen her sobbing in Daniel’s arms. I had seen the way she had broken down and cried, the way her body had trembled with a pain so raw it had gutted me. It was a sight that burned itself into my mind, a knife twisting in my gut. I could hear the hurt in her voice as she cried and screamed, clutching into Daniel.Seeing her break down like that, seeing her clutch onto Daniel as if he were her lifeline, made something dark coil inside me. The door finally opened, and Daniel stepped out. He closed the door gently behind him and let out a sigh. His face was unreadable at first, but when he saw me, his expression hardenedI pushed off the wall. “How is she?” Daniel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “She cried herself to sleep.” Something in me twisted. It was all because of me. I made her cry. I made her break down.
Ophelia's PovThe morning sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming my face. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling.I remembered what happened the previous night, and I turned my face in the direction of the sunlight from the slightly opened curtain, but it did nothing to chase away the cold emptiness in my chest. I lay still, my body heavy with exhaustion. My head ached from all the crying from last night, my throat raw from the sobs and screams I had let out the night before. I had tried to hold myself together, but everything had come crashing down when I saw Daniel. I was just sitting staring out at the beach, holding myself from breaking down but the look on Daniel's face broke me.And he had seen me break. Ryder had seen me at my worst. He had seen me in my vulnerable state. A part of me hated that he had seen me like that— weak, vulnerable, shattered. But another part of me was too tired to care anymore. If at all, I was glad I was able to cry out my pain.A s
Ophelia's Pov “How long have you been out here?” I asked him, and he scratched the back of his neck. He would normally do that when he was nervous.“Not quite long,” he said and I nodded. There was silence between us and I knew he was trying to find the right words to say.“How are you doing?” He asked and I raised my eyebrows at him.“I am better than before,” I answered and was about to leave my door.“I am sorry,” I stopped but didn't look at him, I kept my eyes on my stomach. “I am sorry for accusing you wrongly. I shouldn't have,”“Is that all?” I asked and turned to look at him when I didn't get any reply from him.“Is that all you are sorry for?” His eyes held guilt in them but I wanted to hear him admit it to me. I wasn't going to read the meaning in his expression like I used to.“I am sorry for everything. I am sorry for hurting you. I am sorry for making you cry. I am sorry for making you go through so much. I am sorry for not looking for you earlier. I am sorry,” he wal
Ophelia's pov I explained everything to her, leaving nothing out. I was transparent with her so she could see the reasons I didn't tell her. “I didn't want you to think of me in another way and I didn't tell you. I am sorry. I don’t expect you to forgive me right away, but I just… I don’t want to lose you.”Nichole was silent for a moment just looking at me. Then she let out a long breath. “You are an idiot, you know that?” A small, shaky laugh escaped me, relieved “I know.” She stared at me for a few seconds, then stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. I froze for a moment before wrapping my arms around her, a tear slipping down my cheek. “I think you are still the sweetest and kindest soul ever,” she murmured. “You think?”“I know,” she said before pulling away from me.“I know you have been through a lot but we will figure it out.” She smiled at me. “Together,” I nodded, cleaning my tearsRelief washed over me, and I pulled her to me, hugging her and holding on to he
Ophelia's Pov A heavy silence fell over the room. The implications of what we had just uncovered were unsettling. Could Olivia have orchestrated Ryan’s kidnapping? Why would she do that if she did?I glanced at Ryder, his jaw tight, his hands clenched into fists. His expression was unreadable, but I could sense the storm brewing beneath the surface. Gina sat stiffly on the couch, her fingers twisting together. “I— I don’t want to believe it,” she whispered. “But if she could do this to Ryan, what else is she capable of doing?” Ryder exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. “If Olivia did this… If she put our son in danger…” His voice trailed off, but the quiet fury in his tone was unmistakable. “She faked her death and framed me, what else can she not do?” I asked aloud, trying the grasp the realization we just made.A cold shiver ran down my spine. Olivia had always been manipulative, but would she really go that far? To harm an innocent child? Her biological child?
Ryder's Pov As I drove back home, the ride home was quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. It was a silence thick with unspoken emotions, a silence filled with thoughts and neither of us knew how to voice out yet.Ryan had fallen asleep in the backseat, his small head resting against the car seat, his little chest rising and falling in steady breaths. I glanced at him through the rearview mirror before shifting my gaze to Ophelia who was sitting in the passenger seat. She was staring out of the window, her fingers gently tracing her belly, lost in thought. The breeze from the window fanned against her face making her hair cover her face.I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. I had seen my child today. I had heard the heartbeat. The heartwarming and rhythmic heartbeat.It was not just a concept or just an obligation, it was an actual tiny human, with a heartbeat strong and steady, with little hands that had moved.It was the life growing inside of Ophelia. I swallowed
Ophelia's Pov The air in Joe’s office was thick with tension as the two of them had a stare-down. Ryder’s grip on Joe’s hand was firm, too firm and while Joe maintained a professional posture, I could see the way his jaw tightened ever so slightly.I shifted uncomfortably, moving Ryan in my lap to adjust him as I glanced between them. "Joe was a great help to me when I had no one else," I said quietly, attempting to ease whatever silent conflict was occurring between the both of them. Ryder was the first to release Joe's hand but didn't lean back to his seat. His expression was still stoic, his eyes fixed on the doctor as though looking for something.Joe, though, just nodded and leaned back in his chair. "I can understand why you would this way, Mr. Smith. But Ophelia was in a difficult spot at the time. I simply did what I thought was best to keep her and the baby safe."Ryder's jaw tightened, but he said nothing, his eyes still trained on Joe.I coughed to clear my throat becaus
Ophelia's Pov I snuggled closer to Ryder but found the bed empty. I sat up from the bed rubbing my eyes. The last I could remember was in Ryder's arms in the bathtub. I must have fallen asleep and he carried me to the bed. I looked down to my body and I was wearing his shirt and boxers.I flung my feet to the floor and stood up from the bed. I went into the bathroom and did my business. I went inside the closet and chose the cloth to wear. Standing in front the mirror, I stared at my reflection.I looked better than the nights before and my bump was bigger. I put a reminder in mind to visit the hospital. I would be due in few weeks times and I needed to be careful. I dressed and left the room, closing the door behind me. Before getting to the living room, I could smell something coming from the kitchen. The smell was faint at first but it grew stronger as I moved closer to the living room. It was until I reached the living room and looked into the kitchen, discovering it was br
Ophelia's Pov The silence of the moment enveloped us, and for the first time in days, I could finally breathe. Ryder's presence was an anchor, it was grounding me in the center of the hurricane I could feel brewing inside. I leaned back against him, allowing the warmth of the water and the strong beat of his heart to fill the empty spaces in my head. The weight of my worry didn't lift from me, but for a moment, it was easier to carry."I don't know what to do, Ryder," I panted, the words tumbling out before I could catch them. "I keep thinking about Olivia most of the time, I keep thinking about all of it. I don't even know her anymore."Ryder's arms wrapped me close, pulling me more against him, giving me the unspoken reassurance of his presence. I attempted to steady my breath, keeping my eyes shut, but uncertainty within me was cruel. Olivia was changing before my own eyes, and I was uncertain how to relate to her anymore.The woman who spoke to me wasn't the Olivia I grew up w
Ophelia's Pov Getting home, Ryder went straight to his study while I headed to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water. I poured the water into a glass cup and brought the cup closer to my mouth. What was that about? Olivia was into drugs?I drank the water inside the cup at a gulp and set the cup down in the sink. She didn't look like someone who does drugs, so how? How did she end up that way?I shook my head, trying to shake off the thought.I dropped the cup and headed to Ryan's room. The door was slightly ajar, so I pushed it open and saw Ryan beside Mum as they were both sleeping.They both looked peaceful. Mum's hands were over him in a protective manner while he snuggled closer to her. I walked closer to the bed and bent a little, brushing my hand over Ryan's hair. He turned and snuggled more into Mum. They both look cute and so much alike. The aging line in Mum's eyes was so where to be seen. I stood there just staring at the both of them
Ophelia's Pov The interrogation room seemed to be closing in on me, weighted down by unspoken questions, thick with the seriousness of Olivia's confession. They had barely been spoken when she had first said them, but now that I let them settle in my mind, they tumbled at me like a starving beast. "Running from myself," she had said.I did not get it. Who was she really running away from? Hadn't she always been the confident and perfect daughter? Hadn't she always been the one to get everything she wanted? But here, in front of us, I saw something else. I saw the vulnerability, the seething self-loathing that burned in her eyes.I wanted to know. I needed to know. But the more I thought about what she had said, the more obvious it was that I didn't know her at all. "Olivia," I began gently, trying to hold back the tremble from my voice."What did you mean? What is going on here?"She didn't answer at first, hands clenched in her lap, knuckles white with the pressure of her hold.
Ophelia's Pov The quiet in the house was unbearable. Dust hung motionless in the stale air, soaking up the weak light sneaking through broken windows.Olivia leaned back against the freezing wall, pressing her hand onto her belly as if shielding life inside. Not a word passed her lips. She just looked at us— suspiciously, cautiously.Ryder took a step closer, his voice sharp and adamant. "Tell me, Olivia. Who is the father of your baby?"She breathed in slowly, her gaze skittering back and forth between him and me before focusing on the detective behind us. "Can we speak in private and not in front of anyone else?"Ryder's jaw worked. "Not going to happen."The detective turned to us, then Olivia. "Miss Hamilton, if you do have information that can help us, you need to share it now. We are investigating a series of crimes, including the case of your disappearance and Paul's participation in a kidnapping act. If you are in harm's way, we need to know from whom."Olivia laughed— bitter
Ophelia's Pov The sun burst through the curtains and illuminated the bedroom with a warm golden hue. I hadn't slept at all. Regardless of how many times I attempted to shut my eyes, Ryan's screams haunted me, screaming repeatedly in my head. His tiny hands had clasped me all night, and even now, as I inched cautiously to check on him, his tiny fingers gripped tightly in fear that he would lose me.I smoothed out his curls, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. "I am here, baby."He stirred slightly but didn't wake.Ryder was up already, in the armchair by the window, sitting there with an unreadable face."You didn't sleep either?" I whispered to him.He breathed deeply and ran his hand through his hair. "I didn't. I had to make sure you two were okay."I nodded. We were both running on fumes of anxiety and fatigue.And today, I was not moving. I was home with Ryan, keeping him safe.*****The morning passed quietly, and I thanked God. I made Ryan's favorite breakfast of chocolate