OpheliaI stared at her, frozen. My breath was stuck in my chest, my mind refusing to process what my eyes were seeing. "Olivia?" I whispered again as if saying her name would make her disappear or confirm she was real. She didn't say a word, but there was an unreadable expression on her face, mixed between confusion and fear. "How…" My voice shook, and I took one step forward with hesitation. "Olivia, is it really you?" Her green eyes danced, darting around as if in search of some form of escape. "Olivia, it's me, Ophelia," I tried again with a very trembling voice. "I don't know you," she said, her tone low but sharp as if the words were meant to cut. Her denial hit me like a slap. "You really don't know me at all?" I stuttered. "I'm so sorry. You must have me mistaken for someone else." She reached for her veil, pulling it tightly around her face to cover herself once more. "Don't lie to me!" The words had come out sharper and harsher than I had intended, but I co
OpheliaIt happens that Ryan just wanted me. He had fallen asleep in my hands, and I cradled him against myself as I relaxed on the couch, my thoughts wandering to Olivia. His steady, soft breathing was a calming rhythm, and I couldn't help but allow my thoughts to be all over. The moment I saw Olivia replayed over and over in my mind.Why did she deny knowing me? Why didn't she run into my arms like she used to? Why did her eyes hold a stare of indifference instead of recognition? Why was she there? Every detail stuck to my thoughts, dragging me into an endless storm of questions with no answers.She was dead, right? I had seen her lifeless body. I had stood at her funeral, watching as the casket was lowered into the ground, feeling my heart shatter in ways I hadn’t thought possible.That day, the raw grief had consumed me, leaving behind a scar I thought I’d carry forever. How could all of it have been a lie?How in the world was she alive? Or could it be her lookalike? But I knew
Ryder’s POVThe hum of the engine vibrated beneath me as the cab sped through the city streets. My mind was on Ophelia. She’d sounded different on the phone—quieter, almost... sad. Unlike her usual self. I didn’t tell her I’d wrapped up everything early just to surprise her. I wanted to see her face light up when I walked through the door. “Could you go a little faster?” I asked the driver, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. He nodded and picked up speed. For days, she’d been on my mind more than usual. Ophelia wasn’t just managing the house or caring for Ryan—she’d become the center of my world without me realizing it. She made me want to be better, to carve out time for moments that weren’t filled with business or deals. Just her, Ryan, and me. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction when she realized I’d returned early. I wanted to watch that smile of hers, the one that seemed to light up everything around her. The thought was interrupted when the cab slowed. Up ahead, a
Ophelia's povMy eyes met Ryder's and he came to me, holding me by my shoulder, and whispered, “Ophelia, please calm down”“B-but-” I couldn't form words as tears filled my eyes. “Shhhh, take a deep breath and breathe out,” I did as he said, “You are not going to get answers like this, you are scaring her.” he turned to Olivia, who was observing us under her eyelid.“Please, let us have our seats and talk,” he gestured to the couch.All seated, I couldn't help but observe Olivia. She looked confused and tense. She still carried that aura with her but there was something amiss in her.“Where have you been?” I couldn't hold myself any longer but ask. I was running out of patience which was not my attribute.“In my world,” she answered in a ‘duh’ tone. I wanted to ask another question when Ryder spoke before I did.“What is your name?” I could see behind his composure. He was shaken by her appearance. His eyes hadn't left hers since she appeared, and his gaze was soft and tender towards
Ophelia's pov I felt the space beside me and found nothing. I opened my eyes but didn't find Ryder beside me. “Babe,” I called out, thinking he was in the bathroom, but I didn't get a response. I flunked my legs to the floor and said my silent prayers before leaving the room and going to Ryan's room.His room was empty. First, my heart raced with different possibilities before settling with the thought of Ryan with Ryder. I might have slept so deep and late. I headed to the living room.I heard Ryan's voice before I saw him. He was sitting beside Ryder while opposite them was Olivia. She was dressed in her old clothes, and she looked clean and tidy, unlike the previous day. Ryder's gaze was fixed on Olivia with pain, longing, and something else I could place my hands on.Ryan kept on talking to Ryder, and Ryder only nodded his head as paying attention to him.Something about the setting struck something in my heart and I couldn't look away. “Mama” Ryan shouted and tried getting of
Ophelia's pov.I don't know the nagging feeling that came over me suddenly as I served breakfast on the table. “Breakfast is ready,” I said out loud and took out my chair, sitting down. Ryder and Olivia came to the dining table and sat down.I helped Ryder with his plate and turned to help Olivia. Olivia normally ears light and she eats only 2 pancakes because she used to watch her weight. But if she wanted to forget about her diet, she takes 3 to 4 pancakes so I just put 3 for her on her plate and added strawberry syrup for her on it.“Thank you,” she smiled, and I smiled back before serving myself.Between the two of us, I was the foodie. While Olivia cared about her beauty, shape, and skin, I cared about food, movies, and novels.And that makes us so different. I remember always stealing her food because I knew she wouldn't finish it, the memory brought a smile to my face.I looked down at my mountain of pancakes and dug in immediately. Almost halfway into my food, Gina arrived, a
Ophelia’s povI lay in Ryder’s arms, my body still tingling from the intense moment we shared in his office. His fingers lazily trailed patterns on my back, a rare smile playing on his lips. It felt like a moment of peace, a reprieve from the emotional storm that had been brewing since Olivia’s return. “I have never done anything like that,” I said, breaking the silence. He hummed and I asked the question in my mind. “What now?” his fingers, which were trailing lazily on my back, stopped. “I mean, what is going to happen now that Olivia is back?” “I will take her to the hospital tomorrow for a check-up, and hopefully, she will regain her memory,” he continued, trailing patterns on my back. “What about me? Will I still remain in your life now that your first wife is here?” His fingers froze on my back before he replied.“You are my wife and I won't leave you. You are Ryan's mother as well as my wife and you bring so much happiness to our lives. Don't think about it too hard” he ki
Ophelia's pov Later that evening, after I had tucked Ryan into bed, I found her sitting on the balcony, staring out at the stars. The cool night breeze ruffled her hair, and for a moment, she looked peaceful, almost like the Olivia I remembered from years ago. “ Do you mind if I join you?” I asked, stepping out onto the balcony. She glanced at me and smiled faintly. “Of course not.” I sat down beside her, my hands fidgeting in my lap. The words I wanted to say felt heavy on my tongue, I didn't know how to begin. “Olivia, there is something you should know” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. She turned to me, her brow furrowing in concern. “What is it? I hope it isn't another bombshell on me. I am getting exhausted with taking information in” “It is about your life before the incident,” I said, taking a deep breath. “There is something you don’t know.” Her confusion deepened, and I could see the gears turning in her head. “What do you mean?” I hesitated, my hand
Ophelia's Pov I held my laugh as I glanced at Ryder who was laying on his floor but his legs and arm were coming out of the couch.I felt guilty of chasing him out of the bed but I had my reasons.I didn't want him to think I had entirely forgiven him and I was conscious of my body. I had gotten fatter and fuller.I removed the duvet and covered him with it before arranging the bed and going inside the closet to choose clothes to wear.There was nothing really to wear in my closet since they weren't maternity dresses. I pulled my box which I brought and opened it I haven't offloaded my bag since I came. The bags were taken to the house and when I needed clothes in the hospital, Ryder bought them for me.Removing a blue floral maternity dress from the bag, I left the closet and spread it on the bed with my undies.Ryder turned in his sleep, making the duvet fall off his body. Wanting to cook for the family after a long time and not wanting him to wake up meeting me in the room, I qu
Ryder's Pov Ophelia spent time with Ryan before putting him to sleep. I waited for her to lay Ryan to bed before we both headed to our room.When we stepped into the room, Ophelia headed straight for the bed, her hand resting on her stomach as she exhaled heavily. I shut the door behind me and watched her, waiting for her to say something to ease the tension within me. She didn't. "You okay?" I finally asked. She turned to face me, exhaustion evident in her eyes. "I am tired. My leg hurts,” I looked at her feet and saw it was slightly swollen.Kneeling on the floor, I took her leg and placed it on my thigh.“What are you doing?” She asked, taking her leg from my thigh. I put her leg back on my thigh. “I will give you a leg massage,” I said, applying pressure while rubbing and pressing her leg.“Thank you,” She said before closing her eyes and moaning.I smiled and continued to message her leg, seeing it was relieving her of the pain.After some while, she yawned.“Feeling s
Ophelia's Pov After dinner, I went to Olivia's door and knocked. She opened the door and walked back to the bed. I entered the room and shut the door behind me.“Can I sit?” I asked, standing in front of her.“You should. You are pregnant,” she looked at my stomach before dropping her gaze back down.I sat on the bed but my mind was in chaos. What should I start the conversation with?Should I start with, It has been a long time since we spoke or I am sorry?“You wanted to talk,” she said after some seconds.“I didn't see you at the hospital,” “I was giving you space and I didn't want to be the third wheel,” “Third wheel?” I asked, confused. “You were never a third wheel” “Is that what you came here for?” She asked, impatient.“I wanted to apologize for everything I cost you. I am so sorry. I don't know how and why I did it. It is still a memory to me…” I trailed off not knowing what to say.“You tried to kill me, Ophelia. Your sister. What if you had succeeded in killing me? I t
Ophelia's Pov Ryan was discharged after three days in the hospital. I haven't left the hospital in those three days. Ryder and Joe persuaded me to go to the house, rest, freshen, and ear, but I declined. I didn't want to leave Ryan's side.When they saw I wasn't going to leave, they stopped talking about me. Ryder made sure to bring new clothes and food for me every day, while Joe made sure to check up on me and my baby every day to make sure we were both doing well. He also spares his lunch break to keep me company.I haven't really seen Olivia since the day we met but I have heard her voice outside the room. There was a gap between us that was too large to cross for any of the two of us to cross, and I got it. What I did was unforgivable but I hope to get her forgiveness. The car pulled In front of the house, and I remained in my chair, staring at the house from the glass.Ryder came to the passenger's seat and carried Ryan in his arms. “Ophelia, are you not coming?” He asked
Ophelia's Pov I detached myself from Ryder's side and bent to Ryan's level.“Don't mind him. Will you eat now?” I asked, diverting his attention and he stopped.I helped him with his food, feeding him. Unlike his usual chattering and playing, he was very obedient and cooperative. My little boy had grown. I wish he could be like this forever.The nurses came to give him his medicine and check him up so Ryder and I moved out of the room.Olivia and Mum had gone home already, so it was just Ryder and me outside the door.“I am not your wife anymore,” I said after sitting down on the chair outside. “Don't lie to Ryan again,”I could feel his eyes on me. “I was not lying to him,” I scoffed, “You told him I was yours when, in fact, I am not. He should start knowing the truth,”“Even about his biological mother?” He asked and I turned to him.“I am still his mother. This doesn't change anything even as you have gotten back with Olivia. I love him as my own and I always will.” “We are not
Ophelia's Pov With my eyes closed, I tapped repeatedly on the bed, my other hand not leaving Ryan's hand.It looked like I was sleeping or at peace but I wasn't. My mind was racing with different thoughts.Ryder's confession still echoed in my head like a song played over and over again. I wanted to believe him, but doubt crept inside my heart like a shadow, whispering uncertainties. Was it real? Or was it just the heat of the moment, the emotions of him happy that he was doing to be a father? Was it just mere words to keep me from running again?He said he never loved me or felt anything towards me four months ago. Then what changed now? Why was he confessing love to me?I opened my eyes and turned my head slightly to look at Ryan. His tiny hand rested in mine, his face relaxed in deep sleep. He was my anchor, the only constant in all of this. I felt so guilty for leaving him behind like that, but I wasn't going to anymore. I had to be strong for him, no matter how much my heart w
Olivia's PovI clenched my fists so tight by my side that my nails bit into my palms. The sight before me, the way Ryder looked at Ophelia, his closeness with her and the way he confessed his feelings to her made my blood boil. I turned away from the door, my breath uneven. My plan had failed. Again. Everything I had done, every calculated move, every carefully placed doubt, it had all been for nothing. Ophelia still had him. She still had a way to get to him.Even after all these months, after my return, after everything I had orchestrated, Even when she left she had a hold on him and Ryan. That little brat didn't make it easy for me either. He was either throwing a tantrum, crying for Ophelia, or being too quiet.He was meant to bring me closer to Ryder, but instead, he was just useless, making me care for him all day.For a little boy, he was able to tell me and Ophelia apart.My body shook with anger, but I forced myself to breathe. I can’t lose my composure now. Losing cont
Ophelia's Pov Olivia walked up to Ryan to check up on me but Ryan's eyes still looked in my direction.When she saw that Ryan's eyes hadn't left mine, she turned and looked at me. I walked up to Ryan's bedside where Ryder and Olivia were standing.“Hey, baby. What do you need?” I asked bending to his lips to hear him.“Water,” he said and I nodded.“I will bring some for you now,” I straightened and went to the table in the room. I poured water from the jug into the cup and went back to him.I helped him drink the water before laying him back on the bed. He closed his eyes and I guess he went back to sleep.The room was suffocatingly silent, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on us like a thick fog. Beside me, Olivia's eyes bore into me, sharp with her expression unreadable. But for a moment I saw it— the flicker of something dark beneath her composed facade.Jealousy? Rage? Betrayal?Her gaze drifted to my belly once more, and I instinctively placed a protective hand over i
Ophelia's POVThe moment we landed in New York, reality hit me harder than ever. I was back. Back to the life I had run from and tried so hard to move on from, but yet here I was, stepping into it once again.There was a car waiting for us as we left the airport. From there, we headed straight to the hospital.The drive to the hospital was quiet, except for the occasional sound of Ryder drumming his fingers against his thigh. He was getting impatient but hiding it very well.I kept my hands folded in my lap, my mind racing. What if Ryan didn’t recognize me? What if he had changed so much that I wouldn’t recognize him? I knew it was just four months since I left but kids grow fast. What if he doesn't want to see me? The fear was suffocating.Above all, I was more scared for my baby. The pain he must be in. The discomfort he must be in. ‘I pray he is fine. I pray he shouldn't be in a critical condition’ I prayed silently in my heart with my fingers crossed.As the car rolled to a sto