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 povThe drive home felt like a blur with my mind racing with possible thoughts. But the ones that stood out were: what does the note mean? Why was it placed on my car and who did it?When I arrived, the house was quiet, but I brushed it aside and went to the refrigerator, opened a bottle of water, and drank from it. I breathed out in relief as I closed my eyes.“Welcome, ma'am.” Gina appeared beside me. “How was your day?” She asked with a smile.I nodded, returning her smile, “It was good. Where is everyone?” There was no sign of Ryder and Olivia. I didn't see Ryan either.“Sir took Miss Olivia to the hospital and Ryan is fast asleep in his room. Do you want me to make anything for you” she asked, her eyes looking at me with concern. “No, thank you. You do a lot already for me already” “No, it is nothing. I am free anyways,” she insisted, and I gave in. “Anything is fine by me,” she nodded her head and started opening cabinets to prepare something and I walked out of the ki
Ryder's povNothing I was reading was registering in my head. I have to finish this project work before I resume officially to work and I couldn't concentrate.With Olivia in the house, Ophelia has withdrawn back into her shell, making it hard for me to read her. She has been on my mind all morning since she left the house. I knew I accepted I love Olivia to Ophelia but the truth is I don't fucking know anymore. I miss Olivia, I am happy she is alive and back in our lives but there is Ophelia—my wife.I pushed my chair from my desk and stood up messing my hair as I pulled on it. What is wrong with me? Why am I finding it hard to confront Ophelia, I really want to talk to her.‘Because you claimed to love someone else in front of her,' the little voice in my head said.I honestly didn't mean to tell her that; it just came out, and I couldn't take it back. The look of hurt in her eyes and the tears that filled her eyes broke something in me.She has been pushing me away, avoiding me, a
Ophelia's pov The water cascading down my face couldn’t wash away the storm raging in my heart. I leaned against the cool tiles of the bathroom, gripping the sink's edge with trembling hands with the water from the shower washing over me. I looked at the mirror, my reflection staring back at me.I looked pale, drained, and tired. For the last few days, I have barely eaten, and I was thinking too much.What do I do now? Ryder’s words echoed relentlessly in my mind, his voice filled with emotion. “I miss us.”I felt the same way. I miss hearing his voice, I miss his teasing and flirts. I miss him so much but I can't stop the guilt in my chest. The guilt of missing him while Olivia was back. I felt like I stole her man from her. Many thoughts keep invading my head. What if? What if Ryder was really sorry?But what about me? What about the anguish I felt when he admitted he still loves Olivia? His betrayal had cut me deeper than I ever thought possible. I couldn’t just erase that pain b
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