Ethan."Shit!!!" I groaned, pacing forth and back in frustration. I can't believe this. The fact that it was Celine I slept with last night turned me apart. I had felt something was off, but I ignored it. I should have known. Her body was different, the kiss, the scent but I was too drunk to even think. I groaned, my frustration boiling over. This is a mistake, a huge one and now I felt like a cheating husband. "Gush!!!" I needed a shower, I needed to cool the storm brewing inside me. I made my way to the bathroom, my blood boiling with anger. I stepped into the bathroom, turned on the hot water and scrubbed my body as if the water could wash away everything I had done. But it didn’t. It was still there, hanging over me like a dark cloud.After a long shower, I got dressed, still feeling dirty, still feeling angry. As I walked into the living room, making my way to the entrance, I saw Celine with a smile that made my blood boil. “Ethan,” she called with a smile, “I made breakfa
Celine"You... You are hurting me... Dem... Demian." I stuttered, struggling to free myself from Demian's hold as he continued choking me but I was no match to him. "What do you say about my request? Are you giving me the money, or should I go straight to Ethan?" He whispered with a smirk and I felt a cold sweat run down my spine. "Yea...yes. I will... Give it to you." I stammered, nodding my head in panic as I began to find it difficult to breathe. I didn't have a choice. I couldn’t let Ethan find out. If he ever knew the truth, it would be the end of me. "Good girl," he had said, patting my head like I was a child before releasing his grip from my neck. That smirk on his face made me sick, but I couldn’t fight him.I coughed, holding my neck and leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath as my legs felt weak like they would give out any second. "I will send the amount of money I need to you and I want it within twenty-four hours." He said with an evil grin and left.
CelineMy heart felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. I gripped the phone so tightly that my knuckles turned white. “Did you know him?” Ethan questioned and I felt my heart thumping in my chest. I forced myself to stay calm. “Yes… Demian,” I said, my voice shaky but steady enough to hide my fear. “He’s… an old friend. We grew up together.” Ethan went silent for a moment. “He wants you to call him. Should I...” “No!” I interrupted quickly, then softened my voice. “I’ll handle it. Just tell him I’ll call him later, okay?” Ethan didn’t sound convinced, but he let it go. “Fine. But we need to talk when I get home.” “Sure,” I said quickly and hung up before he could ask more questions. As soon as the call ended, I started pacing back and forth, my palms sweaty. What was Demian telling Ethan right now? Was he already spilling everything? "No, I couldn’t let that happen." I groaned in frustration. I heard footsteps behind me and turned to see my mother stepping t
CelineI reached for my glass of water, trying to steady my shaking hands. “Oh. That’s good then.” Suddenly, I heard my phone buzzed, and I nearly dropped it. My hands shook as I picked it up and saw Demian’s name flashing on the screen. My stomach twisted into knots. I opened the message, and my heart leaped to my throat. “This is just a warning, Celine. Next time I visit Ethan, I’ll tell him everything. If you don’t want that, don’t forget my money tomorrow.”I felt like the walls were closing in on me. My breathing quickened as I glanced at Ethan, who just left to pick a call. I need to act fast. I couldn’t let Demian ruin everything I had worked so hard for. My hands trembled as I locked my phone and stuffed it into my pocket. Ethan walked back into the dining room and sat down on the couch, flipping through his phone. I swallowed hard, gazing at him while forcing myself to look calm. “Ethan,” I said softly and He glanced up, his eyes narrowing slightly. “What?” He aske
EthanI couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the news that Demian was dead. This life is too short... I mean, The man I saw just last night is dead. "Oh, God." I leaned back on the couch, my heart pounding. How could this happen so fast? I barely knew him, but still… I felt bad for him. His death is too sudden. I could still remember when I saw him last night. I had just come back home after another failed attempt to talk to Sonia and Jay. She still refused to see me, and I felt drained. All I wanted was to shower and clear my head. But before I could even make it to my room, one of the maids stopped me. “Sir, someone’s here to see you.”I sighed in frustration. “Who is it?” “He said, his name is Demian.” The maid replied with a bow. I didn’t recognize the name. I wasn’t in the mood for visitors, but I told her to let him in any way. A tall man walked in and greeted me. “Good evening, Mr. Ethan,” he said with a weird smile that made me uneasy. “I’m Demian, a childhood
Sonia I was sitting at the beach with Jay, waiting for Ethan's arrival when my mind drifted back to last night. I was surprised when Jay told me he was ready to meet Ethan. I mean, I have been asking him if he wants to see Ethan but he told me he wasn't ready yet and when he told me last night, I had no other choice but to accept even if it hurt and broke my heart. It's his right and I couldn't deny him that. I would have wanted Ethan to meet us at the restaurant but Jay suggested he meet us at the beach. I was so lost in my thoughts when I heard someone call my name. I spun around and saw Alex walking up to us with a smile. "What is he doing here?" I wondered as I stared at his handsome face. He greeted me, taking my hand and planting a soft kiss on it before sitting beside me. "What are you doing here?" He asked with a smile as he dropped his gaze on Jay who was staring at both of us. "Uhm... We are here to meet someone." I said, softly. "And this is Jay, my son." I introduc
Ethan Holding Jay in my arms felt like a dream, a dream I am afraid to wake up from. My son, my little boy, is finally here, in my arms. I closed my eyes and held him tighter, feeling the moments.It hurt…it hurt me so much that I wasn't aware of his birth, that I wasn't involved in his life. Thinking about how I unknowingly sent Sonia away with pregnancy made my heart ache in pain, and before I knew it, tears rolled down my cheeks. I didn’t care. I didn’t bother to hide them as I allowed them to fall freely from my eyes.Pulling back, I quickly wiped my tears and smiled at Jay. He stared at me, curious but quiet. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead. “I am sorry, Jay. I wasn't aware of your birth,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “If I knew your Mom was pregnant, I wouldn't have sent her away.“You are not aware?” Sonia snapped, glaring at me, “Did you care to listen to me when I wanted to tell you? You did not even hesitate to send us away because your dear
Sonia I felt relieved after Jay met with his father. The feeling was unimaginable. I tapped my finger softly on the steering as I drove home.I smiled as I glanced at Jay through the rearview mirror. His face was glowing with happiness. “Thank you, Mom,” Jay suddenly said with a smile, jolting me out of my thoughts. I looked at him with a smile. “For what?” “For letting me see Dad,” he said softly, but his words pierced my heart.The way he called Ethan, “Dad” touched my heart. It made me realize how my son has been missing his father all these years.I forced a smile and kept my eyes on the road. “It’s your right, Jay. I’m sorry I kept you away from him.” “I understand, Mommy. You did everything to protect me.”His words spark a glow in my heart. He always knows how to make me happy.Just then, He leaned closer and wrapped his arms around me in a quick hug, stunning me. “I love you, Mom.” He kissed my cheek.Tears welled up in my eyes but I didn’t let the tears fall. “I love
SoniaI stood frozen, my heart pounding as I took in the sight before me. The room was beautifully decorated with a soft golden light, delicate roses, and a cake, placed on a large table at the center. My gaze drifted to the banner hanging on the wall, the bold letters spelling out: "CONGRATULATIONS, SONIA!"A lump formed in my throat as emotions overwhelmed me. My eyes burned with unshed tears and before I could stop myself, a warm drop of tears fell down my cheeks. I turned to Alex who stood a few feet away, his hands buried in his pockets, watching me with a soft smile. "Did you like it?" he asked. I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "I love it. Thank you, Alex." His smile deepened. "Close your eyes." I blinked at him, suspicion flickering in my mind. "Why?" "Just trust me," he said, his tone gentle and soft. I hesitated but slowly shut my eyes. My heart pounded harder as I stood there, wondering what he was planning as the anticipation sent chills down my
SoniaI was brushing my hair when Jay walked into the room, his little face glowing with excitement. "Good morning, Mommy!" he beamed, climbing onto my bed. "Morning, sweetheart. I hope you slept well?" I asked, ruffling his soft curls. "Yes!" He nodded eagerly, but then his face turned serious. "Mommy, when am I going to start school?" I smiled at him. "You'll be starting a new school on Monday, sweetheart." His eyes widened with excitement. "Really?" "Yes." Ethan had told me he managed to secure Jay's admission into Rainbow Prestigious Academy. How he did it still baffled me. That school was known for its exclusivity and long waiting lists. Jay bounced on the bed with excitement. "I need to tell Daddy about this!" he shouted, jumping down and running out of the room. I watched him go, shaking my head with a small smile. He was so attached to Ethan. Speaking of Ethan… Last night, I was stunned when he told me he was breaking up with Celine. I didn't know whether
Ethan After work, I drove straight to Sonia’s apartment. On the way, I stopped by a restaurant and bought Jay some ice cream. I wanted to surprise him and maybe, just maybe, it would put a smile on Sonia’s face too. When I arrived, I knocked on the door and Caro answered. She gave me a small bow before taking the bag from my hands. "Good evening, sir," she greeted politely. I nodded with a smile and stepped into the living room. "Daddy!" Jay’s excited voice filled the room as he ran toward me. I crouched and pulled him into a hug, smiling. "How are you, buddy?" I asked, ruffling his soft curls hair. "I’m fine!" he chirped. I grinned. "Well, I got something for you and your mom." Jay’s face lit up. "Really?" "Yes." I gestured to Caro who handed him the bag. His small hands eagerly reached inside and the moment he pulled out the ice cream, his eyes sparkled with joy. "Wow! Thank you, Daddy!" I chuckled. "Anything for you." But as I glanced around the room,
Ethan "Is that a threat?" I asked, my voice low as I stared at Céline. She smiled softly, running the back of her hand across my cheek in a way that should have been affectionate, but instead, it made my skin crawl. "No, darling," she whispered. "I'm just reminding you what's at stake." Her lips brushed against my cheek in a quick, possessive peck before she stepped back. "Remember, twenty percent of your company will be mine." I stood frozen, the weight of her words sinking in. I have completely forgotten about that damn promise. My fingers curled into fists as memories from the past came rushing back. It was before I divorced Sonia, back when I still thought I loved Céline. She asked me to make a promise, to vow that I would never leave her. And I, blinded by what I thought was love, agreed to her request. Then she placed a document in front of me, stating that if I ever left her, she would be entitled to twenty-five percent of my company and just like a fool that I w
CelineEthan stood there, staring at me, his face unreadable. The silence between us stretched, thick and suffocating. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. He isn't ignoring me this time is he? “Answer me, Ethan!” I screamed, my voice shaking with fury. “What is your relationship with Sonia and her child?!” My outburst seemed to jolt him out of his thoughts. He sighed, running a hand through his hair and when he finally spoke, his words hit me like a dagger to the heart. “You already know my relationship with Sonia. So why ask again?” His voice was calm, too calm. “And as for her son… he’s my child. My flesh and blood.” I felt my entire body go numb. A cold shiver ran down my spine and for a second, I thought I was hearing things. No. No, this can’t be real. I have suspected it. The resemblance was too obvious. But deep down, I still hoped... hoped that I was wrong, that this is all just a terrible misunderstanding. But hearing it from Ethan himself… sh
Céline Sonia is in London and she has a son?My hands trembled as I stared at Sonia. My mind screamed at me to stay calm but I couldn’t. I swallowed hard, my gaze shifting to the small boy beside her. My breath caught in my throat. Why did he look so much like Ethan? The resemblance is undeniable. They have the same sharp features. The same deep-set eyes. The same damn expression Ethan used to have when he was a child. No, It’s not possible. Sonia wasn’t pregnant when she left five years ago. I am sure of it but then… my stomach twisted as a new thought hit me. That was the boy I saw at the hospital the day I went to see Ethan. Which meant Sonia must be there too. My heart pounded at the thought. So could that be the reason why Ethan wanted me to leave the hospital so quickly that day? Is he hiding something from me? Were they… seeing each other again? "No. No. I must be overthinking. That is not possible." I shook my head violently, trying to push the thought away.
SoniaMy blood boiled with rage as I stared into Céline’s shocked eyes. “How dare you touch my son with your filthy hands?!” I snapped, my voice trembling with rage. Quickly, I pulled Jay into my arms, shielding him from her touch. Céline continued staring at me, her face frozen in shock as if she had just seen a ghost. Finally, she blinked, coming back to her senses. “Is… is this your son?” she asked, her voice filled with disbelief. “Yes, he is my son and don’t you dare lay a finger on him again,” I said, glaring at her. The memories of Ethan with Céline flooded my mind, tightening the knot of anger in my chest. She was the reason Ethan and I separated, the reason my life crumbled years ago an now, she's here again, standing before me, daring to touch my child. The mere sight of her made my hatred for her grow stronger. Céline let out a mocking chuckle, snapping me out of my thoughts. “So, you’re the mother of this little brat?” she scoffed, looking down at Jay with d
SoniaI sighed, feeling a little guilty as Jay stomped his feet on the floor while heading upstairs. His small shoulders were slumped in disappointment and I knew he wasn’t happy about being sent away. I turned to Ethan and gave him an apologetic look. “Uh… I’m sorry about that.” Ethan’s gaze lingered on Jay for a moment before he looked at me with a small smile. I could see he wasn't happy about it either. “It’s nothing. I know it must be something very important.” I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling nervous. He is not wrong. What I wanted to discuss with him is important, it's something that has been on my mind for days now. Taking a deep breath, I steadied myself and cleared my throat. “I wanted to talk to you about two things.” Ethan nodded, leaning back in his chair. “Go ahead.” I hesitated for a second before speaking. “It’s about Jay’s school.” Ethan’s expression grew serious. “What about it?” “I’m no longer comfortable with him going there after what happened,”
EthanThe next morning, I woke up earlier than usual. Today is important as I have a crucial meeting at the office that needs my presence. After freshening up and dressing in a crisp black suit, I picked up my briefcase and was about to leave when my thoughts drifted to Tina. I haven't seen her since yesterday after she stormed out of my room. I tried calling her multiple times but she never picked up. Something was wrong and I needed to find out what. Instead of heading straight to the dining room, I turned toward her room and knocked on the door. “Who is it?” her voice came from inside, cold and distant. “It’s me,” I said. There was a brief silence before she let out a sharp hiss. “Go away.” I sighed, resting my forehead against the door. “Tina, please open the door. Let’s talk.” “No,” she snapped. “I don’t want to see you.” "What is going on Tina? Talk to me?" "I don't want to see you!" Her words stung but I refused to push further. Letting out a frustrated br