ANNA’S POVIf it were 12 months ago, before my son was even conceived, I would have let this darkness swallow me. But now that I have found a reason to live, a reason to walk the earth without shame, I want to fight the things that pull me into the embrace of death.The faint sound of the medical equipment came in gaps. I would have succumbed to the darkness that enveloped me but right now, I want to live for my pup. He should not live a life without his mother and his father beside him.Memories came rushing through my mind, was this what they meant when they said ‘Your life flashes before your eyes?’“You are pregnant, Mrs. Luther. You’re three months along,” the doctor’s voice echoed in my memory.“That is impossible, Doctor Sara. You are aware of my infertility. So how could it have happened?” I jolted up from my seat, bending across to her, my whole body trembling.“I should say miracles happen, Mrs. Luther,” she responded with a shrug.I should be happy. After three years of mar
The news Doctor Sara gave me wasn’t very good, but I will take the good part and forget the bad one. I was going to have this child by all means."I will fight for you," I promised, my voice trembling with a mixture of hope and fear. "You are my miracle, and I will do everything in my power to bring you into this world."I found strength in my unborn child. The thought of holding him in my arms gave me the courage to face my reality.It was time to bring him into this world after nine months, but my life was hanging in the balance. I had told Doctor Sara that if there were any complications, she should by all means save my child.The pain was undeniably unbearable. I was so determined to give birth to my baby, but I had absolutely no strength at all. The strength of each contraction seemed like a wave coming over me and almost drowning me. The intense desire to bring my pup into the world and the agony of labor caused my body to become a battlefield."You have to give your all, Mrs. L
ANNA’S POVWith the last strength in me, I carried my child. Was it a mother’s instinct? Whatever it was I was feeling, I needed to heed it. The hospital room was so dark all of a sudden. The lights had gone out, but of course, because of our keen senses, I could still see through the fog of darkness.I knew immediately I needed to take my son away from there. Doctor Sara must have gone home; she was with me all day, and the nurses were working nonstop. The noise in other wards and the hallway showed everyone was as surprised as I was. What could have happened to such a luxurious hospital's electricity all of a sudden?I heard footsteps advancing through my room door. I could feel murderous intent from them. Who was it? I sent a letter and picture of our son to Landen yesterday, but he didn’t respond or even visit. Did it perhaps fall into the wrong hands? I wrapped my child in the baby cloth he was lying on. Despite the pain in my head and body—though it had been three months since I
"Ah! My child, somebody please, help me," I wailed, turning toward the car that just hit me. The headlights still pointed directly at me, their brightness harsh and unforgiving. I could feel blood running down my head, the bandage wrapped around it barely holding. My head was yet to heal from the surgery."My goodness, oh my God, we have to get you to the hospital," the man who stepped out from the driver’s seat said, his voice urgent and tinged with panic."No, I’m fine. My baby, just make sure my baby is fine, please," I cried, my lips trembling uncontrollably.The second man, dressed in a well-tailored suit, came down from the car’s back seat. He bent down and gently lifted my child, carrying him back to the car he had come from. The driver helped me up, and I stumbled into the back seat, my wet dress clinging to me uncomfortably.I had no control over my sobs and tears at this point. I peeped at my son in the man's arms as he checked him, my heart aching with worry."Liam, drive b
Anna's Pov "Anna, you need to see this." My secretary, Emily, called my attention to something on her tablet. Emily, now more than just a secretary, had become my right hand, managing day-to-day operations. She handed me a glossy brochure from a rival fashion house in town. "The designs look eerily similar to my blueprint, Emily. This cannot be a mere coincidence," I exclaimed, my thoughts rapidly going in circles. Anxiety began to eat me up, and a cold sweat started to form on my brow. "That's what I thought. Are you going to sue them?" she asked with concern, her eyes mirroring the worry I felt. "We can't just sue them; we need proof. Someone from the design department might have leaked it," I responded, frustration creeping into my voice as I got up from my chair. I glanced at the time. It was a few minutes before I needed to pick up Owen from school. Before I could finish thinking about it, two tiny legs jumped through the door with a wonderful smile on his face. "Mum
“Anna, please try to compose yourself,” was Navian’s attempt to soothe me, his voice peaceful amidst my emotional tumult. I gazed at my son; he was fast asleep at last, his little body rising and falling with each breath he took. Relief mingled with residual fear, making my knees weak."What was the last thing he ate?" Navian asked the maids who had been with him at the time."Oh, he ate peanuts," one responded, her face pale with worry."Peanuts it is then," Navian responded, nodding as he looked down at Owen."What do you mean 'peanuts it is then'? Was he choking on it?" I asked, my voice rising in panic again. "Oh no, he seems to be allergic to peanuts. Do you know if anyone in your family has experienced that before?" Navian said, looking at me with concern."Uhm, when I was little, my father never tasted them. He usually said he was allergic to nuts," I responded sincerely, a realization dawning on me."The young man was reacting to the peanuts," Navian confirmed, his expressio
How quickly my life moved on from Landen was shocking to me too. I believe it was because of Owen’s presence in my life. My son became my anchor, my reason to get up every morning and face the world. I sincerely don’t wish to be with any man at all, but Alex is a real nut case.Sitting here and drinking with him was uncomfortable, but I had to; otherwise, he would be in the boutique waiting for me to step out of my office. The small, dimly lit café was supposed to be a neutral ground, yet it felt stifling, and the air was heavy with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.“Annabeth, I have told you I have no problem with taking your son as mine, just give me the chance, please.” He said in his usual calm and pleading tone. His eyes were earnest, reflecting a sincerity that made my chest tighten.“Alex, that is not where I have a problem. I am sure you will treat my son well, but I am not ready to be with another man now, Alex.” I said, trying to make him understand. The thought of ope
If there is something that I truly adore about my kitchen, it is that, during warm afternoons, the light that comes from the window makes the place appear to be somewhat warm and cozy.He sat on a chair beside the table with his little legs ticking back and forth as always when he had something troubling him. The uncertainty that ordinarily is well camouflaged by the mutual pleasure of our talks was evident in his changing eyes, foggy and obscure at that moment. “Here you go, sweetie,” I said, putting the plate on the table in front of him and running my fingers through his hair. "Eat up. " Owen then grabbed an apple slice but did not put it in his mouth right away. He simply looked at it, with a thoughtful expression on his face. Then his eyes met mine and he became completely serious. “Mommy, may I talk to you about something?” He asked in a low tone as though asking the question was the most difficult thing he had to do. I felt like I had a realization, my heartbeat increased a