Sophia’s POV“So what was the wedding present and who sent it?” Kayla asked me curiously, her eyes wide as I told her the story. “Apparently, one of Elijah’s associates had his driver drop it off, but we didn’t immediately see the card so it really frightened us!” I said, almost laughing at the memory. “This business partner wasn’t able to come to the wedding and he’d sent the gift late. And by the way, it was a pretty expensive set of towels. I loved it.”“Whew!” Kayla said, putting her hand over her chest. “You’re going to give me a heart attack!” “But the first one, the really scary doll… We still don’t know who sent it.”We were both quiet for a while as we navigated through the racks of colorful dresses in our favorite shop. Then eventually, Kayla rubbed my shoulder as a sign of comfort. “Don’t worry, Sophia. Maybe it’s just a prank.”I shook my head in disagreement. “I think it could really be Julia.”Kayla sighed. “Well, let’s all just be careful…” I nodded, trying to focus
Emily’s POVIt feels good to be back at work. I remembered how my sister Phoebe had taken care of me the past weeks, and I was so glad and grateful that she came when she did. It was perfect timing. And even though I needed to be on bed rest, we still got to have our bonding moments. “Emily!” a voice called from across the room. It was Jenna, one of the senior designers. She walked over, her face lighting up with a warm smile. “Welcome back! How are you feeling?”I managed a grateful smile. “Thanks, Jenna. I’m doing well. It’s nice to be back. I’ve missed this crazy place.”Jenna chuckled. “We’ve missed you too. You’re the best fashion designer we’ve ever had around here. Anyway, glad to know you’re feeling better now.”As Jenna walked away, I couldn’t help but let my fingers rest on my slightly rounded belly. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling a flutter and whispering to the little life inside me.“I’m glad you’re feeling stronger now,” I murmured. “We’ll get through all this t
Emily’s POVModels flitted in and out, draped in the latest designs for Lila’s upcoming concert. The energy in the room was infectious as we made final adjustments to the outfits, ensuring everything was perfect for the big event.In just a short while, Lila herself would be arriving and I would need to make her fit all the clothes we intended for her to use in that concert. I was lost in the details, pinning here, adjusting there, when I heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching.“Emily, how are you holding up?” Kayla’s voice cut through the hum of activity, warm and reassuring.I looked up from the array of fabrics I was inspecting and saw Kayla standing at the edge of the studio with a look of concern. I smiled, grateful for her presence.“Hey, Kayla,” I said, straightening up from my work. “I’m doing well, thanks. Just busy with all these fittings. Lila’s concert is going to be amazing.”Kayla walked over and joined me at the worktable, her gaze scanning the busy scene. “
Sophia’s POVThe lights in the Raven Media office shimmered brighter than usual, reflecting the jubilant atmosphere that filled the room. The smell of catered food mingled with the faint scent of fresh flowers, and the air buzzed with excited chatter. “So you already planned this?” I asked Kayla incredulously. Kayla grinned, nodding. “Yup! I assumed she’d win a prize, for sure.”I chuckled. “You are the best boss ever! And of course, the best best friend too!”“That’s right,” Kayla agreed with a wink, making us both laugh. Soon I was making my way through the crowd of Emily’s colleagues and friends, and even some media people, when I spotted her standing near the windows with a big smile on her face. She looked radiant and beautiful, her cheeks flushed as she accepted congratulations from various people. "Emily!" I called out as I approached her. "Congratulations! First prize in a prestigious contest? That's incredible!"Her eyes lit up even more when she saw me. "Sophia! Thank yo
Daniel’s POV“Daniel…” I heard Kayla take in a sharp breath, as if she was about to reveal something of great importance. Then her next words hit me hard. “Sophia's having a baby with Elijah.”Kayla's voice rang clear through the phone, her words cutting through the sterile air of the hospital room in Bangkok. I had just been admitted when she’d called me.I felt my heart skip a beat, followed by a thud in my chest as a rush of emotions washed over me. I was surely surprised. But along with it, I felt something unexpected. It was happiness, slightly tinged with a familiar ache. “I’m happy for her,” I replied, my voice steady, though I could feel the effort it took. There was still a flicker of something unresolved, a faint echo of what had been. But for the first time, it was muted, overshadowed by a growing sense of acceptance.I wasn’t there yet, not completely. But maybe, just maybe, I was starting to find my way.“Are you okay?” Kayla's tone softened, probing gently.“Yeah,” I l
Daniel’s POVIt was late, and the hospital was quiet. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind refusing to settle. My condition felt like an ever-present burden, a constant reminder of how weak and vulnerable I was. Anxiety edged into my thoughts, making it difficult to find any semblance of peace.A soft knock on the door broke through the silence. I turned my head as Heather stepped inside, her silhouette framed by the dim light from the hallway. Suddenly, I remembered what she’d last said to me, which she had not been able to finish because we were interrupted by another nurse who was calling her. “Daniel?” Her voice was gentle, but a little hesitant. “I saw the light on. Are you alright?”I sighed, the words escaping before I could stop them. “I’m scared, Heather. What if… what if this doesn’t get better? What if this is it for me?”She crossed the room, pulling up a chair beside my bed. Her hand reached out and warmly gripped mine. I looked up, and for the first time, I not
Sophia’s POVI took a deep breath, the scent of fresh paint and construction materials filling my lungs. It felt amazing to be standing here again, at the site of Daniel's real estate development. My designs were finally coming to life, and it was like watching a dream unfold before my eyes. Every corner, every detail—exactly as I had envisioned.After an hour of going around and conferring with the architect on site, I was ready to go back to my office. As I reached the parking area, I thought about Daniel and wondered what he was doing now. He and I used to be so close. We’d share our dreams and frustrations, and now, after so many weeks of silence, it felt strange to be here without him. He still hasn’t returned, nor has he tried to contact me since he sent me an email greeting before my wedding. I shook my head, trying to push away the feeling of wistfulness. “Just focus on the project,” I muttered to myself, smiling at the progress.As I turned to head back to my car, my heart n
Emily’s POVI woke up with that familiar wave of nausea, but it was nothing new. Morning sickness had become an old friend since I’d found out about the baby. I grumbled as I sat up in bed, trying to shake off the dizziness. I was still basking in the afterglow of my recent win—first prize in the costume design competition. It had been unexpected and thrilling, and my heart still fluttered with pride every time I thought about it.Shuffling into the kitchen, I prepared a quick breakfast, my mind already replaying the congratulatory messages I’d received over the past few days. With a half-eaten slice of toast in one hand and my phone in the other, I sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through social media. The news about my win was everywhere, but I stopped cold when I saw the latest headline: “Design Contest Winner Accused of Plagiarism”.“What the—” I exclaimed, my voice coming out as a strangled whisper. My heart raced as I tapped the article, my fingers trembling slightly.The