Emily. What the fuck is he doing here and why can’t I see Henry’s little brat anywhere?My eyes went back to Ian who was still smoking with a nonchalant look on his face. “What’s going on?” I asked and like he was in a trance and my voice pulled him out of it he blinked and looked at me. Ian stares at me with a bored look before his lips curled up in a smile. “You are finally here, good,” he muttered and dropped the cigar by his side. The little boy was still crying loudly and from the look of it, I don’t think he was going to stop crying anytime soon. “What’s going on Ian? What’s he doing here?” I asked pointing at the little kid who was now staring at me with wide eyes. I could see it, the same eyes but I refused to acknowledge it. “You tell me what’s going on Emily?” he said instead of explaining things to me. I mean how am I supposed to know what's going on?“Where's the child?” I asked taking my eyes back to the boy sitting on the bed but quickly took my eyes off when ou
Emily. He has ruined everything, every single thing I have planned up until now. He has ruined it and he wants me to be what….excited? I never remembered asking him to help me find the dead child, he was dead to me, and still nothing is going to change that. I stared at him with anger oozing out of me as he laughed happily like he had just won a fucking lottery. “What did you do Ian?” I asked, still glaring at him. He stopped laughing and tilted his head to look at me. “I did what was right Emily. I got our son back and now we can live happily ever after,” he said and this time I was the one to laugh. I burst into loud laughter when he was done talking, he really was dreaming big. Dreaming about something that would never happen or come to pass. “You backstabbed and then you want what? You want me to be your bitch all the days of my life. I had just one wish from you, get the little girl for me, and then everything will be alright, as simple as that but you had to do something
Gwen. Everything became a blur after the van drove away, I let them take Jason. I couldn’t fight for the little boy, I let them take him even when I promised him just this morning that I wouldn’t let anything happen to him. What….I broke my promise. I promised to protect him and yet I couldn’t do that. I let them take him without putting up a fight. “Gwen!” Someone yelled from across the road but I didn’t pay any mind. I could only focus on the road the van took, I could have still had him with me if I’d fought with those people. He shouldn’t have….he shouldn’t have. “Are you alright Gwen?” The same person asked, I couldn’t say anything. The person took Jasmine from me. “Daddy,” Jas called beside me, and only then did I look at him. He was looking worried as he took in our appearance. “What’s wrong? Are you alright?” He asked while patting Jasmine's back softly, she had her head buried in his neck and her body was shaking lightly. I didn’t know if she was stop crying or if she
Gwen. Three days. It has been three fucking days, three days of getting my hopes crushed again and again. Three days of hearing the same thing over and over again from the cops, they weren’t giving me productive information and I was getting tired of hearing their motto of them doing their best again and again. I wanted to hear something that would bring my Jason back, something about finding out where they took him not just stories. I haven’t been able to do anything for those three days, I mean what can I do when my little boy was out there for three days? I don’t know if they are feeding him properly, or if he was having his bath. Since he started living with me he hates anything dirt on his body, I remember the last time we almost had a little fight when I didn’t bathe him on time. I hope he is doing well. “Aren’t you going to eat something?” I didn’t bother to turn since I already knew who was standing there. “You should know that you are a mother and you need to be strong
Emily. Three days of consistent planning and finally I have gotten the perfect idea and the perfect someone to help me get through. It’s true when they say the enemy of your enemy is your friend, that’s something I have come to understand. I have been running out of ideas but like the angel that my savior is, he stepped out of the dark and brought me to the light with him. For the three days that I have been here, I made sure to act like I indeed wanted to be here. I don’t want to give Ian any room to doubt, he should believe that I want to stay with his son and himself. After trying to get him to talk about how he knew Jason was his son, he finally told me everything. Apparently, the bastard did some digging after I told him my little boy was with my best friend, and not only that he got the boy's hair for some DNA. How he did that is still surprising but that isn’t my business. As a mother one would think I am elated to get my son back but that’s the opposite of what I’m feeli
Emily. I shouldn’t feel it, what he thinks about me shouldn’t be my concern but for some reason, I do not know, for some feeling I couldn’t explain, I felt bothered by how he looked at me. It felt like I was seeing my little self in him, the same eyes were staring at me and the same emotion was in them. At that moment I wanted to bolt out of the room without doing what I came for, at this moment I wanted to make everything right again but……I couldn’t. We have spent too many years apart and I believe he wouldn’t want me. I mean which don would want a mother who threw him out on the streets, who left him to die?‘Get a grip on yourself, Emily,’ I whispered to myself. I cleared my throat and then walked in, this time I didn’t look in his eyes. I could speak to him without looking into his eyes. “I want us to go out for today,” I said looking everywhere but his eyes. I didn’t want to see the look in them. He didn’t answer but that wasn’t my business, he was going to leave with me
Gwen. I should tell someone, I shouldn’t go alone considering who I was going to meet I should at least inform someone of my whereabouts but who was I going to tell? Henry? He would certainly advise me not to go. Nina, Jade, or my parents would go a long mile to stop me from leaving. So who should I tell?I paced around my room as I tried coming up with something, with anything that could help me. I have no idea what to do, I should call someone. Time was ticking and I needed to be there before Emily came. I picked up my phone and went through my contacts, I had no idea who to call. I scrolled through the screen for a while before stopping on one particular phone number. “Hello,” I said uncertainly as the person picked up the call. “B….Gwen, what’s wrong?” She answered yawning a bit. I felt bad for calling her when I knew she would be swamped with work, I couldn’t go to the office for some days now and so Alice has been the only one taking care of everything. So I felt bad for
Hello everyone, I want to express my gratitude to all the readers who have reached the recent chapter of the book. Your comments, gems, and reviews have been truly wonderful, and thank you for making it over 100k reads. I didn’t want to do this but I had to after seeing the recent comments, I’m feeling so down right now after reading those comments. Here are the things I would like to clarify; Firstly, I would like to take this opportunity to address some issues about the book. For those who think Henry suddenly wants Gwen back because of what Emily did to him then you’re all wrong. I need to clarify that Henry had feelings for Gwen before the incident with Emily, and his interest in her was not a result of Emily's actions. Before discovering Emily's secret, Henry was already drawn to Gwen. Secondly, I see comments about Gwen being a weak woman who went back to her cheating husband (for this it hasn’t been clarified that she indeed chose to start over with Henry) they’ve only kiss