Gracey sat in her cozy apartment in downtown Vancouver, staring at her phone. It had been months since she left for Canada, months since she had any real connection with her old life. Life had moved on, and so had she. Or at least, she thought she had. She scrolled through social media absentmindedly, pausing when a familiar name popped up, Richie. There he was, smiling in a photo, his arm wrapped around his beautiful woman. Leah. The caption read: "Engaged to the love of my life." Gracey’s heart sank momentarily. Not because she wanted Richie back. She’d accepted long ago that they were never meant to be. It was about everything that had happened between them. The years they were together and couldn't even love each other properly, the accident planned by her dad, and the pain that lingered in the air before and after they finally called it quits. It still stung in a way she didn’t expect. Her new boyfriend, Omari, walked in from the kitchen, carrying two cups of coffee
Tasha sat alone in the clinic, nervously tapping her foot against the tiled floor. She couldn't shake the uneasy feeling in her stomach, not from the pregnancy, but from the looming question in her mind. "Is Jack really the father of this baby? Or her other fling?"She hadn’t planned for any of this. Her life was already a mess, and the last thing she needed was to complicate Jack’s life too. But things had gone too far, and now, she had to find out if really this child belongs to Jack.She'd be happy if it was Jack's but will be more happier if it isn't his. Because Jack had warned her that he won't be involved if she eventually pops out one day and tell him she was pregnant.The door to the doctor's office opened, and Dr. Bennett walked in with a warm smile, clipboard in hand. "What can I do for you, Miss Tasha?"..."I'd love to find out if a DNA can be done at this stage of pregnancy?""Miss Tasha, you're almost at nine weeks now, if my calculations are right.""Yeah," Tasha mumble
Mariam sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling through her phone, though her mind wasn’t really on the screen, she has been thinking what could have led to Tasha fainting at work. And hope she isn’t pregnant with Jack’s child because of that sex they had.Since he was drunk, she bet he didn’t use any protection… “Oh, my goodness. I think I have been thinking a lot lately”… she muttered.Something had been off with Jack lately too, he has been cold towards her unlike the lovely and lively man she knew and she couldn’t shake the feeling. It had been days since they’d last spent any quality time together. And every phone call since then had felt…distant. “Was he avoiding me?”.. she asked herself again.Usually, Jack was full of energy, cracking jokes and making her laugh, never missing a chance to say “I love you” before they hung up. Now, there was none of that. He was cold, withdrawn, like he was carrying a burden he didn’t want to talk about. Mariam sighed and put her phone down… Sh
Jack and Tasha arrived at the hospital at exactly 9:50am. Jack sat stiffly on one of the plastic chairs, his eyes glued to the floor. Tasha, on the other hand, fidgeted with her phone, glancing at the door every few seconds, waiting for the nurse to return with the final, corrected result.A day ago, the hospital had given them the wrong result, which wrongly stated that Jack was the father. The shock of seeing that on paper had left both of them silent and confused. Jack had felt angry about the weight of the news that he wasn’t sure he could carry. “I don’t know what to expect anymore,” Tasha whispered, breaking the silence.Jack didn’t look up, his jaw clenched tightly. “I can’t believe we’re even here again. I just hope they results doesn't end up with the same thing again”Tasha sighed, resting her hand on her stomach. “I am sorry.. so sorry for what I did.. I know I didn't apologize for sleeping with you while you were wasted. I was still claiming my right when I was wrong.”J
Jack was pacing in his living room, heart racing as he checked the time for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. Tonight had to be perfect. After all the chaos with Tasha and the DNA test, he had realized one thing, he couldn’t afford to lose Mariam. She was the love of his life, and he’d been a fool for letting anything come between them.And that is why he had to fix this dinner date.Glancing at his reflection in the mirror, he straightened his collar and took a deep breath. He had planned everything for tonight. A quiet, intimate dinner at the rooftop restaurant where they had one of their first dates. The flowers were ready, the ring was in his pocket, and all he needed was for Mariam to say "yes."But first, he had to make things right with her.Mariam staring at her reflection in the mirror. Wasn’t sure what to expect tonight. Jack had apologized over the phone and asked her out for a dinner date.She wanted to believe that he had a good reason for the date. Maybe a prope
Alex couldn’t believe his luck or lack thereof as he walked up to Leah’s office building. By this time, he was sure they could have let their guard down a little.He had spent countless nights thinking about her, imagining how things could have been if he hadn’t screwed it all up. He wasn’t leaving until Leah listened to him. He had to convince her to take him back. "After all, who else would she be with? If not him"... he muttered.Walking into the lobby, Alex straightened his tie, the nerves starting to hit him. He knew Leah was still angry, but surely, she could be reasonable. Maybe if he just laid it all out, told her how much he missed her, she would reconsider.But as Alex reached the reception, something made him stop in his tracks. There, standing like a mountain of confidence, was Richie. Leah’s Richie, Leah’s baby.And he wasn't having it, seeing Alex’s face around his wife again. He had wanted to take care of this but since the guards were doing their job well. He kept qui
Richie eyes trailing Alex’s retreating figure as he disappears down the hallway. A satisfied smirk spread across Richie’s face. The look of pure shock on Alex’s face was priceless, but Richie wasn’t done yet. He had more to say, and it was something that had been long buried until now.He stood there for a few seconds, pondering his next move before he stepped forward, his tall frame catching up to Alex just before he reached the exit.“Alex!” Richie’s voice was calm but firm, making Alex stop in his tracks.Alex turned, wiping the sweat from his brow. His hands were still shaking from the emotional storm that had just hit him. “What now?” Alex asked, his voice barely steady.Richie took his time, walking slowly toward him, his presence giving the boss energy.“There’s something I think you should know,” Richie said, his tone laced with both amusement and something darker.Alex narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think I can take any more of this,” he muttered under his breath.Richie chuck
Dazzle sat in his living room, thinking about Kimberly’s ex and all the threats he had been making. The pictures, the messages..it was all getting too much. He couldn’t ignore it anymore.His eyes kept going to the phone on the table and the police officer’s card beside it. He knew he had to do something because he didn’t know how long this had been happening, and it was probably affecting Kimberly badly.She had made some bad choices, sure, but nobody deserved to be harassed like this.Before calling the police, Dazzle decided to check Kimberly’s phone. She had left it in the living room earlier, and although it felt wrong to go through it, he needed to know what they were dealing with. As he scrolled through, he saw more messages from her ex threats, nasty comments, and reminders of those pictures.That was enough. He picked up the officer’s card, his hand shaking slightly, and dialed the number. The phone rang for a few moments before someone picked up."Officer Clark speaking. How