I couldn't breathe. It wasn't exactly a revelation of the century but I never expected him to confess. Ashton always had feelings for me but I thought they were long gone when he started dating again. How could I not see it coming? All I felt was numb as he kept staring at me. It was so quiet that I could almost hear the sound of my blood rushing through my veins. His breathing was quiet, ragged and so calculated like he was trying to hold back. It pained me to see how he was so nervous about my reaction. Ashton was the best friend you could ask for. Ever since we became friends he has been nothing but helpful. He is a good person to just sit back and observe what he is like. There was always something quirky going on in his mind. And he handled Aiden's chaotic and stubborn antics very well. At times it made me feel like I should have met him sooner. Maybe that would have changed my mind about rooting for someone who would never love me back. Sometimes it made me think it wo
Watching Aria leave was one of the hardest things ever. It felt like losing her all over again and I couldn't focus on anything. And everything around me felt like it was crashing. I took a day off from the work, fully aware that Aria did the same. It was probably the worst example we were setting in the office. We did raise some eyes given the way we escaped the party night before but that was least of my worries. My head was throbbing with the amount of alcohol I had the night before. Not to mention I received more than ten messages from Sara and two missed calls. It was stupid to avoid her but I couldn't talk without feeling guilt consume me. How could I let my inhibitions get the best of me? All it took was one night and everything I was trying to hold back collapsed. Getting up from the bed I decided to take a cold shower. My phone rang again so I picked at the screen hoping that it was Aria. Maybe she wanted to talk again. After the things, she said in the morning it fel
/Edward's POV/ My whole world felt like it was crashing. Hurriedly excusing myself, I dialled Asif’s number, fingers shaking. Aria wouldn't hide something that major from me, would she? The gut feeling in my stomach told me otherwise. Whatever happened to the innocent girl I met at the beach house. You. I thought bitterly, suddenly reminded of the look on her face that morning. The hurt that took over when I casually spoiled everything we had built over the couple of weeks. Is that why she hid Aiden from me? I pondered. Maybe this was her revenge for breaking her trust. The ringing continued but there was no response from his side as I paced around the living room nervously. My breathing was ragged and I could feel the bile rising in my throat but I couldn't sit down and relax. It was just too much for me. What if Aria was lying all this time? Or maybe she’s not? For a quick second I let that cross my mind. No. The photo cannot lie. There were way too many similariti
Sara. The name echoed around the closed room. My torment went on unnoticed and unspoken for, kept close to my chest where it couldn't hurt anyone but me. As much as I kept trying to tell myself that everything was fine all these years, a moment like this, which really came down, showed me otherwise. Somehow, despite promising that this would not happen, that I was strong enough to bear through some tough years while we both prioritised our careers, I found drowning in rivers of ugly feelings I never thought would get to me. In my sane mind I knew things were not that bad, that it was just a matter of holding on a little while longer for things to settle down, for me to find a way to tell him. We just happened to be out of sync, that was all. Then again I would never dare hold blame over Edward for his my creeping insecurities, and still, sometimes I felt like there were a bunch of little bugs crawling around inside, unwelcome taunts I bore all these years for being a single m
/Edwards POV/ I was incredibly frustrated with the waiting game. It had been three days of radio silence from Aria. Not a single word. She also somehow managed to escape from my sight during the working hours. After our talk in the my office, she took a half day off and I did not have the heart to stop her. She had a lot to deal with and process on her own. Anxiety gripped at my chest by merely thinking about her talk with Aiden. It could have gone either way and there were a lot of things that could go wrong rather than right. The thought made bile rise to my throat. Another thing that pestered me was Sara. She was still on her trip, not accepting my calls but rather sending automated messages. It managed to piss me off further. My parents, on the other were getting increasingly agitated by my sudden weird behaviour. Even though I wanted to tell them about the kind of situation I was trapped in I couldn't. The last thing I wanted was them to get involved. What if Aria
The elevator dinged as it reached my floor, and the door slid open. I stepped out into the sprawling office space, rows of cubicles lined like a miniature maze. The faint buzz of conversation and clicking keyboards filled the air, but I tried not to pay any attention to the static. My desk, in stark contrast to the others, positioned right outside the enormous double doors of his office. Of course. He made the change. There's no cubicle wall to offer even a semblance of privacy, no escape from the intimidating presence of those doors that seem to loom over the entire floor. As I walked, my shoes tapped against the polished floor, each step measured and deliberate. Pausing at the door, balancing the coffee cups in one hand to knock, before pushing one of the heavy doors open. Edward's office was huge and immaculate, much like its owner. Every piece of furniture, every decoration, carefully curated to project authority and control. The lines of walls filled with book titles
The next morning I took the stairs, my mind still lingering on the conversation with Edward. When I reached my desk, I noticed him standing there, figure unmistakable even from behind. What was he doing here? I thought while walking a bit slower, wondering why he was looking down at the little trinkets I kept on my desk. Mostly gifts from the people in the office. And a piece of clay Aiden made in his class. "Edward?" I called out, stepping closer. He turned sharply as if caught off guard, his expression carefully neutral as there were people around us. "I was looking for you," He said, his voice measured, though there was a faint edge of something unfamiliar. "Is something wrong?" I furrowed my brow, confused but trying just as hard as him to keep the front. "My meeting for the brand deal starts soon." "I'm aware," I responded, trying for a reassuring smile. "We already submitted everything from our side. Is there anything that is missing?" Edward never stood at my de
Ashton greeted me the moment I stepped in the comfort of my home. I was surprised to see him dressed so casual and lounging in the living room, next to Aiden. My mother closed the door behind me. After class, instead of the babysitter my parents decided to bring Aiden to my house. She had something urgent come up and relied the message to my parents. They sorted it out. “Hey. I didn’t know you were coming.” I said to Ashton making my way to the couch and pressing a kiss on Aiden’s head. “We bumped into him at the grocery store and invited him for dinner.” My mother answered before Ashton could, rushing to the kitchen. “That!” He shrugged. “Mhm thanks I guess?” “For getting a free meal out?” He laughed nudging my side as Aiden continued smashing the buttons on the console. “Babe not too hard. Ashton will cry if you break it.” I teased, wrapping an arm around Aiden and pulling him close. He pressed his face into my side and made a noise. “Aww did you miss me?” H
"But Dad! If we don't leave now, all the good candy will be gone!" Aiden whined, twisting his mouth while he hopped excitedly on his feet. Edward let out a sigh, blinking at our son before looking at me for help. I shrugged in response. I did it every year. The same dance with him and it was tiring. “Aiden listen to me-" I tuned out their conversation, focusing on the batter in the bowl. The cupcakes needed to be ready for the party so that they can finally appreciate my baking skills. My mom in particular. "But dad!" Edward turned towards me again. I rolled my eyes a bit. That's all his fault really. He indulged our son too much even after all these years. At the age of eight, Aiden only grew up to be more sassy—a quality he inherited from me. That’s what Edward says every time he looses against his son. "Okay that’s enough you two.” I cleared my throat. “Aiden Edward Milano eat your dinner, or you'll be grounded in your room and won’t have any candy.” "Mom
I couldn't stop the fat tears from rolling down my cheeks. It was one thing for Edward to be cruel but letting Sara talk to me like that? How could Edward humiliate me like that? I genuinely believed him when he said he broke up with Sara. The ring on her finger was a clear indication that he was still very much with her. And like a fool I am I let go of Ashton for someone like him. This is karma. I laughed bitterly while wiping the tears away. Driving through the streets while it was raining felt a reflection of myself, the storm of emotions running through me. On the way back home I saw his name flash multiple times on the screen but did not bother to pick up. Minutes later, I was in the parking lot of my building and exhaled a long breath. The last thing I wanted was to cry on the way to my apartment. Wiping furiously at my cheeks I slammed the door to the car, locking it before rushing inside. The babysitter was looking after Aiden so as soon as she saw me enter, s
/Sara's POV/ When I found out that Edward was so serious about his son that he took them to meet his parents I had to do something. Nothing was working my way these days. Ever since he found out about Aiden, things began slipping from my fingers one by one. It’s all Aria. I should have been more cruel to her from the start, made sure she never sees him in the same light again. Believe me I tried. All these years I was able to lie and keep him all to myself but that Aria had to ruin everything. My face flamed with fury as soon as I remembered how he had the audacity cheat on me with her and later throw me out of the house. I endured everything he put me through as his assistant, pleased him in every way possible only to get discarded like this. Even after all the things he did I was still crazy about him. I knew that I had to do something to get him back and it would be my final shot. I tried not to make any sound as I sneaked in his bedroom. He was still asleep and as
/Edward's POV/ It was out. Finally. The pain of hiding it from her was swallowing me from inside. How long can I pretend that it was alright? The words were swirling inside me, always at the tip of my tongue but never having the courage to get them out. Breaking up with Sara made me notice things clearly. I could not keep it inside me anymore. It was selfish of me to do that even after knowing she’s dating Ashton. Better say it out when it’s in early stage rather than later. One thing I was sure is it would have gotten out one way or another. There’s only so many times I can keep getting away with it. The sound of my heart beating along with our shallow breaths was the only thing that I could hear. The silence in the room was deafening, almost scary that it made me want to say something. Aria was quiet and her silence was burning me inside. As those words left my mouth I could feel instant relief knowing that I was not caring the burden of keeping it for myself. From past
At Ashtons cold touch on my shoulder, I almost jerked in the spot, taking few seconds to recover. Then it dawned on me that we had already reached our destination. All throughout the car ride, I was occupied with thoughts, all of them leading to Edward. For some reason I could not stop thinking about how he did not tell me about his breakup with Sara. I deserved to know about it. Not only because we were parenting Aiden together but as a courtesy. He knew way too much about me and always sulked if I glossed over any minor detail but felt absolutely important to not share such a valuable piece of information. But why was I so affected by the whole thing? It was silly how my insides couldn't stop fluttering from the moment I heard about it. What was this strange feeling? For the sake of it, I decided not to put my finger on it, choosing to focus on important things. "You okay?” Ashton quietly asked as he tried to tug on my arm. When I met his eyes I could see that he was genui
/Edward's POV/ I was on cloud nine when Aria called me to look after Aiden in her absence. It meant that she finally trusted me enough to leave him alone with me. Her doubts where slowly fading away and I couldn't be any happier. She had every reason to be hesitant and nervous after all it was my fault for leaving her alone all those years ago. When I heard that the reason she was allowing me to take our son was that she was going out with Ashton. I should have known that she was actually dating him and did not make it up as I thought. Truly that night was nothing for her which made it even more painful to swallow. I tried not to dwell on it as I picked Aiden. He was someone who could genuinely make me feel better. The entire week I could make it through you just said the hope that he was there. Sara had been persistent asking me to take her back. She was never like this. It felt like she had changed into the obsessive person who wanted me at any cost. That scared me because
It had been a week since Aiden found out about Edward—his father. Things drastically changed and as much as I feared them to have gone wrong they did not. At least for now. I thought bitterly. Edward was trying to involve himself as much as he could. His effort was something that took my parents by surprise as well. One thing that made me realise that it’s serious was the dedication he put into showing up. Every morning he came at exact eight, had breakfast with Aiden and then insisted on dropping him to school. And in a different car everyday at that. Once Aiden found out that his father had money and lots of it, he made it a point to enjoy it. I was all against it, not wanting to entertain his tantrum of having a different car drop him every day but Edward spoiled him. He was making up for the lost time—basically buying everything he could possibly can. It was ridiculous. Aiden’s room was filled with boxes and boxes of legos, some he did not even had the chance to open be
My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Why did things not work my way for a change? I thought under my breath as I took in Ashton’s appearance. Never had I seen him so furious before, body language taut and lips pinched in a straight line as he acknowledged Edward in the room. If looks could kill he would have been six feet under by now. The question hung in the air for a few seconds, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I was hyper aware of his eyes on me, the need he had to know the answer. But I was hesitant to talk about it in front of Aiden. The last thing a five year old kid needed was even more drama for a day. He already had too much to deal with on his plate. “Aria.” He dropped his voice low, inching closer to me as if he thought I did not hear him after the first time. My eyes clenched shut. “I heard.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, hands falling to my sides helplessly. “Can we talk inside, please?" I softly asked. He stared a
The atmosphere around felt tense for no reason at all. I had no idea what Edward was going to tell him. Or what he had been planning all along. He looked dull, even though he was trying to put a front. I could see the bags under his eyes like he had not been sleeping well. They were noticeable for quite a while now but I didn’t want to broach into the topic. For the first time I noticed how resigned he appeared, almost deflated with his shoulders hunched as he tried to muster as much energy as possible. Did something happen the night before? I thought to myself. Maybe he was just as nervous thinking about introducing himself to Aiden’s life. For a hot second I sympathised with him and how difficult it must have been for him to come into senses with the new reality and accept it. Edward was taking it well, way better than I would have reacted and tried to make adjustments so that he could meet Aiden. That’s something I can never deny. He truly cared that he’s there for him and wan