As I gazed out the window, the vibrant colors of the morning seemed to mock me, a stark contrast to the darkness that had taken up residence in my mind. My phone buzzed with a flurry of messages from Kian, but I resolutely ignored them. I had made up my mind to sever all ties with my past and start anew.The memories lingered, however, refusing to be extinguished by my determination. The laughter, the adventures, the late-night conversations – all still lingered, taunting me with what could never be again. I felt like a shipwreck survivor, clinging to the debris of a shattered relationship, unable to let go.With a heavy sigh, I turned away from the window and began my daily routine, mechanically going through the motions. My mind, however, remained stuck in the quicksand of my thoughts, reliving moments I desperately wanted to forget.As I dressed and prepared for the day ahead, my gaze fell upon a photo on my dresser – a snapshot of Kian and me, our faces beaming with happiness. I f
Vera stopped me as I was walking out of the coffee shop. "Viv, wait," she said, her voice urgent. "Please, just hear me out."I turned to face her, my arms crossed over my chest. "What is it, Vera?" I asked, my voice firm.Vera took a deep breath. "I know I can't undo what's been done," she said. "But I want you to know that I'm ending things with Alex. For good, this time."I raised an eyebrow. "And why should I care about that?" I asked.Vera's eyes filled with tears. "Because I know how much he hurt you," she said. "And I'm sorry that I was a part of that. I'm sorry that I betrayed your trust."I looked at her, searching for any sign of insincerity. But all I saw was genuine regret and a deep sadness."Okay," I said finally. "I hear you. But it's going to take a lot more than words to make things right between us, Vera."Vera nodded, a small smile on her face. "I know," she said. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes to regain your trust. Can we start with a fresh start? A clean sla
My father sat beside me, his eyes filled with concern, waiting to hear my side of the story. "Who is the son she was talking about?" he asked, his voice gentle.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Kian is my fiancé, Dad," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.My father's expression changed from concern to shock. "Kian?"I nodded, tears streaming down my face. "Kian is her son, we just happened to have a misunderstanding and I left the house”.My father's face darkened with anger. "That woman has some nerve," he muttered. "What did she say to you?"I recounted the entire conversation, including Martha's accusations and insults. My father listened intently, his expression growing angrier by the minute.When I finished, he put his arm around me and pulled me close. "Don't worry, sweetie. I wont allow her to bully you anymore ."I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards my father. He had always been my rock, my confidant. And I knew that with him by my side, I c
They walked into a hotel, Mira wearing a big gown that cleverly concealed her growing stomach. They entered a luxurious suite, the soft lighting and plush furnishings enveloping them in a sense of opulence."Julian, you have to be careful," Mira cautioned, her voice low and urgent. "Don't just approach me anyhow in the mansion. I don't want anything that would put me at risk."Julian smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Okay, princess," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.Mira walked closer to the bed, her movements graceful despite her growing belly. Julian had already undressed, his chiseled physique visible beneath his underwear."What are you doing?" Mira asked, her voice laced with confusion.Julian raised an eyebrow. "Why are you acting so surprised?" he asked, his tone teasing.Mira's cheeks flushed. "I'm not acting surprised, it's just that I'm starting to get heavier," she said, her hand instinctively going to her stomach.Julian chuckled, his eyes crinkling at t
Vivian's POVEverything felt like a dream to me. My heart raced as I stood there, lost in thought, after hearing Martha and Kian's conversation. And the funniest part was Kian accepted to do it. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from."It's better off this way," I said with a fake smile on my face, trying to convince myself that everything was okay. But deep down, I knew it wasn't.I stood up from the bed and dressed up, trying to start a new day with a smile on my face. I walked downstairs and saw my dad sitting in the living room. "Good morning, dad," I said with a smile, trying to hide my true feelings."Good morning, dear," he replied, looking up from his newspaper. "Can I have a word with you?" I asked, hesitating for a moment."Yes, of course," he replied, putting down his paper and looking at me with concern.But as I wanted to speak, something in me wanted me to keep it to myself. I didn't want to burden my dad with my problems. "N
KIAN’S POVAs I walked downstairs, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. I knew exactly what this meeting was about, and I was not looking forward to it. My mother, Martha, was standing in the living room, a stern expression on her face. Mira, was also present, looking so comfortable."What's this meeting for?" I asked gruffly, trying to hide my annoyance.Martha cleared her throat before speaking. "Kian, we need to talk about your upcoming wedding. Mira and I have been discussing the details, and there are a few things that need to be addressed."I sighed inwardly, knowing that this was going to be a long and stressful conversation. I had been dreading this talk for weeks, and now that it was finally here, I just wanted to get it over with."Can we just get on with it?" I asked, trying to hide my frustration.Martha looked taken aback by my tone, but she continued nonetheless. "Kian, your wedding is just a few weeks away, and there are still many things that need to
As I walked into the painting shop, I was immediately struck by the vibrant colors and eclectic atmosphere. The smell of paint and turpentine filled the air, and I could hear the sound of brushes stroking canvas in the background. I had always loved art, and I was excited to explore this new shop.I browsed the aisles, taking in the various paintings and sculptures on display. There were abstract pieces, landscapes, and portraits, each one unique and beautiful in its own way. I stopped in front of a particularly striking painting, a vibrant depiction of a sunset over a bustling city.As I gazed at the painting, I noticed a figure standing behind the counter, watching me with a curious expression it was julian.As I turned to face Julian, I couldn't help but notice the smirk on his face. "You love paintings," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm."Yes, may I ask what brings you here?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.Julian walked closer to me, his shoes echoing off the wal
VIVIANAs I lay on the couch, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhaustion wash over me. The events of the day had taken a toll on me, and all I wanted to do was relax and unwind. I had just started to drift off to sleep when my phone rang, shrill and insistent.I hesitated for a moment, wondering who could be calling me at this hour. And then I saw Kian's name flash on the screen. My heart skipped a beat as I wondered why Kian would be calling me. We hadn't spoken in weeks, and I had assumed that he was busy with his own life.But as I picked up the phone, I was surprised to hear a barman's voice on the other end. "Hello, is this Vivian?" he asked, his voice gruff and unfamiliar."Yes, it is," I replied, my confusion growing. "Who is this?""This is Joe from the Red Lion Bar," he said. "I have Kian here with me. He's in a bit of a state, and I think you should come down here and talk to him."My mind raced as I tried to process what was happening. Kian was at a bar, and he was in a