As they arrived at the ice cream shop, Ethan raced ahead, pressing his face against the glass display to marvel at the array of flavors. His excitement was infectious, and Tasha couldn’t help but smile.“Alright, Ethan,” she said, catching up to him. “What’s it going to be?”“Chocolate chip!” Ethan exclaimed, practically bouncing on his toes.Tasha chuckled. “Good choice.” She glanced at Robbin. “And for you?”“Vanilla,” he replied with a shrug. “I’m simple like that.”Tasha smirked. “Boring, you mean.”“Classic,” Robbin corrected with a grin.As they placed their orders, Tasha noticed Robbin glancing at her thoughtfully. She arched a brow. “What now?”“Nothing,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Just… you seem lighter today. Happier.”She hesitated, looking down at the counter. “Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m just trying to enjoy the moment for Ethan’s sake.”Robbin nodded, his expression softening. “Whatever it is, it’s good to see.”They found a table near the window, Eth
The morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tasha’s office, illuminating the space with a soft glow. She adjusted her blazer as she settled into her chair, staring at the untouched stack of files on her desk. Returning to work had felt like a monumental decision, especially with everything happening in her personal life, but Tasha had always found solace in staying busy. A knock on the door broke her reverie. "Come in," she called, her tone steady. The door opened to reveal Vivienne, her sharp features softened with a polite smile. "Good morning, Tasha. How’s it feel being back?" Tasha leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. "Mixed emotions, honestly. But it’s good to see things running smoothly. You've been doing a great job holding down the fort." Vivienne took a seat across from her, crossing one leg over the other. "Thank you, but we’ve missed your leadership. Your insight has always been invaluable." Tasha chuckled softly. "I’m sure you’ve
As they finished their meal, Claire leaned back in her seat, a sly smile spreading across her face. Tasha noticed the glint in her eyes, the kind of glimmer that always appeared when Claire was up to something.“So, you’ve been awfully quiet lately,” Tasha remarked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m guessing there’s something you’re not telling me.”Claire let out a soft laugh, swirling the ice in her glass. “Maybe. You know, I’ve been seeing someone.”Tasha’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, what? You? Seeing someone?”“Shocking, right?” Claire teased, her lips curling into a smile. “But yeah, I’ve been spending some time with a guy. His name’s Kyle. He’s a friend of one of my college classmates. I didn’t expect it to turn into anything, but... I don’t know. He’s different.”Tasha leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. “What’s so different about him?”Claire shrugged, her cheeks slightly flushed. “I don’t know. It’s just... easy with him. We can talk for hours about anything and everything, an
Tasha's POV I sat in the quiet, sterile room of the hospital, the faint smell of antiseptic filling the air as I clutched the envelope in my hands. My heart pounded against my chest as I stared at the results. The test I had taken only a few days ago had confirmed it, but seeing the official confirmation from the hospital made it all real. I was pregnant. One month pregnant. A mixture of emotions swirled inside me, excitement, fear, and relief. I ran my hand over my flat stomach, imagining the life growing inside me. I was carrying Daniel’s baby. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This was the news that could change everything. After all the distance between us, after all the arguments and tension, maybe this would be what finally brought us back together. I imagined his reaction, the way his eyes might light up when I told him he was going to be a father. Daniel, the strong, confident billionaire, heir to the Sterling family empire, with all his power and wealth, would
I felt a sharp pain of dread settle in my stomach as I grabbed my coat and keys. I had hoped tonight would be different, that I’d finally be able to tell him about the baby. But instead, I was heading to the hospital again for her. The woman who had turned my life upside down since the moment she came back from London. The woman who had taken Daniel's attention, affection, and now, once again, his loyalty. As I arrived at the hospital, the fluorescent lights flickered above me, a sterile reminder of the countless times I had been here before. The moment I walked into the waiting room, I saw Daniel pacing back and forth. His face lit up when he saw me, but it wasn’t the kind of relief that came from seeing his wife. No, it was the relief that came from knowing I would help Vanessa again. “You need to donate your blood now,” Daniel said quickly, pulling me toward the nurses’ station. “Daniel, wait,” I said, trying to slow him down, but he barely glanced at me. “She needs you,
His words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I stood my ground, refusing to let him see just how much it hurt. I didn’t say a word. I simply turned on my heel and walked out of the hospital, the weight of my decision pressing down on me, but for the first time in a long while... I felt free. I walked towards the parking lot, the world around me spinning slightly. My hand instinctively went to my stomach as a wave of dizziness hit me, my heart racing from the confrontation. I pulled out my phone, my fingers shaking as I scrolled through my contacts. Stanley, Daniel’s friend and best man. He’d always been kind to me, a rare source of comfort when Daniel was distant. He never judged, just listened. Right now, I needed that more than ever. The phone rang twice before he picked up. “Tasha? Everything okay?” “Hi, Stanley,” I said, my voice weak. “Are you free? Sorry to bother you, but I’m at Central Hospital. I’m not feeling too well, and I don’t think I can go back home myself.” T
Tasha's POV The world around me was dark, heavy, as if I were submerged deep underwater. A sharp, distant beeping cut through the fog, pulling me up from the depths of unconsciousness. I groaned softly, my chest aching with every shallow breath I took. Where am I? The sterile scent of disinfectant hit me first, followed by the soft hum of machines. Slowly, I forced my eyes open, the harsh fluorescent lights above me blurring into focus. The white walls, the medical equipment, the stiff sheets under my fingers—it all came rushing back. I was in a hospital. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in my chest made me wince. A woman in a white coat stood at the foot of the bed, checking my chart. Her blonde hair was pulled back neatly, and her sharp gaze softened when she noticed I was awake. “you’re awake,” she said in a calm, professional voice. “I’m Dr. Walsh. How are you feeling Ms..?” I swallowed, my throat dry. “Tasha, tired… what happened?” “You collapsed on the street,”
I couldn’t answer. The pain was too intense, radiating through my abdomen like a wave crashing over me. My vision blurred as panic surged through me. I doubled over, clutching my stomach, gasping for air. Robbin was at my side in an instant, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to touch me or call for help. “Tasha, talk to me! What’s happening?” His voice was filled with urgency, but I couldn’t form the words. I tried to breathe through it, but all I could think about was the baby. Something was wrong.Terribly wrong. Robbin’s face was pale, his hands finally reaching out to steady me as I struggled to stay upright. “I’m getting the doctor,” he muttered, and before I could stop him, he rushed toward the door, shouting for help. Everything seemed to happen in a blur after that. Nurses rushed in, followed closely by Dr. Walsh. They lifted me onto the bed as the pain continued to tear through me. The doctor’s face was a mask of concentration, her hands moving swiftly as she b
As they finished their meal, Claire leaned back in her seat, a sly smile spreading across her face. Tasha noticed the glint in her eyes, the kind of glimmer that always appeared when Claire was up to something.“So, you’ve been awfully quiet lately,” Tasha remarked, raising an eyebrow. “I’m guessing there’s something you’re not telling me.”Claire let out a soft laugh, swirling the ice in her glass. “Maybe. You know, I’ve been seeing someone.”Tasha’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, what? You? Seeing someone?”“Shocking, right?” Claire teased, her lips curling into a smile. “But yeah, I’ve been spending some time with a guy. His name’s Kyle. He’s a friend of one of my college classmates. I didn’t expect it to turn into anything, but... I don’t know. He’s different.”Tasha leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. “What’s so different about him?”Claire shrugged, her cheeks slightly flushed. “I don’t know. It’s just... easy with him. We can talk for hours about anything and everything, an
The morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Tasha’s office, illuminating the space with a soft glow. She adjusted her blazer as she settled into her chair, staring at the untouched stack of files on her desk. Returning to work had felt like a monumental decision, especially with everything happening in her personal life, but Tasha had always found solace in staying busy. A knock on the door broke her reverie. "Come in," she called, her tone steady. The door opened to reveal Vivienne, her sharp features softened with a polite smile. "Good morning, Tasha. How’s it feel being back?" Tasha leaned back in her chair, folding her arms. "Mixed emotions, honestly. But it’s good to see things running smoothly. You've been doing a great job holding down the fort." Vivienne took a seat across from her, crossing one leg over the other. "Thank you, but we’ve missed your leadership. Your insight has always been invaluable." Tasha chuckled softly. "I’m sure you’ve
As they arrived at the ice cream shop, Ethan raced ahead, pressing his face against the glass display to marvel at the array of flavors. His excitement was infectious, and Tasha couldn’t help but smile.“Alright, Ethan,” she said, catching up to him. “What’s it going to be?”“Chocolate chip!” Ethan exclaimed, practically bouncing on his toes.Tasha chuckled. “Good choice.” She glanced at Robbin. “And for you?”“Vanilla,” he replied with a shrug. “I’m simple like that.”Tasha smirked. “Boring, you mean.”“Classic,” Robbin corrected with a grin.As they placed their orders, Tasha noticed Robbin glancing at her thoughtfully. She arched a brow. “What now?”“Nothing,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Just… you seem lighter today. Happier.”She hesitated, looking down at the counter. “Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m just trying to enjoy the moment for Ethan’s sake.”Robbin nodded, his expression softening. “Whatever it is, it’s good to see.”They found a table near the window, Eth
As they sat on the bench, the soft hum of children's laughter and the occasional squeak of swings filled the air. Ethan was running around with a group of kids, his joy infectious even from a distance. Robbin leaned back, arms stretched along the backrest, his eyes scanning the park. After a moment of silence, he turned to Tasha. “So, is there anything going on between you and Daniel?” Tasha tensed but kept her gaze fixed on Ethan. "Why would you ask that?" Robbin gave a low chuckle. “Don’t play coy, Tasha. The guy’s been hanging around a lot lately. People notice.” She sighed, finally looking at him. "And by people, you mean you." He smirked. "Naturally. Can’t help but notice when a guy like Daniel is lurking around the woman I care about." Tasha narrowed her eyes. "He’s Ethan’s father, Robbin. He has a right to be around." Robbin scoffed, sitting up straighter. "A right? That man forfeited any ‘rights’ the moment he walked out on you, on Ethan." Tasha’s jaw tightened, her vo
The next day, Tasha woke up with a lingering headache, the events of the previous night still fresh in her mind. She had barely slept, tossing and turning as her thoughts swirled. The alcohol, her argument with Daniel, the confrontation with Robbin all of it seemed so distant yet so real, like a weight pressing down on her chest. As she sat up, trying to shake off the grogginess, she realized that everything felt different. The house was eerily quiet, and for a moment, she wondered if it was all just a bad dream. But the pain in her head told her otherwise. Robbin had been there last night, a steady presence in the chaos, and as much as she appreciated his support, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being pulled in two different directions. Daniel’s words echoed in her mind—I still love you, Tasha. And yet, with everything that had happened, she wasn’t sure what love really meant anymore. She rubbed her temples, trying to focus. The silence in the house was deafening, a
She swallowed hard, her chest tight with emotion. She nodded slowly, and with that simple action, the door opened and she stepped inside, Daniel following her in. “I’m here,” he said again, his voice steady. “For whatever you need.” Robbin rushed down the stairs, his footsteps heavy and hurried, his mind racing with anger. He had been pacing upstairs, trying to calm himself, but the sight of Daniel and Tasha talking, her slurring her words and leaning on him for support, snapped whatever control he had left. He reached the bottom of the stairs and saw them right away Tasha, standing there, visibly unsteady, leaning against Daniel as though he was the only thing holding her together. His eyes narrowed as he marched toward them. “Tasha!” he shouted, his voice sharp and filled with frustration. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re drunk!” Before Daniel could respond, Robbin reached him in two strides, his hand gripping Daniel’s shirt as he shoved him back against th
Tasha sat alone in her living room, staring blankly at the empty glass on the coffee table. She had spent the day pacing between thoughts and emotions that felt too heavy to carry. The weight of her decisions, of everything that had been happening lately, felt suffocating. Robbin's calls and constant presence now felt distant, while Daniel's silence echoed in her mind. What did she really want? What was she doing? Her fingers hovered over the phone as she typed out a message to Robbin: "I'm sorry for acting out earlier. I just couldn't help it." She paused, staring at the screen, before hitting send. Maybe it would ease the tension, or maybe it wouldn’t. But for now, she just needed to say it. Tasha stood up, her body moving on autopilot as she grabbed her coat and slipped on her shoes. The thought of staying in, of facing all the turmoil that had been building, felt too much. She needed to get away. A quick glance in the mirror she looked fine, but inside, everything felt out o
The room was silent again, but this time it felt different more peaceful, less tense. Tasha’s heart was pounding in her chest, and the walls she’d spent so long building around herself started to crumble. The sincerity in Daniel’s eyes, the weight of his words, the rawness of his emotions, everything was pulling her in. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, but the intensity of the moment overwhelmed her. Without thinking, she stood up, pacing for a moment as if she could shake off the overwhelming flood of emotions that rushed through her. Her hands trembled slightly, and for a split second, she considered walking away, retreating back to the safety of her guarded heart. But then, Daniel stood up too, slowly approaching her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Tasha..." His voice was soft but filled with a depth that stopped her in her tracks. "You don’t have to be afraid of this. I’m not going anywhere." She felt the tears threatening to spill again, but this time they wer
Tasha froze, her heart dropping at the sound of Vanessa’s voice. She turned slowly, meeting the Vanessa’s icy gaze. Vanessa stood a few feet away, looking as pristine and put together as ever, her presence demanding attention. “I didn’t realize I had to explain my actions to you,” Tasha replied coolly, her hands instinctively gripping the strap of her purse. Vanessa’s lips curled into a smirk. “Oh, you don’t have to explain. I just find it funny how you’re acting all innocent, like you don’t know what’s really going on. Daniel doesn’t love you. He never did. You’re just a distraction, something to keep him occupied until I come back into the picture.” Tasha clenched her jaw, refusing to let Vanessa see how her words affected her. “Don’t flatter yourself. Daniel doesn’t need you. You’re nothing but a nuisance.” Vanessa’s eyes flickered with annoyance, but she didn’t back down. “I’m not going anywhere, Tasha. And you might want to watch your back. You’re not the only one with se