Ryan hesitated for a moment, perhaps not fully understanding what was happening, but the connection was instant. I could see it in his eyes, small, curious, and cautious. He stretched out his hand toward Richard, not knowing why he was doing it, but seeming to follow some kind of instinct that I couldn’t control.
Richard extended his hand carefully, as if afraid to break something delicate between them. Then, with a soft touch, they greeted each other, Ryan’s tiny finger brushing against the tip of Richard’s finger.
“Are you a friend?” My son asked, his voice sweet and childlike.
Richard looked at me with a furrowed brow. “He still can’t form complete sentences.”
I laughed. “He’s only two.”
Richard nodded, clearing his throat as he looked back at our son. Nervousness spread in my chest.
The connection was immediate. Richard’s smile widened the moment Ryan took a step toward him, though his expression was filled with emotions I couldn’t quite
RICHARD'S POVLast night, after an amazing evening with Ryan, it was inevitable that the two of them would have to stay over. I had to insist a lot for it to happen, and after much persistence, she finally gave in.I didn’t sleep all night. I kept waiting for her to need me, for Ryan to need me, for either of them to call me, and even though it didn’t happen, I still felt even more satisfied.I dragged myself out of bed, a little tired from the restless night, but still feeling so happy and fulfilled that it felt like I had slept the entire night.My phone alarm went off the exact moment I finished buttoning my shirt. I turned it off, grabbing my phone and my headphones. It was five in the morning, and I vividly remembered how Melissa would always wrap herself up in the blankets when I woke up to train.Seeing the toy Ryan had brought lying on the living room floor, along with Melissa’s and Ryan’s jackets neatly folded on the couch, made my heart warm. A smile spread across my face be
SIDNEY'S POVThe hatred burned inside me, spreading like an insatiable flame. I could feel the heat on my cheeks, the anger consuming me as I left Richard’s apartment, slamming the door of my car with enough force to have shattered it. My heart was racing, but it wasn’t just anger that controlled me — it was a sense of revenge waiting to be carried out."What the hell!" I screamed into the empty street, pounding the steering wheel in fury. "That woman... that snake!"Melissa had come back into my life, and not only that — she was slithering her way back into Richard's life. I knew she wouldn’t give up so easily, but the truth was, I couldn’t let her destroy everything I’d built. Everything Richard and I had. I wouldn’t allow her to be the only one to get what she wanted.I took a deep breath, trying to control the rage that threatened to consume me. I still had control of the situation. I always would. Richard didn’t love me yet, but he would learn to. The time we spent together, our r
"Good morning," I smiled. "You don’t have to announce me."I walked right past her and opened the office door. Richard was there, of course, sitting in his usual chair, papers scattered across the desk, and Melissa by his side, as if nothing had happened. As if she had the right to sit there next to him, as if the past didn’t exist."Sidney..." Richard said, surprised to see me but trying to hide it. He always used that calm tone when he wanted to conceal discomfort. He knew what I was capable of, so he never challenged me directly.Melissa, on the other hand, looked at me with that inquisitive gaze. The kind of look that tried to hide the tension, but to me, it was like a blank slate waiting to be filled. I took advantage of that."Hello, Richard. Hi, Melissa," I said with a softness that hid all the venom I was swallowing.She forced a smile, probably trying to maintain politeness, but I could see the discomfort in her hands, which trembled slightly as she adjusted her chair. She kn
I stare at the two red lines on the white strip I hold between my fingers. A smile spreads across my face as a wave of euphoria rushes through me. I blink, happiness swelling within me, thinking of Richard and how thrilled he’ll be to learn that today, we’re making one of our biggest dreams come true.I’m pregnant. Pregnant with the man I love, who loves me back. Pregnant with a child who, I’m certain, will be the most loved in the entire world.Richard has always told me he wanted to be the father of my child. That he dreamed of us building a big, close-knit family together, with countless children running through our backyard. Of course, the idea was exciting, but this wasn’t something we had planned to happen so soon.I’m still finishing college, a young woman alone in the world, an orphan. I have no choice but to study and graduate to survive in this enormous city. Even though Richard is wealthy, I don’t want to rely on that. I want to start my career without his name being so clos
Chapter 02I couldn’t stay there and watch as everything slipped through my fingers. I stood up and gathered all my belongings, placing them into a box I kept in my cabinet. I cleared my desk and packed away the papers.Sidney and Richard’s conversation seemed endless. Almost an hour had passed, and they still hadn’t come out. I picked up the box, walked briskly to the elevator, and pressed the button. Thankfully, the elevator arrived quickly, and I managed to leave straight to the parking garage before anyone came out.I loaded my things into my car and sat down, starting the engine in a rush. I didn’t allow myself to think too much as I dialed my best friend’s number.“Sugarplum,” he answered, his voice warm with a smile.“Eloy,” I whispered, feeling my walls crumble. “I need help.”A moment of silence. “Where are you?”-After explaining everything to Eloy, he bought me a plane ticket so I could leave the country. I didn’t think twice before accepting it. Grateful for my European ci
Three years later..."Are you ready?" Eloy asks, poking his head into my room.I nod and get up, holding Ryan in my arms."Mel!" I hear Brittany shout, her high heels clicking as she walks toward me. "Oh my God! You look amazing!""I think it's just average," Eloy jokes."Shut up and grab our cute nephew," she says, kissing Ryan’s cheek as he peacefully sleeps in my arms. "Oh, he looks adorable in his little suit."I smile and scrunch my nose. When Eloy steps forward to take him, I hand him over, but not without teasing him a bit. We’re like siblings, and Brittany, his wife, understands that there are no feelings between us. That’s why, when I said I would leave once they got married, she strongly objected — being an only child, I’m as close to a sister as she’ll ever have."I wanted to borrow your diamond earrings," she says, pouting.I laugh and nod, walking over to my jewelry box, grabbing them, and handing them to her. "They look better on you, why not keep them?""No way. Eloy sai
I turn to leave, to walk away from him and this messed-up situation I’m being forced to deal with, but he grabs my arm and stops me. “Let go of me!”“Not until you tell me…” His voice is low and rough.“He’s not your son, Mr. Hart,” I say, staring directly into his eyes.“And you really expect me to believe that?”“Yes, I do,” I nod firmly. “He’s not yours. Ryan is mine, and mine alone.”He lets out a low laugh, but before he can say anything else, Eloy steps up beside me, wrapping his arm protectively around my shoulders.“Is there a problem here?” Eloy asks.“What’s your relationship with her?” Richard raises an eyebrow, his gaze fixed on Eloy’s hand on my shoulder.“Not that it’s any of your business, but she’s my sister, Mr. Hart. And knowing you have sisters yourself, I trust you’ll understand when I say I’ll do anything to ensure she isn’t harassed or hurt. Including punching the faces of idiots.” Eloy tightens his hold on me. “Let’s go. Britt is waiting in the car.”I nod, givin
I couldn’t fall back asleep after that. I spent the entire night thinking of ways to escape this situation. I needed to find a way to cut Richard out of my life entirely and ensure he couldn’t claim any right to my son — a child I love with all my heart and have worked so hard to raise.When my alarm went off, I paused the N*****x series I’d been watching and turned off the alarm. Dragging myself out of bed, I headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, then dressed slowly and deliberately.Being considered an It Girl was never part of my plan, but when my brand took off nearly three years ago, the spotlight turned to me. For months, I thought Richard deserved to see me thriving without him — just my talent and hard work propelling me forward.During that time, I kept my pregnancy a secret and never let Ryan be exposed to the world. My little boy was my treasure, and I didn’t want his face splashed across every magazine. I had learned to separate my personal and professional lives quite
"Good morning," I smiled. "You don’t have to announce me."I walked right past her and opened the office door. Richard was there, of course, sitting in his usual chair, papers scattered across the desk, and Melissa by his side, as if nothing had happened. As if she had the right to sit there next to him, as if the past didn’t exist."Sidney..." Richard said, surprised to see me but trying to hide it. He always used that calm tone when he wanted to conceal discomfort. He knew what I was capable of, so he never challenged me directly.Melissa, on the other hand, looked at me with that inquisitive gaze. The kind of look that tried to hide the tension, but to me, it was like a blank slate waiting to be filled. I took advantage of that."Hello, Richard. Hi, Melissa," I said with a softness that hid all the venom I was swallowing.She forced a smile, probably trying to maintain politeness, but I could see the discomfort in her hands, which trembled slightly as she adjusted her chair. She kn
SIDNEY'S POVThe hatred burned inside me, spreading like an insatiable flame. I could feel the heat on my cheeks, the anger consuming me as I left Richard’s apartment, slamming the door of my car with enough force to have shattered it. My heart was racing, but it wasn’t just anger that controlled me — it was a sense of revenge waiting to be carried out."What the hell!" I screamed into the empty street, pounding the steering wheel in fury. "That woman... that snake!"Melissa had come back into my life, and not only that — she was slithering her way back into Richard's life. I knew she wouldn’t give up so easily, but the truth was, I couldn’t let her destroy everything I’d built. Everything Richard and I had. I wouldn’t allow her to be the only one to get what she wanted.I took a deep breath, trying to control the rage that threatened to consume me. I still had control of the situation. I always would. Richard didn’t love me yet, but he would learn to. The time we spent together, our r
RICHARD'S POVLast night, after an amazing evening with Ryan, it was inevitable that the two of them would have to stay over. I had to insist a lot for it to happen, and after much persistence, she finally gave in.I didn’t sleep all night. I kept waiting for her to need me, for Ryan to need me, for either of them to call me, and even though it didn’t happen, I still felt even more satisfied.I dragged myself out of bed, a little tired from the restless night, but still feeling so happy and fulfilled that it felt like I had slept the entire night.My phone alarm went off the exact moment I finished buttoning my shirt. I turned it off, grabbing my phone and my headphones. It was five in the morning, and I vividly remembered how Melissa would always wrap herself up in the blankets when I woke up to train.Seeing the toy Ryan had brought lying on the living room floor, along with Melissa’s and Ryan’s jackets neatly folded on the couch, made my heart warm. A smile spread across my face be
Ryan hesitated for a moment, perhaps not fully understanding what was happening, but the connection was instant. I could see it in his eyes, small, curious, and cautious. He stretched out his hand toward Richard, not knowing why he was doing it, but seeming to follow some kind of instinct that I couldn’t control.Richard extended his hand carefully, as if afraid to break something delicate between them. Then, with a soft touch, they greeted each other, Ryan’s tiny finger brushing against the tip of Richard’s finger.“Are you a friend?” My son asked, his voice sweet and childlike.Richard looked at me with a furrowed brow. “He still can’t form complete sentences.”I laughed. “He’s only two.”Richard nodded, clearing his throat as he looked back at our son. Nervousness spread in my chest.The connection was immediate. Richard’s smile widened the moment Ryan took a step toward him, though his expression was filled with emotions I couldn’t quite
Hours had passed since I left the office, and the thought that he would finally meet Ryan still left me with a knot in my stomach. I knew he was eager, and despite all the anger I felt toward him, part of me was... strangely nervous. Nervous, not because of him, but because of what would happen next.After I got home, I talked to Eloy and Brittany. We decided together — since I asked for both of their opinions — that it was better to rip the Band-Aid off all at once. It would avoid the stress and pain we would face.Moreover, I knew the moment wouldn't be easy for any of us. Ryan... Ryan was just a child. He didn’t deserve the complications of the adult world. He didn’t deserve to be dragged into the mess between Richard and me. But somehow, he was already caught in it. The truth always comes out in one way or another. Deep down, I knew I would have to face it, sooner or later.Looking at myself in the mirror, I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. I was h
Richard's POV"I don't trust a single word that just came out of your mouth," she says, making my heart ache.Melissa is standing in front of me, the most exceptionally beautiful woman in the world. After all these years, having her so close and not being able to touch her is still the hardest thing I’ve ever had to endure.The first time I saw little Ryan, I knew immediately that he was mine. All night long, I tossed and turned, trying to make sense of everything, trying to understand how and why we’d reached a point where she felt the need to hide a child from me.She never let me explain my situation, but after all this time — and after finding out she kept a child from me — I guess that’s the least important thing between us now. And yet, even after deciding last night that I was going to hate her...Hearing everything she said made me feel like driving a knife into my own chest. I wanted to punch myself, scream at myself to have more sensitivity. All she ever wanted was to protect
I spotted Richard's car a few blocks away as I drove out of my building. I adjusted Ryan’s little bear hat, pulling it snug over his dark hair — an undeniable trait inherited from his father — to shield him from the cold air-conditioned breeze.The day had started chilly, which delayed me a little longer than usual as I helped the nanny pack a bag with everything Ryan might need. I considered myself a prepared mom, and I had to admit I took some pride in that.Ryan was still groggy. It always took him a while to fully wake up, and his puffy little face rested against my chest. His tiny arms clumsily wrapped around me as his sleepy eyes blinked slowly.“Mommy, where are you going?” he asked, his small, raspy voice melting my heart.I smiled. Ryan hadn’t yet learned how to ask, “Where are we going?” so instead, he had mastered the question, “Where are you going?” which worked as a catch-all.“We’re going to the doctor, sweetheart,” I explained.“Doctor?” His question came out a little m
“We’re doing the test today, Melissa.”I stood there in shock, blinking once, then twice, trying to process his words. I hadn’t expected him to decide this now, not like this. He was here, the words spilling effortlessly from his lips... as if — “What?” I blinked again, startled. “No, we’re not.” “Yes, we are. I can’t wait any longer,” he said firmly. “Rich,” Brittany chimed in, waving slightly in his direction. “Mel, I’m going to help Eloy in the bathroom,” she added. I nodded as she left. As much as I understood her position, I wanted to yell "traitor" at the top of my lungs as my best friend abandoned me to deal with this alone. “I want to be part of my son’s life,” he finally said. “How can you be so sure he’s your son? He might not be.” I shrugged. “You could be deluding yourself. I know you are.” I paused. “Is it really so hard to accept that I’m just some damn traitor?” The words spilled out before I could stop them, and I regretted them almost immediately. I hadn
“I feel like he’s mine, Melissa,” Richard continues, his voice lower now but carrying a weight that makes me want to disappear. His fingers tighten around my waist, and I feel his body so close to mine, the heat of his presence enveloping me in a way I can’t control. “If he’s not my son… then who is the man?” I swallow hard, my heart racing, but I try not to show the whirlwind of emotions overtaking me. The thought of revealing anything more about Ryan’s paternity makes me feel like I’m about to crumble. “You don’t need to know who he is,” I say softly, almost pleading. “Please, Richard, it doesn’t matter anymore. Ryan is mine. Only mine.” “But I am his father, Melissa. I know it,” he says, refusing to back down. “I’ll find out the truth, one way or another.” I try to pull away from his grip, but he’s unyielding. His eyes won’t let me escape. I can feel the weight of his words, the pressure of the doubt beginning to erode everything I’ve tried to protect. He won’t give up so easil