Ava's pov I was on my way to my grandparents' house when I realized that things weren't going well in my life. I tried to ignore it and blamed Charlotte for all my discomfort. But now I understand that it wasn't just her betrayal that was causing me unrest. As I had both hands on the steering wheel, I spoke the words out loud, "Where is Douglas, my boyfriend?"I fell silent and started reflecting on my life, starting from the event I organized to humiliate Charlotte and my son called foster father. That was the only time I saw Douglas. He had said he couldn't make it, but he showed up at the last moment. I didn't see him at the hospital, and he didn't call me when I was there. It's clear that I've been the one pushing our relationship forward. My slight negligence resulted in me not hearing from him. I decided not to call him and continued driving at a normal speed. But my tender heart couldn't stop thinking about him. I wished my heart could be as strong as it was towards Charl
Charlotte's pov I watched Tyler as he went to the door to see who was knocking. None of us were expecting a visitor, and I doubted if Ava would come to see us since she was very angry with me to the point that she had decided not to answer my calls, no matter how many times I dialed her number. It's so frustrating, as she's been my only friend in this city. "Hi..." I could hear Tyler saying to the person outside the door. If it was someone he or I knew, he would have added their name. He paused, waiting for the person to respond and at the same time, I positioned my head so that I could hear what they were saying. "Please, I'm looking for Charlotte. I suppose you're her dad. Nice to meet you, you have a very beautiful daughter," a male voice replied. As soon as I heard my name from an unfamiliar voice, I stood up at once and went to the door. When I reached the door, Tyler moved away so I could face the young man directly. The first thing I did was give him a quick once-over,
Brenda's pov After listening to Harrison's audio message, Johnson stood there and stared at me. He was genuinely curious about my next move. But what should I really do? I came here with a purpose, and that purpose was all about my daughter. We both wanted to resolve the issue of identifying her biological father. As I pondered over my options, Johnson asked me a tricky question. "Do you think your relationship with your boyfriend is better than our past relationship?" he asked. That question caught me off guard, and suddenly I started seeing Johnson the way I did when we first met in high school. I remained silent and sat down. Johnson approached me and confessed his love. "Brenda, I love you with all my heart. My life felt incomplete without you. Our reunion was orchestrated by fate, believe me, I will never love any the way I have loved you," he said. I stayed silent, deep in thought. Did fate cause Charlotte to sleep with my ex-husband? Does fate want my marriage to fail
Brenda's pov I'm still in a state of shock about what happened last night with Johnson at his house. Back when we were deeply in love, I used to affectionately call his private part and I usually call it, the "stick of life" because it brought me great pleasure, whether during intercourse or when I performed oral sex on him like a lollipop. Even after taking a cold shower couldn't distract me from my thoughts and strong zeal to get hold of it. I left the bathroom, but my first attention was still focused on what had happened to us in the past. At first, I quietly collected his hair without him noticing and gathered the courage to leave his bedroom. After staring at him for a while, I eventually left and went to the guestrooms. I thought I had successfully won the battle against my erotic desires for Johnson's exposed dick, but my mind kept replaying memories of our intimate moments when we were alone together in the past. I don't know where the sudden urge came from, but it pul
Charlotte's pov My life without Ava has been incredibly painful. I think about her every day and I wish it was all just a bad dream. Every moment since the breakup has been a mix of sweetness and bitterness. When I see Tyler, I feel okay, but when I think about Ava, I feel sad again. How long will it take to reconcile with Ava? When will I have the courage to approach her and tell her that Tyler and I met on a blind date app even before she introduced him as her father to me? I was already in love with him, and being here with him only intensified those feelings and we couldn't hold ourselves from sleeping together. Tyler looks much younger than his age, and I don't understand why that stranger who brought gifts referred to him as my dad. I now understand why Tyler acted strangely that day, and I'm starting to get used to his behavior. Does this mean Tyler is possessive or very jealous? This is the time I need to get to know him better. Does he not trust me? Why does he suddenly t
Author's pov Charlotte stood in front of her mirror without any makeup. She had been standing there for a while, lost in her thoughts, while Tyler assumed she was getting ready as they were about to go to the airport. Her gaze was fixed on herself in the mirror, but her mind was far away. "What kind of insults will I receive from my mum when she comes out of the house and opens the door to see me," she wondered. "Darling!" Tyler walked into her room and found her standing there. Charlotte was unaware that someone had entered her room. "What are you doing? I thought you were getting ready," Tyler said, and his voice startled Charlotte, causing her to move to the right to regain her balance and looked at Tyler. "Oh, I'm sorry. But I've been waiting for you in the sitting room. Aren't we going anymore?" He checked his wristwatch. "We have less than an hour to get to the airport. I want to make sure we travel today.” "I'm afraid," Charlotte said softly. "I don't know how my m
Author's pov "I can't believe Brenda chose her ex-boyfriend over me. This is the most embarrassing moment of my life..." Luke expressed his frustration in front of his mother. "Wait a minute," Luke's mum interrupted him. It had been two days since Luke left Brenda's house, and Johnson had come in the morning to distract him while he pleaded with Brenda to take him back. "It's like I don't understand what you're saying. You said Brenda told you to go home and that she would call you when she made a decision?" Luke's mum asked with confusion in her face. "Yes," Luke replied, standing up and placing his hands on the chair. "No, you're not getting it. What are you trying to make me understand?" Lisa asked with confused eyes. "I was asked to leave the house so that Brenda and her ex-boyfriend could be together. That was the first insult. And as I was about to leave, Brenda's ex-boyfriend whispered in my ear that he had come to Brenda's house for a rematch of lovemaking, boastin
Author's pov Ava and her mum were having breakfast at the dining table when Ava's phone received a message notification. Reluctantly, she turned to look at her phone just as she was about to take a spoonful of food. She suddenly paused and said immediately, "Mom, I got a message from the DNA lab. The result is out." "Hmm..." Brenda stopped and held her spoon near her mouth, placing it gently back to her plate of food. Both mother and daughter were frozen by the message from the lab. "Mum, I can't go to the lab alone. I want you to come with me to get the results. I'm apprehensive." Brenda and Ava, who had been smiling moments ago, became calm. Brenda, in particular, couldn't control her breathing and became nervous. "Please excuse me, I need to use the restroom," she said to her daughter as she stood up and left. Once inside the restroom, she moved around with her hands behind her back, feeling overwhelmed by her thoughts. "What will happen...?" She paused, unsure of wh
Author’s pov Taylor was very anxious and he was very uncomfortable as things were going. This wasn't what he and Gabriel and the nurse they had already paid had planned. The high ranking doctor wasn't around and no one could administer any drug to Larisa without his approval. When the time was 4pm, Taylor took Gabriel for the third time and they went out. “What's happening? I'm running out of patience. This is not what we planned. Larisa and the baby are doing fine. What are you waiting for?” “I don't think we can do anything now. I guess it will be tomorrow.” “Tomorrow? I overheard the doctor saying that she is strong and she can go home tomorrow. Is this what we planned?” Taylor asked. “Why can't we give her the drug in your house? It will be very easy that time. The nurse we are using will be the one to administer it.” “I am getting the feeling that something is going wrong somewhere.” Taylor said. “Don't have that thinking.” “Why will I not have that thinking? This
Author's pov It’s now nine months later and Larisa had started sensing the sign of giving birth and it started very early in the morning. Then Dylan got up from the bed. “We need to go back to your city.” “Then call your brother that we are coming.”Dylan immediately called Taylor and informed him of their coming. Before now, Taylor had begged Dylan to bring Larisa so that he could sign the birth certificate after she delivers. About two hours after Taylor had finished talking to Dylan, he quickly called Gabriel's phone number."HelloGabriel, the time has come. Larisa is finally coming, but there is a littleproblem." "What's the problem?" Gabriel askedas he sensed Taylor's panic. "I guess Larisa is in labor." "How do you know?" Gabriel asked. "Dylan called me and told me to collect to the airport with an ambulance. It's obvious. What if she gives birth at the plane or airport? Larisa has killed me. The thought out plan is about to be ruined." Taylor and his friend,
Larisa's pov Why wouldn't I continue to love Dylan? Initially, I had my doubts about whether he would accept what I had to tell him. Deep down, it was a test, and he didn't know that I was about to judge him based on his response. From what I gathered from Dylan's parents, he didn't like visiting his hometown. And after he shared with me what Taylor had done to him, I understood why he rarely went there. But because of the love he had for me, he had decided to accompany me to Taylor's house when it’s due for me to give birth. I still remember when Dylan took his phone and called Taylor, saying, "Hi Taylor, I have seen Larisa..." "That's wonderful," Taylor sounded genuinely excited, and Dylan put his phone on speaker mode so that I could hear their conversation clearly. "But she mentioned something that makes it difficult for her to come." "What's that?" Taylor asked eagerly. "She said she can't come alone to your house. Why is she so afraid? Have you ever hit her whe
Larisa’s pov It's been eight hours since Dylan told me about his relationship with Tessy. Now I understand why Dylan hesitated to pursue me, even though he had feelings for me. He was afraid it would seem like payback if he chose me. I can see his concerns clearly. It doesn't mean he doesn't love me, but it would appear calculated and vengeful. If I were the judge in his case with Taylor, I would say Taylor deserves the payback. Why would he act so wickedly? Jealousy! But it's not anyone's fault if he couldn't treat a woman well. Right now, I can't stay with Taylor anymore. It's like those girls he dated who ended the relationship and ran away. It also justifies my decision to escape from his manipulative hostility. As I continued to reflect on every word Dylan said and compared it to his and Taylor's past, I noticed a clear contrast. I couldn't sit on my bed any longer, analyzing my thoughts. My feet urged me to move around the house. Dylan had left for an important appointment,
Dyan’s pov The next day, by coincidence, I called Tessy in the morning and asked her to come to my place at 5 pm. This happened without Taylor's knowledge. However, it sparked Tessy's desire to meet Taylor at the bar at 4 pm, and she kept it a secret from me.At 3:30 pm, Taylor got ready, took a shower, and dressed nicely. As he was about to leave the house, I jokingly said, "Looks like you found someone new." He smiled at me and left in his car. Our dad was wealthy and made sure we had everything we needed.Because Tessy was eager, she arrived at Keans bar before Taylor, who was driving. Taylor called Tessy from his car, asking, "Where are you?" "I'm already inside the bar," she replied. "Please come out," he said when he spotted someone he knew, and that person also knew Tessy as my girlfriend.Tessy came out, wearing a brown dress with black dots on the front. When she saw Taylor's car, she walked closer to it. "Get inside. Come inside," he said quickly, opening the car doo
Dylan’s pov "Quit being envious of what your brother has..." These were the words spoken by my mother when Taylor and I were still very young. She was talking to Taylor, and as a mother, she had noticed our contrasting personalities. She observed that whatever belonged to me always caught Taylor's attention. Taylor was never content with his own possessions and often neglected to take care of them. When we were kids, Taylor had a strong, muscular physique, which gave him an advantage over me when it came to forcefully claiming ownership. In the absence of our parents, he would become domineering, and I would quickly give up what was mine to avoid any physical confrontation. At first, I thought this was normal, but as we entered our teenage years, I realized it was escalating. It felt like I was living in bondage, where the only way to escape was by willingly giving away what was rightfully mine. When our parents were around, he would behave appropriately, and everything I had woul
Author's pov "It's not about whether I read the text, but it's the content of the text and the urgency to talk to you. She called you ten times. I saw her myself. I was the one who opened the door for her when she came to your parents' house when your mom invited me. Your mum even wanted us to get to know each other. She introduced her as your girlfriend and introduced me as Taylor's girlfriend." Larisa paused and looked at Dylan. "Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked. "You've been the one talking," he responded. "Okay, let me ask you the question again. Who is Tessy?"Dylan let out a big sigh and tried to stomp his foot on the floor. "My love, this isn't the right time to tell you about her. It's too early. It's only the second day of your stay here..." "Are you hiding something from me? Don't you know that as women, we don't like secrets in a relationship? We want to know everything about our partner. It gives us a sense of security. Let's be honest with each oth
Author’s pov Dylan was still taken aback by Taylor's sudden appearance and didn't have a moment to go inside and inform Larisa. He tried to gather himself and opened the door, allowing Taylor to enter, assuming Larisa hadn't heard them. "How did you manage to get to New York so early?" Dylan kept his gaze fixed on Taylor as he took a seat on the chair to the right. "Excuse me, let me change my clothes," Dylan quickly said, leaving the living room and heading inside, where he spotted Larisa standing near the door, eavesdropping. "How did he find out I was in New York?" Larisa whispered, her voice hushed. "I don't know, he must have taken the night flight. Stay calm, stay here. Let me go and talk to him. I came here to inform you," Dylan replied, forgetting to change out of his nightwear. His primary intention was to let Larisa know that his brother was around, unaware that she had overheard their conversation.When Dylan returned to the living room, still clad in his nightgow
Larisa’s pov There's no greater feeling than knowing that the mission you're about to take will lead you to see the most enchanting person in your life. That's exactly how I felt when I left Taylor's parents' house, pretending I was going to a nearby grocery store to pick up a few things. The escape was smooth, and neither Tyler nor Charlotte suspected a thing. They trusted me and didn't feel the need to accompany me. What should have been just an hour or two journey took me far away. Dyan had already booked a flight for me. All I had to do was leave the house and make my way to the airport. It was as simple as that. Out of love and affection, I left my clothes and bag behind, not wanting to leave any traces of my departure. What can compare to the bliss of love and laughter? Nothing! Not even the expensive clothes Taylor bought for me. Material possessions can be replaced anytime, but my love for Dyan is irreplaceable. There's nothing sweeter than being forgiven by someone you de