Charlotte's pov The moment I saw Ava's boyfriend, I was unsure of what to do. Should I take a photo of him and the woman he was entering the hotel with, or should I mind my own business? I was confused, wondering if we were both engaging in the same behavior. Despite my troubled conscience, I decided to take out my phone and snap a photo of them. However, this sudden change of plan caused me to abandon the idea of going into the hotel. All my anticipation of being with Tyler vanished from my mind. I was too afraid to approach the hotel; it felt like a lost battle. I needed to go back, which is why I had warned Tyler that going to a hotel for our rendezvous would eventually lead to trouble. I was grateful that I had already made up my mind to return to my city. As my thoughts were still in turmoil, my phone rang, and I knew without a doubt who it was. Tyler had called a few minutes ago, and I had informed him that I was heading towards the hotel. But now, I was walking away from it
Author's pov During her lunch break, Blenda was about to leave her chair to go to her usual lunch spot when her phone started ringing. She reached out with her right hand, picked up the phone, and saw that it was Johnson calling. "Hello, sweetheart! How's work at the office?" Johnson greeted. "It's been fine," Blenda replied. "What happened today? You promised to call me so we could meet, but you let me down..." "There's something that came up, and I couldn't make it. You wouldn't understand." "What could possibly be so important that you couldn't meet me? This isn't the Blenda I know." "Johnson, it's been a long time since we last met. I'm not the same person you remember or know." "What does that mean?" Johnson's tone became more aggressive, and Blenda realized her words might have been offensive. "Okay, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize. Text me your office address, I'll come there right away..." "No, it's not necessary. I'll definitely see you later today."
Blenda's pov The screen of my phone was in front of me, displaying the missed calls from my fiance and daughter. Who should I call first? An instinctual question popped into my mind. Definitely my daughter. She must be extremely worried and eager to hear from me. I immediately dialed Ava's phone number and held it to my right ear, hoping she would answer. My heart was racing. Ava picked up the call quickly, becoming the first to speak. "Mum... where are you?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. What should I say? I rapidly searched for an answer and replied, "I'm at home," trying to calm any potential panic. I thought that response would be sufficient, and she might ask why I hadn't been answering her calls. The conversation would then proceed smoothly. However, her reply surprised me. "Mum, I vividly remember when I was growing up, you told me never to lie to the people who love me. Mum," she lowered her voice, "I'm at your house now, where are you?" I couldn't utte
Author's pov Danielle couldn't believe her eyes when Blenda invited her to come to her house. She had expected rejection, but Blenda's tone showed eagerness to hear what she had to say. Without properly dressed, she immediately left her house, got into her car, and drove straight to her best friend's house. The closer she got to Blenda's house, the more she felt a sense of nostalgia. This route used to be her favorite when they didn't have any issues, and as she approached Blenda's house, a deep compassion arose in her heart. Danielle stopped her car some distance away from Blenda's house and turned off the engine. She suddenly felt discouraged, as if she was going there with envy. "Please stop thinking in that direction. I am going to help my best friend," she challenged her accusing thoughts. She started her car again and drove towards Blenda's house. As she neared the house, Blenda, who was sitting down, stood up, and both of them felt apprehensive. It had been a long time
Author's pov It didn't take Ava the usual amount of time to reach her mom's house. On her way there, various thoughts crossed her mind, but none seemed sufficient to explain why her mom sounded upset on the phone. Ava quickly got out of her car when she arrived at her mom's compound and hurriedly walked inside, forgetting her handbag in the car. When she reached the main door, she tried to open it, but it was locked. She immediately knocked on the door twice. "Mom! Mom!!" she called out.She waited, but there was no response after a few minutes. Frustrated, she hit the door, and her mom's voice came from inside. "Ava, did you still come? I told you not to come and to wait until tomorrow." Blenda opened the door. "Mum, what happened?" Ava asked quickly, but her mom hushed her. Blenda gently locked the door, and Ava watched as her mom walked towards her bedroom, wearing a pink nightgown. "Mom, why are you keeping me silent?" Ava asked. When she realized her mom wasn't read
Author's pov It was a massive shock for everyone at the party. It felt like one revelation after another. The crowd was truly stunned when Ava revealed that Tyler was dating Charlotte. As Ava disclosed the secret, it prompted Blenda, who was sitting with Harrison, to quickly nod her head and whisper in a low voice. "I knew it. The way she was laughing with her the other time I saw them in the bar was more than just a laugh. I sensed something was going on." As Ava's speech continued, Blenda, still angry with Harrison, kept muttering to herself and didn't pay much attention to what her daughter was saying. She felt completely satisfied. Harrison, feeling left out despite Blenda speaking softly, tried to contribute to her inner thoughts. He even reached out his right hand, trying to get her attention. Blenda swiftly pulled her hand away, giving him an angry look, and then turned her gaze towards Ava, who was carefully choosing her words to expose Charlotte. Just as Ava finishe
Charlotte's pov I had no idea what Tyler was thinking. The atmosphere was still chaotic, and the guests at Ava's event were trying to process what Ava and I had said. Then, out of nowhere, Tyler asked for my hand in marriage. It felt so wrong, especially considering I was still confused about what Ava had done to me and what would be going on in her mind knowing for the first time that her dad wasn't her dad. I knew something like this might happen, but not in such an embarrassing moment. It happened in front of my mum, her boyfriend, my ex, and people who held me in high regard or never thought of me doing something like this. In their eyes, it looked like I was the baddest. I didn't blame Ava so much. I knew how I would have reacted if I were in her shoes, but still, she should have confronted me privately. Why did she gather such a huge crowd just to shame me? In fact, I was the main orchestrator of my own humiliation. It had been about an hour since I left the event. As soo
Ava's pov How long will this female doctor allow me to talk to my mum? Whenever I try to discuss things with her, she always says, "Please, don't speak. You need to relax and calm your nerves. You need it for your present situation.” Does this doctor really understand how I'm feeling right now? There are so many questions racing through my mind, and I need answers. Is Tyler not my biological father? It felt like a dream when Charlotte revealed it to the hearing of everyone. How did she come to know such information? And why would my dad or Tyler, whatever I should call him now, share such sensitive details and let Charlotte use it to mock me in front of everyone? If she truly cared about me, she would have told me as soon as she found out. This shows how deeply involved Charlotte and my dad are, if what she said is true. But hold on, will my mum's words be enough to satisfy me? She has always insisted that Tyler is my biological father. All I need is clarity, and only my mum
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