Charlotte's pov Tyler abruptly stopped talking as I entered his room, and his expression made it clear that he didn't want me to overhear the conversation. I continued to stare at him until he ended the call. "Who was that?" I asked. "Ava and..." He paused. "What does she want from you that you don't want me to know?" I sat on the bed, leaning my back against it, while keeping my eyes fixed on Tyler, who continued to gaze at me. "She wants to know the truth. She believes you fabricated what you said at the event." "This is the right time to let her know the truth. Unfortunately, both of us are now in the same situation. I have not seen my dad and she too had not known her dad. Please, tell her the truth." I averted my gaze from him. Tyler immediately shifted his attention to his phone, and after a few minutes, he said as he walked towards the bed, "I have sent her the DNA results. Only God knows how she will feel after going through them." When he said those words,
Luke's pov My secret had been exposed. When will I start? Will Blenda take me back into her life? Did she find out about my past and that's why she spent the night at her ex-boyfriend's place? It's been over ten minutes since I parked in front of my house, but I've lost all motivation to go inside. What's the point of going inside? My life is in shambles. The woman I love with all my heart for the first time has refused to let me into her house. Is this how those women feel when I reject their love? I feel a burning fire in my chest. It's hard to breathe properly. All I wanted was to talk to Blenda and beg her for not revealing these things right away when we started our relationship. If she had loved me then, she would have loved me for who I am. I took out my phone, intending to call my mum, but then the thought of calling Kate crossed my mind. "How did Blenda come into contact with Jane and Kate?" I said out loud without realizing it. Out of anger, I hit the steering whee
Blenda's pov Sitting in front of me was my only daughter, eagerly looking into my eyes, waiting for me to reveal the truth about her biological father. But I wasn't sure where to turn to unravel the secrets of the past. The certified DNA test results from Tyler had shown that Ava wasn't his daughter. I wanted to step back and reflect on where I went wrong. My entire life had been sacrificed for my father's obsession with what he loved and wanted to achieve. I grew up as a happy girl in a privileged home where I had everything I desired. My father was wealthy, and my existence had contributed to his financial success. I was the only child at home, and all the attention was focused on me. Growing up in a wealthy household, I was fortunate to start a beautiful relationship with Johnson, a sweet guy who was admired by everyone in my college. Our relationship felt like a blessing from above. My parents also fell in love with him when I introduced him to our family, and he became a cl
Charlotte's pov It has been two days since the party that I thought was meant to celebrate Ava's achievement but ended up causing a complete rift between us. I feel restless whenever I think about what happened at the party. Ava has been my best friend, and I don't want us to drift apart like this or I should be the one responsible for the breakup. I need to find a solution to resolve our unspoken disagreement. She won't even answer my calls. I'm concerned about her well-being, especially considering the emotional impact of finding out that Tyler isn't her father. She must be going through a traumatic experience, just like me. For more than twenty-three years, I have felt empty in my search for my real father and I think my mum has given up in the search. Ava is likely feeling the same way now. It's gotten to the point where I don't even feel like eating. All my thoughts were to make up with Ava. Tyler referred to the party and its aftermath as blessings in disguise and he said it
Author's pov Ava and her mum were getting ready to enter her mom's car and go straight to meet Johnson when Ava spoke up. "Mom, I have an idea," she said, standing close to the car door. "What idea?" her mom asked. "Why don't you go alone? My presence might not create the right atmosphere to get his hair for the DNA test." Blenda thought for a moment and nodded, looking at Ava. "You're right. So, can you stay alone at home?" she asked. Before Ava could respond, her mom suggested, "Why don't you go and stay with your grandparents for a while? I don't know when I'll be back." "Will you be staying there for long?" Ava asked. "No, once I get what I need, I'll let you know immediately." "Okay, Mum." Ava stepped away from the car door, went to meet her mom, hugged her, and kissed her on the right cheek. She watched her mom get into the car and drive away. As soon as her mom left, Ava went inside, packed some of her clothes, came out, got into her car, and drove to her gran
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
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