Ximena/Angela's POV
“Dad?” A beautiful young woman rushed in, stopping abruptly when she saw us.As our eyes met, a spark ignited deep within me. I was frozen, unable to look away, as if an unseen force held me captive. My heart skipped a beat when I realized it was Nevaeh. Tears welled up as I took in how much she had grown. Her close-set amber eyes shone like warm gold, framed by thick lashes that enhanced their allure. Her raven-black hair and flawless, sun-kissed skin completed her breathtaking beauty, making her a captivating young woman, resembling her late beautiful mother, Miss White.Nevaeh quickly moved to Hudson's side, her eyes filling with tears."Who did this to him?" she cried, shaking him gently. "Dad?"Hudson had been wrong about his daughter; she did care about him.“Compose yourself, Nevaeh,” Aunt Sadie said, stepping closer to comfort her.“Don’t touch me!” Nevaeh snapped, recoiling from Aunt Sadie. “Ximena/Angela's POV"Be careful," I told Hudson as we entered the house two weeks later. He had just been discharged from the hospital, and if you ask me how he survived, I still don't know. The doctor had confirmed him dead when his heart stopped beating, and the heart monitor flatlined. We were all shocked when, just as the nurse was about to cover him, the heart monitor beeped again. I couldn't contain my happiness when Hudson regained consciousness."I'm strong enough to walk on my own now," Hudson said, freeing his hand from mine."You are too stubborn, you know that?" I teased, and we both laughed."Where is Nevaeh?" he asked, taking a seat on the couch."She is bringing your things inside," I replied, sitting beside him. "Do you feel any better now?" I asked, and he nodded. "Are you sure?" I repeated."I adored her, Angela. I respected her, obeyed her, and gave her everything she ever wanted. What more could I have done?"
Ximena/Angela's POV“I’m pregnant!” The words slipped out instantly.“Does that matter?” Hudson asked, still straddling me.Despite my desire for him, I couldn’t bring myself to cheat on Davey. He would never forgive me. “Yes, it does,” I said, and Hudson got off me. I sat up, adjusting my dress.“I’m developing feelings for you, Angela,” he confessed. “I have tried to control it, but every time I see you, I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame. You have this allure that captivates me. It hasn’t been long since we met, but it feels like I have known you forever. I can’t stop these growing feelings. I love you, Angela. Will you give me a chance?” the way he said those words made cheating on Davey cross my mind.“I just said I’m pregnant,” I reminded him.“I know, but how does that change anything? I can take care of you and your child, and many more if you would like,” he insisted.“I’m married!” I revealed. He narrowed
Ximena/Angela’s POVEleanor’s doctor and caregiver arrived the next day. Hudson and I excused ourselves, stepping out to the veranda. I took a deep breath, enjoying the cool breeze on my face.“I hope she gets better soon,” Hudson said quietly.“She will,” I assured him. “She is strong. If she could survive the struggle and the effects of those drugs, she will be fine.”Hudson hesitated for a moment before asking, “So, when are you leaving?”“I’m just waiting for Nevaeh to come back. Then I will be gone,” I replied, focusing on the flowers in the yard.“Will I ever see you again?” Our eyes met briefly in the silence.“I don’t know.”“Will you miss me?”“I’m not sure.”He sighed. “Do you remember the second time we met, when you asked if my wife caught me cheating?”“I do. You admitted it without saying much,” I smiled faintly.“After Camila, Nevaeh’s mother, died, I promised m
Ximena/Angela’s POVWithout a word, Davey turned to leave with Tristan. “Davey, please,” my voice trembled as I hurried to block his path. “It’s not what you think, okay? I’m sorry,” I pleaded, tears streaming down my cheeks.“You made your choice, Angela,” he said, disappointment lacing his voice.“And I chose you and our son. I don’t want to go back to my past anymore. I want to embrace the future with you, please,” I begged, holding his hand.“Sir?” Tristan called, looking up at Davey.“Don’t make Mommy cry,” he wrotr in his writing tablet. Davey ruffled his hair gently.“Just promise me you will come home with me and never go back to this again,” Davey said.I glanced at Hudson before nodding. “I’m going with you,” I declared.“Angela, please,” Hudson stepped closer. “I know you have a family. I know you can’t ever love me, but you can’t stay away from me forever,” he said, turning to Davey. “She l
Ximena/Angela’s POVI was singing a lullaby to my little angel, Raven. She hardly sleeps these days, and I wonder why. Putting her to bed has become my daily and nightly routine since Davey traveled. She prefers his arms to mine, and these past few days have been hectic for me.“Come on, baby, you need to take a nap now. Mommy is tired,” I whined, feeling sleepy and frustrated. She was just three months old, but her cries were as loud as a ten-year-old’s. “Davey, please come back soon. I can’t handle this.”“Ma’am?” Rita, Tristan’s nanny, came over, holding the landline. “You have a call,” she said.“Who is it?” I asked, taking the phone from her.“I don’t know, Ma’am.”“Hello,” I said.“Is Mrs. Jackson on the line?” a hoarse voice asked, and I instantly felt uneasy.“Yes, who is this, please?” I asked, motioning for Rita to take care of Raven as I stepped out of the room.“We got this number from the v
Ximena/Angela’s POVIt was already too much for me to handle. I sat on the floor, my back against the bed, listening to the pitiful cries of my child, but I couldn’t do anything.“Ma’am?” Rita called suddenly, rushing over to me. “Why are you on the floor?” she asked, trying to help me up.“Leave me alone!” I snapped, pushing her away. “Why did you take so long?”“I’m sorry, ma’am. There was traffic,” she explained as she handed Raven to me.I cuddled my baby, more tears running down my face. She cried a lot, but never this much, and never without me or Davey. The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t accept that I would never see Davey again. It was a torment I couldn’t endure.“Should I get you lunch, ma’am?” Rita asked after helping me put Raven to sleep.“Just leave me alone,” I told her.She stayed beside me, her soft hand resting on my shoulder. “I understand how you feel, ma’am, but you can’t go on like this. I
Ximena/Angela’s POVI didn’t know how else to feel. Suicide crossed my mind so many times, but when I remembered my two bundles of joy, I wanted to live for them. I can't let my kids suffer the way I did. Though I didn’t grow up with my father, I still had someone to care for me–my crazy aunt. But not my kids. Davey’s mother died two years ago. He lost his father at a young age too, and his only sister, Clara, hates me. She never liked me, and it was why she fought with Davey before moving to Canada.“Can I come in?” Rita asked, cracking the door open.“You are already in,” I replied.She moved to sit beside me. Taking a deep breath, she began, “I know this is really hard for you, but I need you to be strong and push through. If anything happens to you, I don’t know if I can give your kids the life you would have given them,” she said, and I listened. “It's not easy to bear all the grief, the loss, and the burden alone. But I’m here for
Ximena/Angela’s POV“Angela,” he called, his footsteps approaching.“What are you doing here?” I asked.“I called him, ma’am,” Rita responded.“Why?”“Tristan said I should call him,” she said, moving closer. “Besides, ma’am, we need to get you away from here. I don’t know what Clara will do next.”“She is right, Angela. You are not safe in this house anymore,” Hudson said, taking my hand.“Excuse me,” Rita said as she left.I pulled my hand away from Hudson’s. “Why are you here?” I whispered.“They told me everything that happened. Why didn’t you call me earlier? I know you must be going through a lot,” he said, holding my hand again. “What did the doctor say about your sight?”Tears streamed down my face as Hudson reopened my concealed pain. He squeezed my hand in sympathy. “It hasn’t been easy for me, Hudson,” I confessed. “Davey left me alone in this cruel world. He didn’t even think twice