Judith’s POV
Eight months later, I was wheeled into the operating room. Yes, I decided to keep the baby. When I told my mother and the doctor that I had overheard their secret conversation about the pregnancy, their shock was palpable. They were at a loss for words, clearly stunned that I had found out. My mother tried to change my mind and justify her decision, but I was already resolute and unwavering. During the prenatal period, I struggled with conflicting thoughts in my head. On one side, the scene of that night replayed, and on the other side, it flashed back to her mother's slightly hunched yet determined figure sitting alone on a garden bench; the sound of her own agonized despair and reverent confessions intertwined with the echoes of that night. As the operating lights came on, I closed her eyes and made a life-changing decision. A few years later... “Mommy!!!” The twins ran up to me in the school parking lot. “How was school today?” I scooped both of them into my arms, and they hugged me tighter. “Mommy, Oliver ate my pancakes.” Olivia pouted and pointed at Oliver. “That’s only because you were going to give it to another person,” Oliver defended himself, clutching my hands. “Whoa, why don't we talk about all of this when we get home? We can't turn the parking lot into a therapy session, can we?” I smiled at both of them. “Yes, mommy” They both replied simultaneously and hopped into the back seat of the car. After I fastened their seat belts, we were on our way home. Oliver and Olivia have been my true source of joy and happiness since the tragedy that befell me three years ago. The decision I made, despite my mother’s initial push, has brought me more happiness than I ever imagined. After their birth, my mother thought it would be a very good idea to change the environment and restart on a fresh and clean slate. Rome was a very homely place to remain, but the crumbs of the horrific past haunted me. I thought and agreed to it being a good idea. ************** “Judith, don't you think you need a change of scenery? You’re looking rather off these days, and it seems to affect your whole being,” my mom said with a serene yet troubled gaze. “I’m just so glad I have my babies with me; even though they were unexpected, they are the best things that have ever happened to me" “That is why you should not let them be affected by the shadows brewing from your past. I mean, letting them grow up here will not only destroy their chances of getting to know who their mother really is, but will also hinder their growth, all because she can't focus on raising them right.” I watched my mother's eyes light up. “Mum, what are you saying?” I looked at her in confusion, unable to comprehend what she meant. Mom's eyes sparked with determination. “I'm saying,” she said, taking my hands into hers. “You fly off to Paris or anywhere else, start a new life with your children, leave the past behind, and let new thoughts flow through you. Fresh new thoughts. Thoughts only you have control over. Thoughts that will build a better future for you and your children. You’ll be fine, Judith; you have my blessings." ************** I snapped out of my thoughts when we arrived at the garage of the small house I managed to acquire after working tirelessly as a cleaner for three different companies. Life was comfortable, but being a single mother of two is not exactly a fun or easy feat. I watched Olivia and Oliver excitedly run inside the house, and all I could think of was taking care of them, even if it meant I died in the process. I followed them in and headed to the kitchen to make dinner. It wasn't too much work because I left some macaroni and cheese in the freezer, ready to be microwaved. Within thirty minutes, they both ran to me at the dining table, eagerly waiting for dinner to be served. They looked really hungry, and a slight delay might make them go crazy. They ate until they were satisfied. Oliver helped clear the plates after eating and assisted in loading them into the dishwasher. Olivia wasn't quite as enthusiastic about helping out. After making sure they'd finished doing homework, it was already late, and they had school the next day. “Mom, can you read us a bedtime story?” Oliver called my attention as I was about to leave the room. “Yes, sure, I can.” They both crawled up to me as I read to them about the knight in shining armor and the damsel in distress. It ended with them living happily forever. “Thank you, mommy,” they said sleepily, looking peaceful. I sat on their bed for a while. To me, I didn't believe there could be happy endings. I watched one crash before my eyes, and it would be a waste to believe in it again. 'Once bitten, twice shy’, I thought to myself. I placed a goodnight on their foreheads, turned off the lamp, and left the room. I walked down the stairs and was heading to the fridge for a cold drink when my phone started beeping. It was Vanessa. “Hi girl!!” She screamed over the phone. It's been a long time since we saw each other, but we were also on video call all the time; not a moment was missed in my journey through motherhood. “Hey Vanessa, it’s been ages; hasn't it been like ten years?” I joked. “Hm, says the girl who face-timed me last week,” Vanessa retorted. “Girl, or mother?” I snapped back at her. “You’re really enjoying motherhood, aren't you, Jud?” “I mean, it has its ups and downs, but I couldn't be happier to tend to my babies.” I really enjoy being their mother. “Are they asleep now?” “Yes, they are; I just tucked them in a few minutes ago.” “They couldn't wait to say hello to their aunt.” We chatted for a while, and then we discussed getting jobs. “How's work life there?” Vanessa asked me, and I couldn't tell her exactly what I did. “Well, I'm making ends meet.” “Are you watching the news?” “No, what's going on?” I asked with concern as I searched for the remote on the couch and table. I found it. “Check channel 9.” “Okay?” “The new Everton Medicals are delighted to inform the public of its assignment of the new head of the hospital. Mr. Everton stated in the last interview that the hospital needs new employees, and one of which is crucial is the role of PA for the newly appointed head of the hospital. Entries have been” I switched off the TV. “So, what do you say?” She asked calmly in a persuasive tone. “I don't know, Van.” “You're smart; you can do it,” Vanessa cheered. “Yes, I will do it." Vanessa will forever be my personal cheerleader. She had pushed me to do things even though I thought they were impossible. “That's what I'm talking about. Tell me how it goes tomorrow. Goodnight” “Goodnight” Little did I know, the interview was going to bring me the unexpected that will change my life forever.“Good morning, ma'am," I greeted the receptionist, trying to sound as polite as possible. “I'm here for the interview,” I told the receptionist at the front desk on the ground floor. “We don't interview for cleaners here. Just go to the back of the building; you'll see the office of the chief cleaner.” I was taken aback by what she said. Cleaner? Is that what she thinks I'm here for? “I think you're mistaken; I'm not here for the cleaning job; I sent an email to the hospital last night,” I corrected her. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't check; what’s the name?” She still seemed unconvinced, critically glancing at me. I noticed that she didn't really seem convinced, so I had to speak up for myself: “It's Judith, Judith Summers, “I applied for...” She cut me off before I could even finish. “PA?” she asked in disbelief. “I'm sorry, is there a problem?” I asked, feeling embarrassed and sensing my confidence slipping away. “No ma'am. Here’s your tag. I think you're already late,” she ad
Nathan’s POV I sat on my bed for a few minutes after I woke up, needing to recollect all the energy I lost the previous day and then lose it all today again. That’s how my life has been lately, and today, being the day of the job interview, I already predicted what the future of stress had in store for me. I painted my room dark gray to ease tensions for mornings like this. When I wake up, I don't seem to remember who I am. They calm me and remind me of my purpose, making me feel better. “That shouldn't be what's on my mind now,” I muttered to myself as I struggled to stand up and picked up my laptop to check for any new mail that I might have gotten the previous day. “Argh, I have an interview to host too.” I lamented inwardly and undressed before walking into the en-suite bathroom. I went into the bathroom, did all the necessary preparations, got into my car, and drove off. Stopping in front of my office has always given me stress and anxiety attacks, but it was different today.
Judith’s POV “It was really awkward, Vanessa,” I said on a call with my best friend, explaining how strange today had been. The interview had caught me off guard, as I wasn’t expecting it to be so effortless. I had already picked up the children from school, and they were sound asleep. “How would you rate it on a scale of one to ten?” Vanessa asked, letting out a laugh. “Vanessa, it breaks that scale!” I screamed excitedly. “He was sweet and even had a conversation with me.” “The same man that people are scared of?” She asked in disbelief. “The same man, Vanessa. It was like a dream. He was really handsome too, but his eyes seemed familiar. But then, who do I know in London? It's a whole different continent. I couldn't possibly know him,” I said, munching on crackers. “You want some crackers, Vanessa?” I teased. “Are you teasing me on purpose?” she asked in an off-tone. “So, about him, from what you’ve said so far, I think I’ve grasped one or two things.” “Oh, tell me,” I said w
Nathan's POV I could hear my alarm blaring from the nightstand by my king-size bed. I was still feeling sleepy because I slept so late last night, working on the business proposal my father wanted me to come up with. “Oh God, it's 7 a.m. already.” A surge of irritation came on me: “I can legitimately swear that I slept just a few hours ago.” These days, rest has become such a luxury. This billionaire lifestyle is so difficult. The saying "money isn't everything" echoes within me deeply. I can't even remember the last time I had a proper rest or genuinely had fun. When I was a dirty and broke street thug, I was happier than I am now. I didn't have to worry about so many responsibilities. I didn't have to worry about business deals, proposals, or any investments. I didn't have to prove my capability to anyone. Somehow, I actually missed the days I lived without a care. Dragging myself out of the duvet, I ventured into the en-suite bathroom. After a quick shower, I walked into my cl
Judith’s POV I stood there, startled, as I watched him yell angrily and glare murderously at me as if I had wronged him in his previous life. Everything transpired in a blink of an eye, leaving me utterly dumbfounded and profoundly embarrassed by the attention he had garnered. Tears welled up in my eyes as he stormed into his office. "What an asshole," I thought bitterly. Reflecting on how he had interacted with me during the interview, I could have sworn to everyone that they were wrong about him, but I guess he merely pitied me; that’s probably why I got the job so easily. I blame myself for resuming work late. I lamented that had I been here earlier, I could have avoided all this mess by checking his preferences and making the coffee ahead of time. "Oh goodness, I'm already getting into trouble on my first day," I muttered, smacking my head in frustration. I wiped away my tears and sat down, feeling dejected. "Don't beat yourself too hard," I heard someone say in a whisper, w
Nathan's POV Oh fuck, there seems to be something fundamentally wrong with me. I hope my aunt wasn't right when she labeled me a harbinger of bad luck and disaster years ago, after my mom's death. Everything, even the universe, seems to be against me. I don't have peace within me; I always have this fear of the unknown. A wave of guilt weighed on me. It seems to me that I'm the architect of my own misery. I should have navigated life with more prudence and grace. Oh damn, I miss mom. London offers no solace—no love or warmth; everything just seemed off, like I just popped up in the middle of nowhere. Even the one person I love, the one whose forgiveness I desperately seek, I continue to alienate with my careless words and actions. "Should I just go back to Rome? If I go back, what would I do there?" I mused loudly. No one would want to associate with me, as everyone dreaded and avoided me like a plague. "Well, let me just stay here. At least I'm a billionaire and highly respecte
Judith’s POV I was truly dumbfounded when the mighty and sophisticated Nathan Everton extended a heartfelt apology to me. He has always been known for his rude personality and nasty temper; everyone feared him, and his sudden apology left me speechless and thoroughly stunned for a while. I guess he isn't that bad after all; he must have an iota of conscience and human feelings. "It's okay, sir. I'm partly to blame too," I said, stuttering a little. "I will strive to be more professional, and I hope you can offer some assistance too. It’s my first time working in such an environment like this," I added. "Okay, you may get back to work then," he responded. Just as I was about to leave, I turned back and said, "I really appreciate your apology, sir. It made me feel better. Thank you so much." He merely nodded and flashed a smile that could have floored anyone before I hastily exited his office. "Oh goodness, the job can't be that bad,” I giggled as I stepped into my own office. L
Nathan’s POV "What?" I shouted, immediately regretting my outburst, as I became embarrassed afterwards. "I don't know you have children," I said, forcing a smile. "Yes, I have a two-year-old twin," she replied confidently as she packed some items inside her bag. "Okay, wow, you can go ahead and close for the day," I said, my mind still reeling from the revelation. "Okay, sir," she responded, took her bag, and left. Immediately after she left, I began to fidget. How could she have children without my knowing? My mind raced with possibilities—did she get pregnant by her fiancé and then not marry him? Perhaps they broke up afterward. Or could the children be mine? The brief encounter we shared seemed too insignificant to result in a pregnancy. I was lost in the thousands of thoughts bombarding my mind, driving me to the brink of madness. My head went blank, and I couldn't think clearly. All I wanted was to get home and relax. Taking my phone out of my inner pockets, I dialed Jam