VIVIAN As I pulled the door open, my heart nearly stopped.Standing there, smiling at me, was Clara…my only friend from the orphanage."Clara?" I whispered, my voice shaky from disbelief.Without a second thought, I threw my arms around her, hugging her tightly. "Oh my God, how did you….how are you even here?" I asked, pulling back just enough to look at her face, still holding onto her arms.She laughed softly,"I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago, so I had to leave the orphanage. No one adopted me," she shrugged, trying to brush it off like it didn’t hurt.I squeezed her hands, unable to contain my joy at seeing her here. "But how did you find me? How did you get my address?"Clara’s smile widened. "The matron gave me Mrs. Anderson’s number. I told her I wanted to surprise you, and here I am! I even found a job close by, so... I thought I’d come to see you."Tears welled up again, but this time they were tears of happiness. "I can’t believe it, Clara. I’m so happy you're here!"
VIVIAN I couldn't breathe. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. Pregnant? My hands trembled as Dr. Lewis's words echoed in my mind. Of all the things I thought could be wrong with me…this was the last thing I expected.My chest tightened, and my vision blurred as tears welled in my eyes. My legs felt weak, unsteady, but I somehow managed to stand up, pushing the chair back with trembling hands. I needed to get out of there. I couldn’t handle it..not now. My head was spinning, the weight of this new reality crashing down on me. Pregnant.I practically stumbled out of the office, hot tears slipping down my cheeks. I didn’t care who saw me. I just needed to breathe. But each breath felt sharp, painful, as if my lungs couldn’t process the weight of what was happening.I needed to find Clara. She would know what to do, how to make sense of this chaos swirling in my head. But before I could make it down the hall, I collided with someone.Sebastian.Of all people…wh
VIVIAN The loud murmur of voices from outside my room stirred me awake.Rubbing my eyes, I strained to make sense of the conversation echoing through the walls.The voices were familiar… my foster parents. Unease gripped me as I threw off the covers, my heart suddenly racing.Why were they here so early? And why did it sound like something serious was going on?Taking a deep breath, I stepped toward the door, cracking it open slowly.Mrs. Anderson’s voice greeted me first. “Oh, you’re awake. Good morning,” she said casually, holding a cup of coffee.Standing beside her was Dr. Lewis. The second family doctor. The one who had done my pregnancy test.The moment I saw him, my breath caught in my throat. Shock rippled through me, freezing me in place. What was he doing here? And why now?Panic surged through my veins as I locked eyes with Mrs. Anderson, who looked far too calm, as if everything was perfectly normal. But nothing about this was normal.Mrs. Anderson walked toward me with
JACK I sat there in stunned silence, the weight of Sebastian’s words crashing over me.My hands gripped the arms of the chair, my knuckles turning white as I tried to wrap my head around what was happening. Marry Vivian? My mind raced, and for the first time in a long while, I couldn't keep quiet anymore.My parents had already started rising from their seats, clearly ready to leave the conversation behind, but I couldn’t let them go just yet.“Wait,” I said.They paused, turning back toward me with questioning eyes.“What is it, Jack?” my mother asked.I took a breath, trying to steady my voice. “Why did you agree to this marriage proposal? From Sebastian?” My eyes moved toward Sebastian, who stood awkwardly at the side, his eyes darting around the room, unsure where to focus.My mother’s expression hardened. “Jack, you should be happy for your sister. Instead, you’re behaving like this?”“Happy? Happy?” The words escaped before I could stop them. “You expect me to be happy when y
VIVIAN The house fell silent once the front door closed behind them. I stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath, replaying everything that had just happened. And then I remembered…Mrs. Anderson called me 'Vivian' the whole time. Well, that's progress, I thought, my lips curling into a smile.I could sense Jack’s eyes on me. I wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation, but I knew it was coming. Now that we were alone, there was no escaping it.I turned, heading for the stairs, hoping to avoid whatever was going on in his mind, but before I could reach the stairs, Jack’s voice stopped me in my tracks."Vivian,” he shouted. "What game are you playing?"I closed my eyes for a second, steadying myself, before slowly turning around. "What do you mean?"He took a few steps closer, his face filled with anger. "Why would you lie to them? Why tell our parents it was Sebastian who got you pregnant?"I crossed my arms over my chest. I knew he’d have questions, but I didn’t care. I’d made my
SEBASTIAN As I walked into the hospital, Dr. Lewis strolled beside me.My mind was spinning with everything going on, but the last thing I needed right now was his smug face.Dr. Lewis glanced at me with a smirk. “So... it’s true then? You’re the one who got Vivian pregnant?”I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to snap back. I hated the way he said it. “Yes,” I replied flatly, not bothering to hide my irritation. He chuckled, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “I have to say, Sebastian, I didn’t see that one coming. I didn’t even know you two were close, let alone... this.”I stopped walking, turning to face him, my patience wearing thin. “Why did you tell Vivian’s foster parents?” I asked, my voice barely holding back the anger boiling inside me.Dr. Lewis raised an eyebrow, his expression staying calm despite my fury. “You wouldn’t understand.”“Try me,” I growled, stepping closer, daring him to give me a real explanation.He sighed, shaking his head. “Vivian’s fost
VIVIAN Just as the panic threatened to consume me, the sound of a door creaking open ahead brought me to an abrupt halt.A security guard stepped out of a nearby office, his brows furrowed with concern."What's going on? Are you alright?" he asked, his deep voice cutting through my fear.I stumbled toward him, breathless. "Someone... someone was following me," I gasped, clutching my bag to my chest as if it could protect me. "They were right behind me. I swear I heard them."The guard's eyes narrowed as he glanced past me, scanning the hallway behind. He stepped forward, moving down the now-silent corridor.But it was empty. The echo of footsteps, the shadow that had been following me…it was all gone, as if it had never been there.He turned back to me, his expression softening. "There's no one here," he said gently, though his eyes stayed alert, still searching the dimly lit hallway. "Are you sure you saw someone?"I nodded, my heart still pounding. "I didn’t just see him…I hea
VIVIAN I followed him quietly into the room, my legs trembling as if they might give out at any moment. The sight of his bloodied hand, the wound on his head... it all pointed to something I couldn’t accept. Something I didn’t want to believe.As I entered, Jack walked straight to the dresser, not saying a word, as if nothing had happened. His movements were slow, he was exhausted but trying to hide it. I watched as he reached for the first aid box from the top drawer and began cleaning the wound on his head with shaky hands.My throat tightened as I stood there, watching him in silence for a moment before the words burst out. "Jack, how did you get that bruise?"He didn’t look at me. His focus remaining on the wound as he pressed a cloth against the bleeding spot. “It’s nothing, Viv. Just a scratch.”I took a hesitant step forward. “That’s not an answer. Where did you get hurt? You weren’t here when I got home, and now you show up bleeding from the same place I hit the intrude
VIVIAN I took a deep breath as I looked down at my daughter, Callie, standing in front of me, her big blue eyes piercing through mine….Oh she looked just like me. “Mommy, you’re beautiful,” she said with a bright smile, her little hands clutching a bouquet of flowers. “Thank you, sweetheart,” I replied, my heart swelling with love. “You’re the most beautiful flower girl in the whole world.” As I gazed at her, I couldn’t help but marvel at how much she had grown in just three years. It felt like just yesterday that I held her in my arms for the first time, and now she was here, radiant and full of joy, ready to be part of my special day. Taking her hand, I walked slowly toward the church doors. The moment I stepped inside, a hush fell over the guests, and every head turned to face us. I felt like a scene from a movie, the soft light filtering through the stained glass illuminating the path before me. My heart raced as I took it all in, overwhelmed by the love that surroun
THREE YEARS LATER The art gallery buzzed with excitement as guests admired the vibrant paintings, each piece telling a story of passion, struggle, and triumph. The space was beautifully lit, with soft music playing in the background. Clara stood at the front of the room, a warm smile on her face as she addressed the crowd.“Thank you, everyone, for being here tonight,” Clara began, her voice filled with emotion. She paused for a moment, taking in the sight of the people who had come to support her. “This gallery has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember, and seeing it come to life tonight is nothing short of surreal.”The audience clapped politely, and Clara took a breath, glancing at the art behind her before continuing. “I’ve always believed that art is a reflection of our journey….the ups, the downs, the moments that define who we are. And tonight, I’m honored to share that journey with all of you.”As the applause quieted down, Clara’s expression softened, and h
VIVIANWe barely had time to close the door before Jack's hands were all over me. His lips crashed against mine, hungry, desperate, as he backed me up against the wall, his body pressing firmly into mine. My heart raced, matching the rhythm of his rapid, heated kisses. He pulled my coat off, tossing it aside with a low growl as his fingers traced over my skin, igniting every inch of me.“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he murmured against my lips, his hands slipping down to the tip of my dress, ready to pull it up.But just as the heat was building between us, Jack’s phone buzzed. He ignored it, not breaking the kiss, his hand already sliding up my thigh. The buzzing continued, persistent, as he groaned in frustration, finally glancing at the screen.“It’s the family lawyer,” he muttered.I stilled, pulling back just enough to catch my breath. “You should probably answer that.”Jack sighed, clearly annoyed, but nodded. He pulled out his phone, pressing the speaker button.
VIVIAN I stared down at Mr. and Mrs. Anderson, their faces pale with shock and fear, the heat from the bathroom still suffocating them as they struggled to breathe. The air felt thick, choking, but I could feel nothing but the cold satisfaction swelling inside me."Do you even know who I am?" I asked.Mrs. Anderson's tear-filled eyes darted to mine, confusion twisting her features. "Wha…What are you talking about?" she stammered.I knelt down, bringing my face closer to hers. "I'm Vivian Thompson," I said slowly, watching as the realization dawned in her eyes. "The daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Thompson. The lawyers you murdered years ago... and made it look like an accident."A gasp escaped her lips, her face draining of any remaining color. She turned to her husband, who was equally as stunned, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to process my words.“No… no, that’s not true!” Mr. Anderson croaked, his voice hoarse from the heat. “We didn’t….”“Don’t lie,” I snapped,
VIVIAN I followed Jack out of the room, my heart beating so fast as we made our way down the hallway to his parents’ bedroom. The weight of my swollen belly slowed me down, but the urgency in Jack’s stride kept me moving."Why would she be calling from inside the house?" Jack muttered under his breath, his brow furrowed in confusion.We reached the door to his parents’ room, but it was silent. Jack pushed it open, revealing an empty space. The bed was neatly made, and everything was in its place, but there was no sign of his parents.“Mom? Dad?” Jack called out, his voice echoing.No answer.I glanced around, a sense of unease crawling up my spine. "Jack… where are they?"Just as Jack was about to speak, we heard a faint voice coming from behind the bathroom door. His mother's voice, weak and strained. “Jack… we’re in here. Help us…”Jack’s eyes darted to me, his expression filled with worry. We moved closer to the bathroom door, and Jack knocked softly. “Mom? What happened? Why
SEBASTIAN I sat on the edge of the couch, my leg bouncing as I kept glancing at the clock. Two minutes late. Not that I was counting…okay, I was, but only because I couldn’t wait to see her. This was, what, our tenth time meeting? And yet, the butterflies in my stomach still showed up every single time.I leaned back, rubbing my palms together. Tonight was the night. I was finally going to ask Clara out….make this official. Vivian had been the one to introduce us, though she still swore it wasn’t a setup. I knew better, though, and I wasn’t complaining. Not one bit.Just then, I heard the door click open. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face as I turned toward the sound. I’d given her a key a few days ago, so now she had free access to my place. Too soon? Maybe, but it just felt... right.As she stepped inside, looking as perfect as always, I tried to play it cool, but my grin betrayed me. "Two minutes late," I said, crossing my arms in
VIVIAN As soon as the door to the room clicked shut, I let out a long breath, sinking onto the bed, my swollen belly feeling like it weighed me down more than usual. Jack leaned against the door, his face cracking into a wide grin."Well, that was something," he whispered, his voice low as he walked over to me.I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension we had carried all day finally dissolving in the privacy of our room. "Tell me about it," I replied, shaking my head. "I didn’t know you were such a good actor, pulling out that blood-soaked handkerchief like you were actually dying."Jack smirked, sitting down beside me and brushing a hair from my face. "Me? I wasn’t the one who had tears streaming down my face, convincing everyone I was terrified for my life. You nearly had me convinced."I laughed harder this time, placing a hand on my stomach, feeling the baby shift inside me. "I surprised myself, to be honest. I didn’t know I could turn on the waterworks like that. The trick is to
JACKI stepped out of the car and moved quickly to Vivian's side, offering my hand to help her out. Her belly had grown significantly, and she placed her hand in mine with a soft smile, her baby bump already showing at seven months. She moved slowly, careful with every step, and I held onto her protectively, steadying her as she place her feet on the floor."Easy there," I murmured, squeezing her hand gently.She sighed, resting her free hand on her swollen stomach. "Feels like I'm carrying a whole football team in here."I chuckled, trying to ease the tension I knew we both felt as we stood outside the my parents house. The maids rushed over to take our luggage, bowing respectfully. We nodded at them, though our minds were elsewhere."Welcome back, Master Jack," one of the maids greeted.I barely acknowledged her, my thoughts too focused on what was waiting inside. Vivian and I exchanged a glance, the same unspoken understanding passing between us. We had known this day was comi
Mrs Anderson I leaned back in the armchair, my hands trembling as I reached for the glass of water on the side table. My body ached in ways it never had before, my chest tight, my energy depleted. It was as if my very life was draining away, piece by piece.It had been months since I started feeling this way…months of unexplained fatigue, dizziness, and sharp pains that came out of nowhere. I had tried to convince myself it was nothing, just a sign of aging, but deep down, I knew something was wrong. Something far worse.Business wasn’t going well either. Of all the wealth and assets we had carefully built, only the original four companies remained profitable. Everything else... it was falling apart. Investors pulling out, partners abandoning us, deals crumbling before our eyes.My husband was faring no better. He had become irritable, plagued by constant headaches and chest pains, but like me, he tried to dismiss it, burying himself in what was left of our failing empire. We h