Adrian's POV Joyce sounded strange. Was that worry I saw in her eyes or apprehension I sensed in her voice? Well, I didn't want to give it much thought, so I brushed it aside as just a my imagination. I mean, why would she?I decided to send a text to Ruiz before leaving to be doubly sure results were ready. Me: Is the paternity test result out? Ruiz: Yes, it came out this morning. You can come for it anytime from now. Reading the text, I felt a wave of satisfaction and slipped my phone into my pocket. I stood up and walked towards the exit. "I'm leaving, Miss Sanchez," I notified her.Joyce raised her head, and for a split second, our eyes locked. "Alright, sir. Drive safely," she replied, still steadily holding my gaze. Not even a blink from her but I couldn't help that sense of familiarity that washed over me for the umpteenth time. I quickly turned away. It was frustrating that I couldn't figure out the reason why I had such feelings whenever I tried to study her. I walked
Adrian's POV"Huh... No, mum. I don't recall," I said, feigning ignorance with the intention of paying her back in her own coin. "You never mentioned about them.""Oh?" she laughed nervously. "It must have escaped my mind."Her eyes gave me the you-will-pay-for-this glare, but I couldn't care less."It's nice to meet you, Adrian," a soft voice said, and I shifted my gaze to the supposed lady studying in Mexico.I simply nodded and reverted my gaze to my mom, who wasn't pleased with my response, nor was her so-called friend, Mrs. Sanz.My mom exchanged glances with her friend before looking at me."You know,I was actually surprised when Paula told me she doesn't have a boyfriend," she said."Oh, is that so?" I asked, trying to hide the sarcasm in my tone.My mom nodded affirmatively. "Yes, son. You know how rare it is to find a lady who doesn't have a boyfriend or a backer.""You're right." I nodded in agreement.The two friends exchanged glances again for the second time, and Paula see
Joyce's POV "We're home, darling," I declared when I stepped into my house with Rafael in my arms. Rafael didn't respond just as I wanted, which got me thinking. What was he upset about again? "My baby, did something happen today? Talk to me," I asked in a low voice, a mix of concern and apprehension surging through my body. He pouted and looked away, refusing to answer. "Rafael, I'm exhausted right now, so please don't stress me further. Tell me what's bothering you, " I asked, failing to curb my frustration. His face gradually morphed into a frown as he wriggled around, making it uncomfortable for me to cradle him. "Put me down," he demanded with a tiny scream. "Really? Is that what you want?" I asked but got no response. With a deep breath, I placed him on the couch and gave him one last look. The little brat was acting like I wasn't there anymore. "It seems we now have two grown-ups in the house," I laughed nervously. He sometimes acted like an adult, which made me wonder
Adrian's POVI wrapped my hands around her, holding her close as she sobbed. Her tears soaked through my shirt, warming my chest. Each sob sent waves of guilt over me and clutched my heart like a hangman's noose. What have I done? ¡No me lo puedo creer!"You don't have to go through the pain alone anymore. Let's face it together," I whispered, stroking her hair.It seemed my attempt to comfort her failed. Her wails increased, her fist clenched against my chest, as her fingers dug into my skin. As she wept, her body gradually relaxed into mine, making me feel her trust and vulnerability.The familiarity I had always felt from her presence was apparent now. Incidents from the night had awakened from the depth of my memories.I could finally recall everything that happened that night, from the casino to the hotel room.It made me wonder why I had forgotten in the first place.Was it because I had the habit of intentionally erasing the memory of every one-night stand I had? I made it a poi
Joyce's POVIt shocked me when I heard myself pouring my heart to him, telling him the entire truth. It was the first time in two years I had revealed something this personal about myself, maybe because I felt close to him or because I felt he was quite different. It was a relief. I felt like a heavy burden had been lifted off.Opening up old wounds made me recall my blissful moments with Natalia before I met Gabriel. I knew how wayward she was, but I loved her regardless. I knew very much about her reputation for being an unrepentant heartbreaker, but I had never expected that she would do the same to me.When I met Gabriel, Natalia seemed happy for me. Though, as time flew by, we grew apart. If only we were still communicating effectively like the times before I met Gabriel, maybe I would have sensed something between the two of them. The pain was long gone, but I wasn't going to trust anyone that easily ever again.Shifting my gaze to Adrian, I couldn't help but wonder about his re
Adrian's POVThe shocking discovery made within the last few hours and the clarification that followed kept me thinking about it over and over again. I had a two-year-old child I never knew about.Walking into the penthouse, I saw my mother pacing back and forth, her face etched with worry. She must have heard my footsteps because she instantly stopped, snapping her head in my direction, her eyes washed with relief and tension."Where have you been, Adrian? I've been worried sick" She exclaimed, rushing to me and cupping my face.I couldn't tell her the truth. Only God knew how much lashing Joyce and I would get when she found out our child."I had an emergency meeting to attend," I lied with a straight face, trying my best to avoid having eye contact with her."An emergency meeting?" she questioned, her brows furrowed in suspicion. "I thought you had a personal assistant who could attend meetings like that on your behalf.""Yes, mom, but this one required my presence," I insisted. "Be
Elizabeth's POV "Jimena, come clear the table. I'm done," I called, standing up from the dining table and hoping she had heard me. Jimena rushed out of the kitchen and bowed. "I'm sorry, Miss. Goméz. I was_" "It's Miss. Rodriguez to you now," I corrected, cutting her off. "I'm sorry, Miss Go... I mean, Miss. Rodriguez," Jimena apologized. "I'll clear the table. Do you need anything?" "Good, because I'm leaving right now," I revealed, dropping a wad of Pesos on the table. "Get more groceries. I'm sure we'll be needing them." "Yes, madam. I was going to ask," Jimena replied, smiling. I watched her carefully do her job for a minute before walking towards the stairs. I hopped on the stairs and got to my room, pushing the door gently. I had paid a brief visit to my lawyer immediately after I visited the prison. Javier was skeptical about it, but it wasn't his business. He didn't even try to stop me, which filled me with a quiet sense of satisfaction. Changing my name was just the f
Joyce's POVI stood before the impressive Santoria Industries building, owned by the man who had captured my undivided attention for the first time in two years.The innocent Rafael cradled in my arms was seemingly oblivious to everything but the beauty of the world around him, his eyes darting curiously around. As agreed, I was taking him to Adrian today. He already had his face cap on to get to the office without anyone noticing who he really was.I walked briskly into the building, my lips curved into a nervous smile."Good morning," I hurriedly greeted the receptionist barely topping to wait for a response as I headed straight to Adrian's office.I rushed into Adrian's private elevator and sighed in relief. For the first time, I felt the benefits of having a separate elevator from others and being among the few privileged to use it.I arrived at the top floor, and the smile on my lips immediately vanished.Standing there was Daniel, deep in conversation on his phone. His expression