"So you're going to leave me because of that? I didn't sleep with her god damnit." He angrily said. "I don't know why I find it hard to believe. I thought I had forgiven you or at least I thought I could but it seems like I'm wrong. In as much as I've started feeling, I can't let myself be consumed. I loved you once, we both saw how that turned out. Maybe I've used up all my love for you. I thought I could forgive you or at least try, it turns out that I can't. I still hold a lot against you Travis. Your words, they scarred me for life, I haven't forgotten and very much haven't forgiven and I don't think anything can work out between us so I'm not going to try. I'm done with this." I said taking off the ring placing it on the table. "Don't do this Ayanna, don't make a decision based on your anger." He said standing up towering over me. "That's not what I'm doing Travis. I'm doing what's best for me and besides I don't have the heart to forgive it, I love you, you broke it Trav
I was kind of ashamed to go back to my family, I could very much have gone to a hotel or something but I didn't, I needed them. I rang the doorbell and my mom opened it. "Ayanna,, Irene." She exclaimed surprised to see us. "mom who's at the door?" Andrew asked "Andy," I said hugging him. We did a family hug and I smiled. I missed my family. "You came on your own, what about Travis or should I say Ethan?" Andy asked noticing his absence. Throughout the ride here I had thought of what to say if they asked. I wanted to tell them the complete truth but I still felt obliged to keep the contract a secret. "He's at work or home," I answered. "You didn't come with any luggage, are you going back soon?" Mom asked. "No. I'd be staying here for a while," I answered ashamed "What did he do? Don't tell me he sent you out" Andy angrily said. "No, no, no. He didn't." I tried clarifying. "You left him?" Mom shouted. "It seems like we'd have to sit down and talk," Andy suggeste
Tiny butterflies were swirling around in my stomach. "Ok. Goodnight Sinclair" "Night Davies." Him calling me Davies really sunk deep. I was Davies now since I had terminated the contract. I facepalmed myself as soon as the call ended. I've been waiting for him to call and when he finally did I ruined it. I didn't sound enthusiastic because I didn't want him to think I had forgiven him and I wasn't even mad at him any longer. I really should start expressing my feelings towards him. All my thoughts were on him as I fell asleep. "Stop it, mummy," Irene said giggling as I tickled her. "Chocolate's better than strawberry. Admit it." I said tickling her more. "Nooo." She stressed laughing. It was yet another day and we were playing in the sitting room. The doorbell rang and Irene rushed to open it with me running behind. "Daddy." She squealed when she saw the person on the other hand jumping into his arms. I was shocked to see him I wasn't going to lie and excited too. "P
It's been two days since we got back and things with us have been okay. I'm trying not to let anything get in the way of our love this time. I want to work on my trust for him, I know that's something that isn't stable and then to let go of every pending anger and hatred. I'm trying to forget but sometimes that evil part of my conscience would remind me of all the things he did. We were still both overwhelmed with guilt we still needed to work on forgiving ourselves first. Sometimes I imagine how it would have been if we hadn't broken up if he knew and followed up with the pregnancy if we raised Irene together if he was there from the beginning and I know he thinks the same too and it makes me feel so sad and guilty because I know how much he wanted to be there for his child every step of the way. "What are you thinking of this time?" He started by kissing my neck, kissing me out of my reverie. "How things would have been if we had started differently," I answered and he sighed.
"I would get you your phone back." He said walking away. That's it? That's what he had to say? I don't even care about the phone right now, I wanted us to talk about the next step. For him to at least reassure me that everything will be fine but he just walked away. I sighed heavily before following him. I was deeply hurt and angry at him, Elijah, everything. I went back to the room to find Irene sleeping and Travis typing something furiously on his phone. I walked past him and went to the bathroom. I don't know if it was normal for me to always find solace in the bathroom. Just as I was about to enter the tub Travis walked in. Great, I forgot to lock the door. "Aya" He called out walking close to me. I couldn't even answer him because I was too hurt to speak. "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier." He hugged me and I tried wiggling from his grip. "I shouldn't have shouted at you like that, I was mad at it. I'm sorry." "I'd like to be alone now Travis."I angrily said an
Travis turned on the TV and when it came on, our faces were displayed on it. He did it and I was extremely shocked. The presenter was saying something. "A reliable source just revealed that Travis Sinclair's marriage to Ayanna Davies is a complete sham and the little girl always spotted with them happens to be their daughter. He had only gotten married to her just to get access to the company given to him by his deceased father. So what is their marriage based on? Love as they claim or money as presented it to be? It also reveals that the marriage is based on a contract in which Ayanna gets paid to get married to him. Could this be a harmless rumour or is there some truth in it? We are yet to hear anything from anyone of them but we surely hope that someone comes out to clear the confusion." Pictures of us were displayed alongside Irene before it was replaced by the next gossip issue and Travis switched off the TV. "What are we going to do?" I asked Travis worried. "Mommy, wha
I was so nervous, we were appearing on jolie Bennett show again to confirm the claims. Travis said it was what was best to do. I don't have a problem with confirming it, he could have posted it on social media or better still leave it all to die down until much bigger news comes up but he said we had to do it for Irene. Irene being inquisitive has been asking us about some of the things she heard from his mom. She has been asking if we loved each other when we got married and if our marriage was fake. I'm sure she knows it is since she remembered how we were when she first came so we had to explain our relationship and marriage to her, it was hard for her to understand at first but the point is she understands that we love each other now although it wasn't so apparent in the beginning "I'm so nervous." I inhaled and exhaled. "There's no need for you to be baby, if it helps I'd do most of the talking," Travis reassured kissing my cheeks and I smiled. "You're so beautiful my lov
It was four days to Irene's birthday which is a Saturday and Travis said he wanted to take me out to dinner, so I dropped Irene at my mom's. We've still been getting threats from Elijah about him wanting to hurt Irene. I quit my job with Travis so I could watch her properly since I couldn't trust anyone with her. We rarely went out and I was quite nervous as we were dropping her off at my mom's even though Travis has assured me that there were bodyguards around. "She's going to be fine. I have people watching the premises, nothing would happen to them okay?" He reassured her after we dropped her. She wanted to go with us and Travis explained some things to her before she reluctantly agreed. "Okay," I said. Throughout the ride, he had his hands on mine as he drove. I had no idea where we were going but I was excited. He parked and we stepped down. From where we stood to the entrance of the beach house there were petals of roses. I just stood in awe. It was amazing. To the right,
Ayanna Pov The drive home from the hospital was quiet, but the air buzzed with excitement. I sat in the backseat with our newborn daughter cradled in my arms, her tiny face relaxed in sleep. Travis drove with careful precision, glancing at us through the rearview mirror every few minutes, as though to reassure himself that we were both safe. Allison, seated beside me, exhaled deeply, her exhaustion evident. Despite everything, there was a small, satisfied smile on her lips. She had given us the greatest gift of our lives, and no words would ever be enough to express our gratitude. As we pulled into the driveway, Travis turned off the engine and faced us. “ we are home” I looked down at our baby, my heart swelling with love. “welcome home baby.” Travis got out first, opening my door before reaching for the baby carrier. He handled it with such gentleness, as if he were holding something impossibly fragile. Allison followed closely behind as we made our way inside. The mom
Ayanna POV After a few weeks, Jenny informed us about her wedding, and everyone was especially happy for her. It was a joyous moment, and we all looked forward to celebrating with her. Although Jenny insisted I help with the wedding preparations, she was clear about one thing—she didn’t want anything extravagant. She preferred a simple yet elegant ceremony. The wedding was set to take place in the garden of the main family mansion at dusk, with the reception held in the same venue. Unlike most brides who invite hundreds of guests, Jenny kept her wedding intimate. She invited only close friends and family—people she knew genuinely cared about her happiness. It was a small but meaningful celebration, and we all admired her for choosing what truly mattered over societal expectations. Finally, after all the preparations, the wedding day arrived. Jenny looked breathtaking in her wedding dress, the happiest I had ever seen her. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with heartfelt vows a
Author's POV At the clinic, Timothy was still waiting for the result of the exam he had done. Even though the doctor hadn't seen anything serious, being who he was, he preferred to be cautious and have the test done even though they weren't really necessary. When the doctor came to give him the test results, they were surprised to see Travis arrive in a hurry with Ayanna in his arms. The doctor immediately requested a mark and shouted for the operating room to be prepared, pushing the stretcher towards the surgical center. The detective followed, explaining the situation and what had happened, as well as Ayanna's pulse during the journey. along with some other useful information for the doctor. When they reached a certain point, the doctor did not allow them to continue. While the nurses continued pushing the stretcher, the doctor tried to reassure Travis, " Sir, you cannot go any further but I promise to do everything in my power and the possible to save her." " No, I don't
Ayanna Pov I woke up early and made a simple breakfast. Just as I was setting the table, Alison walked into the room. “You’re up early,” I said, glancing at her. She gave a small nod. “Figured I should leave as soon as possible.” I placed a plate in front of her. “Eat something before you go.” She hesitated for a moment, then sat down and started eating. After a few bites, she looked up. “I’ll go straight to Travis, like I promised. But I can’t tell him where this place is. I’ve already betrayed Henry once by going against his plan. I won’t do anything that might put him in more danger.” I studied her for a moment and nodded. “I understand.” And I did. But deep down, I knew it wouldn’t be long before Travis and the cops came looking for me. My necklace had a tracker, and I had no doubt they were already on their way. Alison sighed and pushed her plate away. “Well, I should get going.” I stood up as she did. “Be careful.” “You too, Ayanna.” With that, she left, and I
Ayanna Pov A memory clicked in my mind. "Wait… you’re Travis Sinclair—the adopted son of Mr. Sinclair?" Henry’s lips curled into a sinister smile. He clapped mockingly. "Wow. Good guess." So that was why Henry was angry at Travis. "But he didn't leave you in the fire on purpose. He also lost consciousness, and his face got burnt. It's not as if he was in a position to help you and refused," I tried to defend my husband. "You're so fast, Ayanna. Why don’t you hold on and let me finish my story?" "I'm sorry. Go ahead," I said, not wanting to make him angrier than he already seemed. "Thank you!" Henry said before continuing. "While I lay there unconscious for some time, I eventually woke up—still dizzy—and saw that the intensity of the fire had increased. I tried to reach out to Travis, but the fire had created a barrier between us. I couldn't get to him, so I just lay there, struggling. "Not long after, the firefighters arrived and tried to control the damage. But I w
At a certain point that night, I left the room and found Henry lying on the couch still shirtless.On a side table next to the couch, there were several lit candles. I had to admit that he was making an effort. If only he used this to do something good for someone, maybe he would have found someone who could give his life a different purpose., other than destroying Travis. I went near the glass door and looked outside , wondering if my family members had been rescued, but until that moment, there was no sign of Travis nor the cops and I just wanted to leave this place and get away from this man as soon an possible. I was pulled out of my thoughts when Henry approached with a drink in his hand and a smile on his face." Care to join me? I took the glass to avoid being rude to Henry. He was calm and I didn't want to irritate him any further, for whatever reason. I took only two sips and made an excuse saying that I was going to the kitchen to get something to eat. if I had an empty
Ayanna Pov Luckily, the phone wasn’t broken. Travis picked it up and read the message. His expression darkened with fury. He immediately showed the content to the detective, who turned to me. “What were you not supposed to tell Travis?” I repeated what I had said earlier. The detectives instructed me to send a text confirming that I had only informed him about Timothy and had said nothing about the divorce. I did as they asked. Moments later, a reply came in: Henry: I know there are cops in your house. Do you think I’m stupid? The detective urged me to stick to my original statement. I obeyed, sending another message: Me: I only told him about Timothy, nothing about your request. Henry: Are you sure? Me: Yes, I’m sure. Henry: Alright. I want you to leave the house and come to West Road Junction. Someone will pick you up and bring you to me. And remember—use a taxi. To avoid suspicion, the detective installed a tracker inside my necklace. I changed into a turtlenec
Ayanna Pov It had been three months since Henry stopped contacting me, and I decided it was time to tell Travis everything. I was nervous because I knew he would be angry. But I couldn't stay silent any longer—at this point, I had no idea what Timothy was going through. Travis was still asleep. I hesitated, unsure if I should wake him up or wait. Fortunately, he stirred and gradually sat up. "Aya, why are you still awake at this time of the night?" he asked. "Uhm... I'm just thinking." "About what? Is something wrong?" Travis asked, his voice laced with concern. I hesitated before mustering the courage to speak. "Do you remember the day I went out and told you I wanted a change of scenery?" "Yes, I remember. You didn’t take any bodyguards with you." "Well... I, um... I went to meet Henry." "What?! Why?" "He texted me and threatened to hurt Irene and Allison if I didn’t show up. I had no choice." Travis just stared at me in silence. "I didn’t know how he foun
Travis's POV I had no idea why Irene didn’t like Allison. The girl was harmless, maybe a little reserved, but there was nothing about her that should’ve made Irene act so cold. Still, I knew my daughter well—she wasn’t the type to dislike someone for no reason. I sighed, rubbing my temples as Ayanna tried to reassure Irene. “Irene, with time, you’ll get to like her, okay?” I said, keeping my voice calm. “Just come now. Let’s go eat, then you can shower and sleep. Deal?” She hesitated for a moment before finally nodding. “Yes, Daddy.” At least that was settled—for now. During dinner, I kept an eye on Allison, who was lingering by the table, unsure of where to sit. Ayanna invited her to sit beside her, but the moment Allison spoke, addressing Ayanna so casually, something in me snapped. “Why are you calling my wife by her name?” I asked, my gaze locking onto her. “Shouldn’t it be Mrs. Sinclair to you?” I knew my tone was sharp, but I didn’t care. I had no patience for un