I arrived at the station in thirty minutes, my mind racing and my heart pounding. I didn’t even consider heading home first to freshen up; meeting Laura was my top priority, and nothing else mattered before that.I parked my car in the driveway, slamming the door behind me as I stomped out. Just then, Jamil pulled up, parking his car with a screech of tires. He jumped out and hurried over, confusion etched on his face. "What’s up with you? Did you sleep at a bar or something?""I spent the night at Laura’s, and I honestly didn’t even realize this happened until now," I replied, trying to keep my tone steady."Wait, you slept over at her house?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide. "Did you sleep with her?" I could see the shock in his expression, and honestly, I was just as surprised. I never thought I’d find myself in that kind of situation, but looking back, I wouldn’t change a thing. It was the best night I’d had in five years, and I will do anything to recreate that night. "I really don’
~ LAURA’S POVI saw him. I saw the way he looked at me, the way his eyes searched mine, sensing the fear that gripped my heart. He was trying to fight for me in a way that felt both powerful and heartbreaking. I witnessed it all, the raw emotion in his gaze. Theo was never truly meant for me, yet he stood there, ready to lift mountains just to keep me safe.I don’t think I’ve ever seen him like that before, and it made me wonder if he even read my letter. The letter was my final goodbye to him, and while I despise letting go of things, I knew it was the right thing to do. But it seemed like Theo didn’t want to lose me again. There was a determination in his expression, almost desperation, as his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. He kept insisting that I was innocent, even though deep down, I knew I wasn’t. It felt comforting to see how much he cared, how he believed I could never commit such an act. But unfortunately, I did, and now I’m left to face the
Leaving the interrogation room, I was directed to undergo a medical examination. I had no idea what it was for, but the doctor proceeded to take my urine sample, draw blood, and conduct a tuberculosis test. He asked me a few questions about my health which I had answers to. After the examination, the officer instructed me to head to the cafeteria for lunch and as I made my way there, I was met with a bustling crowd of inmates. The air was thick with an unpleasant odor, and the atmosphere was charged with an unsettling tension. It struck me just how out of place I felt, despite the fact that I was here because I had committed a crime and now had to face the consequences.As I stood in line to collect my food, I couldn't help but notice the trays of slop being served to the others. When it was finally my turn, the cafeteria lady served me a portion of food that looked unappetizing—soggy and seemed to have lost all semblance of appeal. I looked at her, my brow furrowed, and asked, "What
Looking at Theo, my heart melted as his eyes bore into mine, revealing a depth of pain that struck me to my core. I could see it clearly; Theo cared for me, and the hurt he felt for my situation was palpable. It was hard to fathom that after everything we had been through, he still held such deep concern for me. "Laura," he sighed, his voice heavy with emotion, cracking under the weight of his feelings."Theo," I called softly, trying to keep my voice steady. "How were you able to get to meet me? I thought no one was allowed to do that.""I made a few calls and pulled some strings. There was no way I could go a whole day without talking to you," he replied, his determination shining through."Okay," I replied, feeling a rush of emotions surge through me. "Anyways, how are you? How are you feeling? Please tell me what’s going on; are you okay?" He rambled, and I could sense his unease, the way his hands fidgeted slightly as he spoke."Yeah, I’m fine. How are you?" I asked, wanting to
~ FLASHBACKBeing pregnant while living with Christian was unbearable to me. I wanted nothing more but to escape him and just be with the father of my child. But it was just so hard to leave Christian without having to face so many problems. Back then, Christian was rich, he had power and he could easily take me down if I misbehave and his power only strengthened with my father’s help. Dad liked Christian so much, he was like the perfect son-in-law to him and he could easily make me do things I didn’t want to do just so Christian would be happy with me, but no matter what I did, Christian was rude, wicked, and cruel to me and I just wanted to let go of him and be with the man I wanted; Theo. I haven’t met Theo in a very long time but I was convinced that once I met him and explained everything that happened and why I did what I did, he would understand my situation. But unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned, and I found myself trapped with a man I had to call my baby daddy.I re
I told Theo everything that happened and why I never told him about Ariana, I made sure I made it clear to him leaving no room for doubts. After I finished speaking, a heavy silence enveloped us. I couldn't help but reflect on how his father had done the right thing by keeping me away from him back then. Theo was hurting deeply, and my reappearance in his life would only add to his pain. We sat there in silence for what felt like an eternity until I finally broke the stillness, saying, "I’m really sorry, Theo."He remained silent, his gaze fixed on the table as if he were lost in contemplation. After a moment, he slowly raised his head and asked, "But you could have told me about it when we met, or last night, or any night.""I know," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I was scared that you’d take Ariana away from me for good.""Well, she’s not with you right now, so what’s the difference?" he countered, frustration creeping into his tone.I sighed heavily, recognizing
~ THEO’S POVI'm still finding it hard to wrap my head around the fact that Ariana is my daughter. I just can’t believe it. From the first day I met her, I had some doubts about her, but Laura cleared everything up right away, making it crystal clear that she wasn’t my daughter. But now, after hearing my lawyer's words and talking to Laura again, it’s been confirmed that Ariana is indeed my daughter. It’s such a fluttering feeling, but honestly, I don’t know what to think or how to express it.I’m really certain that Ariana doesn’t know I’m her father, and I can’t help but worry that this whole situation is going to mess with her mind. She’s probably not going to understand what’s happening. I mean, for six years, she’s grown up with another man who has been posing as her father, and now she’s suddenly going to find out that he isn’t her real dad. The man she’s only met a couple of times is actually her father. It’s all just so confusing and overwhelming for everyone involved.Right n
My heart sank deeper with every word she spoke, like a heavy stone dropping into a bottomless pit. I couldn't believe the truth, Laura… For so long, I thought she didn’t love me, that she left because I wasn’t good enough for her. But as her mother laid it all bare, the reality hit me like a cold wave; she was only trying to protect me from the harshness of her parents.As Laura’s mother recounted everything, a wave of guilt washed over me for the way I treated Laura all this time. I shouldn’t have acted that way; I made her life a living hell at home, driven by a misguided need to hurt her. In reality, she never inflicted pain on me; she was my shield, and I should have been her protector instead of the one causing her pain.Every word that passed through my ears felt like a dagger, and my heart raced in disbelief. After all those years of thinking she left because she didn’t love me, I finally understood the truth: she loved me deeply and was trying to keep me safe. I also discovere
~ LAURA’S POV"Mommy, come over here!" Ariana's voice filled the warm, salty air, breaking through the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore. I turned to her, curious about what had sparked her excitement. "What's going on?" I asked"Look, I drew a picture of us. Me, you, and Daddy," she said proudly"Really?" I questioned, "Let me see!" I reached for the book she was holding, and as I flipped it open, I was greeted by a beautiful drawing that captured the essence of our little family—Theo, me, and Ariana, all smiling and holding hands. "Wow, that's so beautiful!" I exclaimed, genuinely impressed. I felt a mix of emotions bubbling inside me, and I desperately wanted to ask her what made her call Theo "Daddy," but I decided to let it be for now. Honestly, I had been hoping she would say that because I knew it would mean the world to Theo.Ariana had only recently learned that Theo was her father, and although she had felt a bit strange about it at first, I was relieved to see her b
~ THEO’S POVLife is indeed like a firework. It’s amazing to look at, it’s scary at first but in the end, it’s a beautiful sight. My life is like that and I’m beyond grateful for that because the bad days were shaped through the good ones and now I’m in a position where I don’t want to change anything about my life.For the past five years, I’ve been nothing but mean, cruel, and completely disconnected from my true self. I held onto the belief that bad things happen to good people and that good things are reserved for those who act badly. I thought that being good never brought any rewards. But as I stand here in front of the mirror, my friends helping me out, I realize how wrong I was. Being a good person truly does pay off because if I was bad it wouldn’t be like this. My friends wouldn’t be here and I might have never found myself in a great place, surrounded by my best friends, and about to marry the love of my life—Laura.I still can’t believe this day has finally come. After so
There is no doubt I woke up to the most handsome man on earth, Theo. Every time I’m with him, I can’t help but feel incredibly lucky. He’s truly one of a kind, and just being with him melts my heart in ways I never thought possible.As I lay there, I smile, watching him sleep peacefully, his chest rising and falling gently. I trail my fingers through his soft hair, feeling the warmth radiate from him. He must have sensed my touch because a smile spread across his face, even in his sleep. His smile makes me smile, and the happiness he exudes fills my heart with joy. I’m just so happy to be with Theo.I leaned over and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, savoring the moment. Once again, he smiles, and I watch as he instinctively reaches for my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine. He kisses my hand softly, and I feel a flutter in my chest. He murmurs something, but I can't quite hear it, so I lean in closer and ask, "What?""I said let’s sleep, I’m so tired," he replies, pulling me
His mouth moved against mine with a burning urgency, igniting a fire within me. He gently laid me back on the bed, his body hovering over mine as he broke the kiss, his breath warm against my skin. With a delicate yet deliberate motion, he unbuttoned my shirt and took off my bra, and the moment I was exposed, his mouth eagerly found my breast. A soft moan slipped from my lips, the sensation electrifying as he lavished attention on me, sucking and teasing my nips with his tongue, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. A tingling sensation ran through my body as Andre felt gently cup my face as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against mine with a gentle urgency. The bristles of his beard scratched against my soft cheeks and I gripped his head firmly, as if trying to keep him from escaping. He worked his mouth against mine, our tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.Theo then broke the kiss and began to trail his kisses down to my
Ariana, Theo, and I had a lot of fun today. I’ve never seen her this happy and comfortable before, as if she knows Theo is her father. The way she seems to be getting comfortable with him really melts my heart and I can’t help but feel very happy.After having dinner, I took her to bed while Theo headed upstairs to get some work done. He’s been catching up on so much work recently and I can understand why, having to run a big company like his is a lot to handle. Preparing Ariana for bed, I made her brush her teeth and change into a comfy outfit before I tugged her into the bed. I was about to wish her goodnight when she said, "Mommy, can you tell me a bedtime story?""Maybe next time, baby, I don’t have any storybook with me right now," I said."Ohh, ok," she sighed. I didn’t want her to be sad, so I said, "But I could think of a story to tell you.""Really?" She grinned, and I nodded. Taking a moment before I continued, "Once upon a time, there was a little princess called Ariana."
~ LAURA’S POVIt feels surreal how life can take such a sudden turn after being so tough. I never thought I’d get another chance with Theo, especially after everything we’ve been through. Just a month ago, I was stuck in my head, thinking about what jail would be like for me, and now I’m living in this beautiful mansion I never want to leave, surrounded by the love of my life and nothing but peace and happiness. I can hardly believe this is real. Each morning, I wake up wrapped in love with the only man I’ve ever truly wanted, and it just feels so right. It’s like a dream come true.It’s been just a few days since the case was dropped and I moved in with Theo, but honestly, it’s been the best days of my life. He’s been incredibly nice, loving, and sweet to me, just like I remember. He’s still that same silly old Theo, always making me laugh and ensuring I’m comfortable and happy. Now that I’m settled in with him, we’re planning to bring Ariana back into our lives. She’s our only dau
Her tongue intertwined with mine as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her even closer to my body, feeling the warmth radiating between us. I was happy and from the way she was kissing me, I could tell that she was too… happy and feeling the same passion as me. While I was savoring the kiss, I was lost in the moment until I suddenly felt something wet on my cheeks. It took a moment to register that it was tears—Laura was crying.I pulled away from the kiss, my brow furrowing in confusion as I searched her face. "What’s wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.She opened her mouth to speak, but before any words could form, she burst into tears, collapsing to the ground. My heart sank as I watched her shudder with each sob. I knelt beside her, my hands hovering helplessly, asking, "Laura, what’s going on? Why are you crying?"Still, she couldn’t respond, her cries echoing in the silence. I repeated my question, but all she could do was whimper, more tears s
Taking a break feels like a part of me is being locked away, waiting indefinitely for some kind of resolution. I've been pacing around the driveway, my heart racing as I wait for my lawyer to arrive so we can finally have a conversation. I’ve also tried to speak with Laura before the court case resumes but the authorities didn’t let me, they claimed that I have to wait till the court case is settled before I can have a word with Laura. I don’t understand why though but since that’s the case, I just had to go with it. Right now, I’m just hoping that Laura is okay and everything is fine about her, though the look on her face tells a different story. I can tell that she’s anxious, restless, and stressed and honestly, I’m all those things too, everything just feels draining to me right now, making it a lot harder for me to concentrate or even think of the way further.My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, fixating on why the judge needed a break. It seems so simple—she could have made a de
The lawyer started to present the argument, and I sat back, intently watching him as he laid out the details of the case. Just as he began to make a compelling point, the victim’s lawyer interjected with a sharp objection. The judge, maintaining control of the proceedings, gave him permission to discuss his concerns. He quickly shifted the focus to the accident, and the victim’s lawyer requested that Christian be allowed to come and testify.As if on cue, Christian strutted up to the witness stand, a smug grin on his face that made my blood boil. He seemed to thrive on the drama of the courtroom, his swagger radiating an air of arrogance. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the room on him, and it only fueled my frustration. Christian took his seat, adjusting his collar as if he were preparing for a performance rather than a testimony. Honestly, I don’t even know why he’s here, he is a total piece of crab and the way he acts is just so absurd, he really shouldn’t be here, I mean what