“Roseanne De Luca...” Jacob whispered the name as if it were a curse.Anne nodded, a solemn look on her face. “Yes.”His voice shook. “The woman…”“It was me,” Anne confirmed. “I adopted that identity.”He was talking about the woman Nicholas had been for the last one year. He did not like her. Infact, he hated that woman because she was taking his daughter’s place. His hate for that woman knew no boundaries. However, now…Jacob’s voice broke, his words barely making it past his lips. “You gave me...”It was his daughter who gave him a part of her liver. Ever since he had the transplant, he was unable to keep calm. He hated Nicholas and that woman who he didn’t know was his daughter at that point. He spoke so cruelly to her that day in the hospital. He did not know that it was his daughter. Anne nodded again. “Yes, it was me. You were so sick, I had to help you.”His confusion deepened as he asked, “When you returned to Nicholas, why didn’t you come to me?”Anne’s expression harden
After a few minutes, Jacob took a deep breath, began to compose himself. His tear-filled eyes shifted to her growing belly, and something seemed to click in his mind. "You look... pregnant," he said hesitantly.Anne smiled warmly. "Yes, I’m six months pregnant."Jacob’s expression softened. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Congratulations."Her smile widened which was lighting up her face. "We are having twins."Jacob's eyes widened in surprise. "Twins? That’s amazing. I’m very happy for you."Truly, he was very happy right now. He never expected to see his daughter again. Not only was she alive and well, she was going to give birth to his grandchildren. How could he not be happy about this? Anne’s heart warmed as she saw the genuine joy in his face. She was happy that he felt good about becoming a grandfather. "Are you and Nicholas back together?" Jacob asked carefully. He did not know what to feel about Nicholas now. He didn’t kill Anne, his daughter made it clea
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Anne and Nicholas sat in the car after the visit. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken thoughts. She had been silent for most of the drive as her mind was elsewhere. Nicholas glanced at her, sensing her emotional exhaustion. He understood what she would be going through after the meeting with her father. He wanted to lift her spirits even if just a little but he ended up getting failed.“Shall I stop by the café? Would you like to say hello to your employees?” he asked gently, hoping the suggestion might brighten her mood. Usually, a visit to the café brought her some joy. She liked going to her cafe and watching it bustle with people, loving everything about her cafe. She shook her head as her voice soft. “I just want to go home.”Nicholas nodded in understanding. He didn’t push further. Actually, he understood her. After a while, the car came to a stop and Anne looked at him, quite confused. Nicholas smiled slightly and gestured for her to wait for him. The driver knocked on
Trying to distract her, he asked, "What’s this show?"Anne looked at him, surprised. "You’ve never watched Friends?"He shook his head.With a small grin, she explained, "It is a classic. This show was shot in New York in the '90s and early 2000s. It is one of my comfort shows."As they continued watching together, Nicholas pointed at the screen and asked, "What’s wrong with this girl?""Which one?" Anne asked, confused."The tall blonde one," Nicholas clarified, furrowing his brows.Anne laughed. "Phoebe? She’s the quirkiest of them all!"Nicholas, still frowning, said, "Lord, she says the most random things."Anne giggled, "That’s her specialty."Out of nowhere, Nicholas remarked, "Anne, you are like this brunette."Anne looked at him, raising her eyebrows. "Who, Monica?"He nodded.She protested, "No, I’m not!"Nicholas gave her a teasing look. "You totally are. You are a perfectionist and you care for everyone like she does."Anne rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “You a
Anne Rose entered the tall building of Hart Enterprises. She recalled the last time when she came here to see her husband. Never. She had never entered the threshold of this building. "I'm here to meet Mr Hart, "Anne Rose said to the receptionist. Although she had never been to his office, the reception instantly recognised Mrs Hart. "I will inform the CEO that you are here to meet him," The receptionist said with a polite smile. "Don't ring him," Anne said with a smile. "I'm here to surprise him." "Alright, Mrs Hart, " the receptionist answered. Anne walked to Nicholas' office with a lot of thoughts in her mind. She was thinking about how he would react seeing her in his office. Things between them had been cold for a year as the incident that happened one year ago changed the entire dynamics of their relationship. If she hadn't given up on him then, things wouldn't have gotten bad with them. Clutching her purse tightly in her hand, she imagined how he was going to react to the
The following morning Anne Rose was lying on the bed naked next to her husband who was sleeping peacefully. Her pale skin was covered with hickey marks. She remembered the fervor of the lovemaking– no– sex that she had done with her husband. He had never shown his animalistic instincts until this life when she proposed divorce to him. If he thought sex would repair the cracks in their shattered relationship, he had another thing coming. She decided to submit the signed divorce papers in the court and then meet her father in the jail. Her entire world was wrecked when she married Nicholas. She married him with great dreams in her eyes. But a day after their marriage, her father was arrested for having involvement with the mafia. She begged Nicholas to let her meet her father but he refused saying that his wife could never have connections with a man having been arrested for such charges.Since she was divorcing her husband, there was no reason for her to stop visiting her father. Th
It was the day when Anne Rose Swift Hart was killed and Roseanne Deluca was born. Time flew instantly and memories were slowly fading. Yet, there were times when she would wake up with tremors and nightmares. Five years were not enough to forget the twenty five years that she had lived as Anne Rose. "Rosie, the customer on table five is creating a ruckus. She is saying that she asked for an extra extra hot coffee but we served it extra extra cold. It's been thirty minutes since we served her coffee while she was busy on her phone, " Maria, the barista said to her. "She is disturbing other customers too. A few even left seeing a commotion inside. It's still morning and she is affecting our business." "Let me handle it, "Rosanne said, looking at the said lady scolding the other barista. "Bring your manager. I want to meet her. What kind of services this place has!" At the same time, the lady's phone rang. "Jackson, I told you to not call me. Can't you understand what I want…." The