Ivery's POV. “I'm sorry, I didn't hear you,” I said, my voice trembling. “Could you please repeat that?” “You've been transferred back to our headquarters,” he said, the words sounding so final. I felt numb, my head spinning with questions. “But why?” I asked again, still not comprehending what was happening as I struggled to process what he was saying.I couldn't believe that I was being sent back to the very place I had escaped from years ago. The headquarters was where Franco lived, and the thought of seeing him again filled me with dread. I knew that working there would be difficult, to say the least. But I also knew that I had to put on a brave face and make the best of the situation. I couldn't let my personal feelings get in the way of my career.Without thinking, the words tumbled out of my mouth. “I'm sorry, but I can't go,” I blurted out. My boss looked at me, surprise on his face. “I understand that this is a shock,” he said his tone understanding. “But I need you to
Ivery’s POV. “I love you,” he said, looking me straight in the eyes. “I've loved you since the first moment I met you. I tried to forget about it, but I couldn't. No matter how hard I try, I just can't stop loving you.” I was stunned, and my mouth went dry. I had no idea how to respond. I had never expected to hear those words from him.And then, he did something that caught me completely off guard. He leaned in and kissed me, gently at first, and then with more passion. I was too shocked to do anything but stand there, my mind racing. What was happening? Why was he doing this? I felt a mixture of emotions – confusion, fear, anger, and a little bit of disappointment. I pushed him away, my hands on his chest. “What are you doing?” I cried out, my voice shaking. He looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise. “I… I'm sorry,” he stammered, reaching for me. But I didn't want to hear it. I just wanted to get away, to escape the situation. So I ran, my heart racing, my mind in a whir
Ivery's POV. My kids came into the living room, looking a little sleepy. Their hair was tousled, and their eyes were still half-closed. They looked a bit confused like they weren't quite sure what was going on. I smiled at them, hoping to put them at ease. “Good morning, guys!” I said, my voice bright and cheerful. They mumbled a response, still trying to shake off the sleepiness. I could tell they were a bit out of sorts.“Come over here and sit next to me,” I said, patting the seat next to me. They shuffled over and sat down, leaning against me. Cassandra laid her head on my lap, looking up at me with her big, emerald eyes. Caden rested his head on my left shoulder, his brown eyes staring off into space, while Celine rested his head on my right shoulder. I wrapped my arms around them, holding them close. I took a deep breath and started to speak. “Kids, I have some news to tell you,” I said, my voice a little shaky. “It's a mix of good news and bad news. Do you want to hear t
Ivery's POV. One week later. Moving back to the country had been a fun experience, even though we hadn't moved back to our old town. It had been nice to be around family again and to see the familiar sights and sounds of our hometown. But at the same time, it had been strange to not be in the same house we had lived in before. We had created new memories in our new home, but there was still a part of me that missed the old ones.It had been a week since we moved back to the country, and I hadn't seen or heard from Franco. It was a relief, in a way. I didn't have to worry about running into him or having to face the past. But at the same time, I wondered if he was okay. He had always been a bit of a mystery to me, and I found myself curious about his life now.When I arrived in the country, I was surprised to learn that Franco owned the construction company I worked for. It was a shock, and it took me a while to process the information. I couldn't believe that the same man I had k
Ivery's POV. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts and focus on the task at hand. I couldn't dwell on the unknown, I had to take things one step at a time. So I put my head down and started to work. I focused on the paperwork in front of me, trying to let go of my worries and concerns. It wasn't easy, but I forced myself to concentrate. I knew that if I could just get through this day, I would feel a little better.I glanced at the clock on my desk and saw that I still had a few hours before lunch. I felt a sense of relief, knowing that I had some time to get my work done. I started going through the papers, signing where I needed to, and making notes on the side. I was focused and determined, trying to stay in the moment and not let my mind wander. I was starting to feel a bit more at ease.After an hour, I was done with the paperwork. I stood up from my desk and headed to the door. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever lay ahead. I opened the door and walked d
Franco's POV. The cool night air and the comfortable temperature in the room made for a perfect night's sleep. I switched off the light, the darkness enveloping the room. I closed my eyes, ready to drift off to sleep. But as I lay there, my thoughts kept me awake. I tried to clear my mind, to focus on the darkness and the silence. But it was no use. My mind was too busy, too full of thoughts and feelings.Just as I was starting to drift off, I heard the sound of someone coming into the room. I opened my eyes, only to see Diva, dancing and singing. She was humming a song, swinging her hips, and moving around the room. I closed my eyes again, trying to block out the sound and the movement. However, Diva was persistent, continuing to dance and sing as if she were oblivious to my attempts to ignore her.Diva switched on the light, and I was forced to open my eyes. She looked at me, a big smile on her face. “Is it not too early to sleep?” she said cheerfully. I grumbled in response, n
Ivery's POV. Ever since I had seen the frame of Diva as the new CEO, my mind had been racing. I couldn't stop thinking about it, the implications, the consequences. It was as if a bomb had been dropped on my life, and I was left to deal with the fallout. I had never felt so uncertain, so adrift. I felt like I was floating in a sea of uncertainty, with no way to anchor myself.The idea of Franco being in a serious relationship with Diva was like something out of a dream. It was surreal, unbelievable. I had always known Franco as a fun-loving, flirtatious man. He was always surrounded by beautiful women, but he had never seemed serious about any of them. The idea of him settling down with Diva was mind-boggling, and I couldn't wrap my head around it. It felt like my whole world had been turned upside down.I felt a pang of jealousy in my chest, an emotion I hadn't felt in a long time. I was unable to deny it, no matter how hard I tried. I had always considered myself to be a rational,
Franco's POV. The morning sun was streaming through my window, and I could hear the birds singing outside. As I tried to sit up, I realized that something was blocking me. I looked down and saw that it was Diva, her head resting on my chest. She was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I was surprised to see her there. Suddenly, the memories of the night before came flooding back to me. I remembered the feelings of hurt and betrayal that consumed me when I saw Diva. I felt the familiar feeling of disgust rising within me, and I wanted to push her away. But I also knew it would be wrong of me, and I was the one who had created this mess in the first place. I was wrestling with these conflicting emotions, unsure of what to do.I carefully and slowly moved away from Diva, making sure not to wake her. It wasn't because I was worried about disturbing her sleep, but because I didn't want to deal with the drama that I knew would ensue if she woke up. I knew that
Franco’s POV.I could feel the warmth of the morning sun on my face, and I groaned in protest, not wanting to get out of bed. But then I heard a soft chuckle, and I opened my eyes to find Ivery's face inches from mine, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Looks like someone would rather not wake up,” she teased, snuggling closer to me. I couldn't help but smile, feeling the closeness of her body against mine.“Good morning, sunshine,” I said to her, my voice still thick with sleep. She smiled at me, and I felt my heart flutter. “Good morning, my love,” she replied, and I felt a surge of joy at hearing those words. I leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss, savoring the moment.Waking up next to Ivery every morning for the past year has been a blissful experience. I never thought I could feel so much happiness, so much joy, just from being in her presence. Every day, I count my blessings for having her in my life. And every morning, I woke up grateful that she was by my side. It was like
Ivery’s POV.As I walked inside the room, I could hear voices and laughter coming from the living room. Franco was still attending to the guests, making sure everyone was comfortable and happy. I headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The sound of the running water was soothing, and I took a moment to relax, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on my skin.I looked down at the ring on my finger, still in a bit of disbelief. I was married to Franco, the man of my dreams. It still seemed too good to be true. But the ring on my finger was a constant reminder of the love we shared, a symbol of our commitment to each other. I finished my shower, feeling refreshed and ready for the night.I stepped out of the bathroom, my hair still damp and tousled. I sat down at the dressing table, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I put on a silky black nightgown that clung to my curves. I ran my hands over the smooth fabric, feeling the coolness against my skin. It was simple, yet
Ivery’s POV.One month later.I had heard so many stories about the bells ringing in the church on a wedding day, but I never thought I would get to experience it myself. I stood there, my heart racing, as the sound of the bells filled the air. It was a sound I would never forget, and it marked the beginning of a new life for me and my family. I stared at myself in the mirror, taking in the sight of the white wedding gown I was wearing. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I felt like I was in a dream. My hair was perfectly styled, and my makeup was flawless. I took a deep breath, trying to take it all in. Was this really happening? Was I really getting married? I looked at the door, waiting for the moment I would walk down the aisle.My mother, Cassy, and Owen, entered the room. "You look beautiful, my dear," my mother said, smiling at me. I blushed, grateful for her words. "It's time," Owen said, and I nodded, knowing that it was time to go. I took one last look
Ivery’s POV.There, in my hands, was the DNA test, the results undeniable. Franco was the father of my children. How had he found out? Why had he been so silent all this time? A million questions raced through my mind, but I knew I wouldn't get any answers until I confronted him. My heart was racing, and my hands were shaking. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. I had to be strong.As I tried to calm myself, I felt a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. My hands trembled, and the room suddenly felt stiflingly hot. I looked up and my eyes met Franco's. I quickly looked away, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. I had so many questions, and I knew he had answers. But I didn't know if I could face him right now, with everything I had just discovered.The silence was broken by a question from Franco. "How long did you plan on keeping this from me?" he asked, his voice low and calm. I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent. I looked at everything in the room but him
Ivery’s POV.“Ladies first,” he said with a sly smile. I nodded, taking a deep breath. I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone, my hands shaking slightly. I fumbled with the screen, unlocking it and opening the video gallery. There it was, the video of Diva in his penthouse trying to force him to sign the check. I held out the phone, my heart pounding in my chest.“Take a look,” I said, my voice trembling. He took the phone from me, a look of confusion on his face. He held it up to his eyes, staring at the screen. At first, he didn't seem to understand what he was looking at. Then, his eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly. He looked up at me, his face pale. “What is this?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper. I took a deep breath, preparing to tell him everything. As I told him everything, I watched as his face twitched with anger. His brow furrowed, his jaw clenched. “How dare she try to do this,” he said, his voice filled with rage? “I need to deal with her.” His ha
Ivery’s POV.Franco's behavior had been puzzling me for a while. He seemed to be acting differently, but I couldn't tell if I was just imagining things or if there was something actually going on. He had been spending more time with the kids, and sporadically they even slept over. Was I reading too much into it, or was there something more going on? I couldn't help but wonder if there was something I was missing, some hidden meaning that I just couldn't see.At first, I was afraid to let them sleep over. I didn't want them to accidentally spill the truth about me being their mother. But they had promised me that they wouldn't say anything, and I believed them. After all, they were mature for their age and I trusted them. Still, I couldn't help but worry about what would happen if they did accidentally reveal the truth. Would it ruin our relationship? Would everything fall apart?The truth felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. I knew that the longer I kept it
Franco’s POV.“You are the father,” the doctor said, his voice steady and matter-of-fact. I felt like the ground was falling out from under me. I quickly closed the door behind me, not wanting Ivery to overhear. “Let's go to your office,” I said, my voice trembling as I tried to keep my composure. We walked to the office, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I was about to receive the biggest news of my life.The doctor closed the door, and I blurted out the question that had been burning in my mind. “Can you run a DNA test on Ivery?” I asked, my voice trembling. I knew it sounded foolish, but I needed to be certain. I needed to know the truth, regardless of what it was.“It's obvious that Ivery is the mother,” the doctor said. I nodded, my mind whirling with thoughts and questions. “When do you think the transplant was?” I asked, trying to put the pieces together. I wanted to understand what had happened, how I could be a father without even knowing it. I had to make sense of
Franco’s POV.I stared at the report, my eyes scanning the words, but unable to make sense of it. The medical jargon was confusing and unfamiliar. I felt a sense of panic rising in my chest. “What's this?” I asked the doctor. “Your bone marrow matches with his,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. But his words did nothing to ease my anxiety. I felt overwhelmed and confused.“How’s this possible?” I asked confused.“ Because you are the father of the child,” he said.I let out a sarcastic laugh. “How can I be the father of the child?” I asked incredulously. “Does this doctor understand how biology works?” My voice was tinged with anger and disbelief. It was impossible, I was sure of it. But the doctor looked at me calmly, and said, “I understand your skepticism, but there is no doubt that you are the father of this child. Your DNA matches perfectly.” I felt my world spinning, my mind reeling. How could this be?“Ivery told me that she wasn't the mother of the kids,” I said, my
Franco’s POV.I scooped Caden up in my arms, his body limp and heavy. Ivey's mom followed me outside, her face pale and her eyes red with tears. I laid Caden gently in the back seat, careful not to jostle him too much. His grandma climbed in after him, cradling him in her arms and whispering comforting words in his ear. I got into the driver's seat, my hands shaking as I gripped the steering wheel. I turned the key in the ignition, and we sped off, the sound of sirens echoing in the distance.The drive to the hospital seemed to take forever, even though we made it there in record time. When we arrived, the nurses rushed out to meet us, taking Caden from our arms and whisking him away to the emergency room. We were left standing there, the silence deafening. Ivey's mom and I paced back and forth, our hearts pounding in our chests, our minds racing with worry. We waited and waited, but it felt like time was standing still.As I paced the hospital floor, I couldn't help but think of Iv