TIMOTHY POV Timothy stood in the dimly lit funeral home, his head still pounding from a hangover. He had never imagined himself in this place, discussing the final arrangements for someone so dear to him. His mother was gone, leaving behind an ache that seemed insurmountable. The funeral directo
The accusation hung in the air like a thundercloud, and the room fell into a tense silence. Timothy was taken aback, more so that she had the nerve to address that here. "What? No, Stella, of course not," he replied. "Why on earth would you think that?" Stella's anger only intensified as she shot
The morning sun was rising lazily over the city as I jolted awake to the incessant buzzing of my phone. Groggily, I reached for it on the bedside table, my bleary eyes squinting at the caller ID. It read "Scarlett." My heart leaped as I answered the call. "Evie, is that you?" Scarlett's voice soun
“I heard about his mother's passing,” Scarlett continued. “It was so awful to hear. How's he holding up?" I sighed, my heart aching for Timothy and his recent loss. "I honestly don't know, Scarlett. He hasn't been around much these past few days. I assume he's dealing with funeral arrangements and
The morning sun barely pierced the curtains, casting a gentle, diffused light across the room. I stood in front of my closet, the smell of my vintage dresses still lingering in the air. The funeral of Timothy's mother was only a few hours away, and I needed to find an outfit suitable for the occasio
TIMOTHY POV Timothy's heart raced as he sat in the sterile waiting room of the paternity testing center, flanked by Andy on one side and Stella on the other. He could hardly believe that it had come to this—having a paternity test to determine if he was the father of Stella's child. The tension in
I watched raindrops trickle down the windowpane as I put the finishing touches on my black dress. I had switched from outfit to outfit, hoping that the next one would look more presentable than the last. Aria had been sitting on the edge of my bed, silently observing my preparations. "So you’re re
The drive took us away from the suburban streets and into the sprawling countryside. The road stretched endlessly before us, and my eyes kept flickering to Timothy to see his expression. Every time I’d ask where he was taking us, my questions would be met with evasive answers and a growing sense of
"Plenty of space here,” he started. “I figured…we could easily convert this into a nursery someday." My heart skipped a beat at his words, the mere suggestion sending a wave of emotions crashing over me. A nursery—our nursery. The thought of starting a family with Timothy filled me with a sense of
As Timothy led me through the threshold, his hands cupping my eyes gently, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. This was it—the moment we had been waiting for. Our new beginning, our haven. Duke trotted alongside us, his tail wagging in anticipation. I could sense the air th
The flight back home felt like a whirlwind, the memories of our honeymoon paradise fading into the background as the reality of returning to our everyday lives set in. But as the plane touched down and we made our way through the bustling airport, a knot of anxiety tightened in my chest at the thoug
"Welcome, welcome!" she exclaimed, her voice as sweet as honey. "Would you like to try some of our local fruits?" We nodded eagerly, and she began slicing pieces of fruit with practiced ease, offering them to us on skewers. I reached for a slice of mango, its flesh ripe and juicy beneath my finger
As the plane descended toward the island, my heart fluttered with excitement. The anticipation bubbled within me as the tropical paradise came into view, its crystal-clear waters shimmering like liquid sapphires beneath the golden sun. We stepped off the plane into paradise, the air heavy with the
When it finally came time to, he entered me, and my teeth clenched as I stretched around his erection. I gasped as he began to move inside me, each thrust slow and deep. The pleasure intensified until at last I was teetering on the edge of oblivion. I clung to him desperately, my nails digging into
As the festivities of our wedding night drew to a close, Timothy and I found ourselves heading up to the honeymoon suite, drunk on love and excitement. The air crackled with anticipation as we stumbled through the door, our laughter echoing off the walls. The soft glow of candlelight cast ethereal
The lights dimmed and the room fell silent. On the large screen at the front of the room, images of Timothy and his mother, Lydia, began to flash by, accompanied by gentle music that tugged at the heartstrings. I watched as Timothy's tearful gaze locked onto the screen, his eyes filled with a mixt
As I stood at the altar, my heart pounding with nervous anticipation, I could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on me like a heavy cloak. But as Timothy approached, his eyes shining with love and adoration, the world around me seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of us in its wake. W