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
“I think I captured you instead,” he said in a whisper, his breath fanning across my parted lips. His hands began to trace the curves of my body, igniting a burning desire within me. The feel of his skin against mine only heightened the intensity as his muscles flexed beneath my fingers. He leaned