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
I lacked the urge to get out of bed that Monday morning, still exhausted from Timothy and I’s trip to the beach. I had been restless the whole night because of it. Something was different. I could feel it in the air. My phone buzzed, and the notification read: "Meeting in 40 minutes – Scarlett."
I sighed and weighed my options. The sisters were at a crossroads. "Very well, Stella, but Scarlett is willing to make amends. We can find a way to rebuild what's been broken. It won't be easy, but it might be worth it." Stella's lawyer chimed in, "I think a mediated settlement could be the best c
The next day, I found myself sitting quietly on the couch, waiting for the time to arrive. He said it would be at noon, though that seemed too far away. Rolling over, I reached for the remote control on the nightstand and turned on the television. The news was already on, though they were discussi