Justin's POV"What do you mean by that?" I inquired, casting a skeptical glance at Samantha.She approached my desk, placing an iPad on the surface. I eyed her suspiciously before picking up the iPad.True to her words, there was a video of Bella on live TV. I was taken aback. What was she doing there? She had mentioned feeling unwell that morning, causing me to arrive at work late, yet there she was on TV, looking nothing like she had described earlier.The presenter was asking her questions, but I couldn't hear clearly as the iPad's volume was low. I quickly connected my AirPods to the iPad to listen to what she was saying."Oh, that's all false. My husband and I are stronger than ever. All the divorce rumors are just tabloid trash," Bella claimed. "Did I mention that we also have plans to renew our wedding vows?"We do?"Really?" The presenter seemed surprised by the news. Well, that made two of us. "That's great news, Bella. We heard rumors about Mr. Mount having a mistress. Ther
Justin’s POV“Mom!” I warned with a glare as I tried to caution her. She continued glaring at Ayva whom I’d now pulled to stand behind me, shielding her from any other impending attack from my mom. “Oh my, oh God! What is happening? My son has- oh lord! I no longer recognize the man I birthed.” She staggered, but Emily held her before she could fall. “Where is he? What happened to my son?” She cried out dramatically, attracting unnecessary attention from passersby. My jaw ticked, “Mom, this is not the time or place for this.” I gritted through my teeth. “Oh Emily what has happened to your brother? How could he be so cruel to me?” She continued, ignoring my warnings. “Stop this now or I’m going to leave.” I kept on clenching and unclenching my teeth, trying to keep the anger and irritation o felt away. “Now he’s threatening me. He’s threatening his own mother. He’s not my—” “Mom!” I barked, gaining more eyes on us. She looked stunned and so did Emily. And their shock was because
"THIS WAS NEVER PART OF THE PLAN!" Amanda's voice reverberated through the spacious apartment, her chest heaved rapidly, each breath a testament to the storm brewing within her. Her eyes blazed with intense anger as she locked her gaze on Zion.Zion, standing tall but visibly seething, hissed through gritted teeth, "The plan changed the moment you made me marry her!" His jaw clenched tightly, his fists balled up by his side as he struggled to contain his anger. The tension between them had been building for the past ten minutes, ever since Zion had stepped foot into Amanda's apartment. He had hoped to seek solace and comfort from her, but instead, he found himself engulfed in the chaos that Amanda had unleashed upon him. The air became stiffer as they stood face to face, radiating animosity and resentment. Their eyes locked in a severe battle of emotions, conveying a mix of disdain, obsession, lust, and unfulfilled desires."You promised me you would make her get an abortion!" Amanda
Ayva stormed out of the room without saying a word. Almost immediately, Zion pushed Amanda off him roughly, and she almost hit her head on the bed frame. "You stupid bitch! You called her here, didn't you?" The satisfied smirk on her lips was more than enough of an answer to his question. He tried to lunge at her, but she swiftly moved out of his grasp."I swear I'm going to get you!" He glowered, hurriedly trying to get off the bed, but his legs tangled in the sheet, and then he stumbled roughly on the floor with a thud, making him yell out profanities. His eyes scurried around the ground for his clothes as he panicked. His stomach twisted into a knot as he frantically searched for his clothes."Where the fuck did you hide my clothes?" He barked. His wife had just caught him in bed with her best friend. They might as well be sisters, seeing as Amanda’s parents had adopted Ayva since she lost her parents at twelve. The only woman he'd ever fallen in love with had caught him cheatin
In shock, Ayva coughed and tried to back away from him, her fear consuming her. "Ayva," Justin called out, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you okay? Would you like me to get you something to drink? Coffee, perhaps?""No!" Ayva's reply came out harsher and quicker than she intended. Fear gripped her, making it difficult to think clearly. She had so many questions she wanted to ask him, but the fear of the unknown held her back. What if he denies everything? What if uncovering the truth angers him? What if he's not the one?Though the cologne was distinct, Ayva knew it wasn't definitive proof. Others could wear it too. Her head spun as a whirlwind of thoughts collided within her. Nervously, she stepped into her office and locked the door behind her. With a trembling hand, she picked up the remote and pressed a button, instantly turning the glass walls of her office opaque.As Ayva sank to the floor, overwhelmed by sobs and the weight of her emotions, she instinctively hugged her leg
The walk back to her car felt like the longest one ever for Ayva. She couldn't help but feel a sense of shame as she made her way through the parking lot. The encounter with the lady had left her feeling embarrassed and hurt. How could her own husband keep such a big secret from her?As Ayva continued her walk, her mind raced with questions. Would he have ever told her about quitting his job if she hadn't visited his workplace? It was a painful thought, realizing that she may have never found out the truth if she hadn't taken matters into her own hands. It made her question the trust and communication in their relationship.The three months leading up to their trip suddenly became a mystery to Ayva. Where had he been going every morning after getting dressed? What was he hiding? The uncertainty and confusion weighed heavily on her, causing her head to ache with the weight of unanswered questions.Just as she reached the garage of her workplace, her phone rang, displaying the caller
The next morning, Ayva couldn't help but be confronted by the harsh reality staring back at her in the mirror. Her once bright and lively brown eyes were now overshadowed by the presence of dark circles. The weight of her sleepless night and the tears shed had left their mark. When Zion entered the room the night before, she had feigned sleep, not wanting to reveal the turmoil she was going through. The mere act of sharing the same space with him felt like an unconquerable challenge. Her gaze kept shifting back and forth between the small knife that lay innocently on the bedside table and Zion, who slumbered peacefully beside her. The knife had been used by him to peel an apple earlier, but in Ayva's troubled state, her mind wandered to darker possibilities. She found herself fixated on the glint of the blade, contemplating the potential it held, as her eyes lingered on his vulnerable throat."Good morning, honey." Zion greeted, his voice breaking the silence as he leaned down to pla
"Oh, Ayva, you look absolutely stunning!" Amanda exclaimed, her eyes filled with admiration as she watched Ayva undress and settle onto the cozy spa bench. The masseuses wasted no time, skillfully applying fragrant massage oils and lighting floral-scented incense, creating a serene atmosphere."Your baby bump is just the cutest thing ever! It's hard to believe you're already so far along. I can only imagine how adorable my goddaughter will be." Amanda said, her excitement tinged with a hint of envy.Ayva smiled, her mind filled with visions of her unborn daughter. "Oh, she's going to be such a little cutie, especially if she has my face and Zion's blue eyes." Ayva replied, unknowingly stirring a pool of envy within Amanda. The thought of the baby having Zion's eyes made Amanda's smile falter momentarily.Deep down, she longed for the baby to be hers."When are you due again? I can't wait to start shopping for the prettiest and most adorable baby clothes." Amanda eagerly asked, trying
Justin’s POV“Mom!” I warned with a glare as I tried to caution her. She continued glaring at Ayva whom I’d now pulled to stand behind me, shielding her from any other impending attack from my mom. “Oh my, oh God! What is happening? My son has- oh lord! I no longer recognize the man I birthed.” She staggered, but Emily held her before she could fall. “Where is he? What happened to my son?” She cried out dramatically, attracting unnecessary attention from passersby. My jaw ticked, “Mom, this is not the time or place for this.” I gritted through my teeth. “Oh Emily what has happened to your brother? How could he be so cruel to me?” She continued, ignoring my warnings. “Stop this now or I’m going to leave.” I kept on clenching and unclenching my teeth, trying to keep the anger and irritation o felt away. “Now he’s threatening me. He’s threatening his own mother. He’s not my—” “Mom!” I barked, gaining more eyes on us. She looked stunned and so did Emily. And their shock was because
Justin's POV"What do you mean by that?" I inquired, casting a skeptical glance at Samantha.She approached my desk, placing an iPad on the surface. I eyed her suspiciously before picking up the iPad.True to her words, there was a video of Bella on live TV. I was taken aback. What was she doing there? She had mentioned feeling unwell that morning, causing me to arrive at work late, yet there she was on TV, looking nothing like she had described earlier.The presenter was asking her questions, but I couldn't hear clearly as the iPad's volume was low. I quickly connected my AirPods to the iPad to listen to what she was saying."Oh, that's all false. My husband and I are stronger than ever. All the divorce rumors are just tabloid trash," Bella claimed. "Did I mention that we also have plans to renew our wedding vows?"We do?"Really?" The presenter seemed surprised by the news. Well, that made two of us. "That's great news, Bella. We heard rumors about Mr. Mount having a mistress. Ther
Ayva's POV"Ms. Wesley, Ayva, are you still here?" Martinez's voice jolted me out of what I was reading on my phone.I blinked multiple times, sat up in my chair, and nodded. "Of course, I am. What were we talking about again?" I said, placing my phone down on the desk with the screen facing down. I intertwined my fingers together as my elbow rested on the desk."I said the only way to prove his identity is false is to confirm if he's truly Allison's father," Martinez said. "But you know we can't use DNA samples acquired illegally, so he has to be aware of the DNA test.""But then he'd know what I'm onto," I said, and Martinez slowly nodded. "There has to be another way," I mumbled. Although I'd yet to scientifically confirm if Aiden was truly Zion like Justin had claimed, since that day that he said it, I'd been unable to shake off that idea from my head. As days went on, I slowly accepted that Justin might be right.It'd been two months since I decided that we needed to take a break
Ayva’s POV"Ms. Wesley, Ayva, are you still here?" Martinez's voice jolted me out of what I was reading on my phone.I blinked multiple times, sat up in my chair, and nodded. "Of course, I am. What were we talking about again?" I said, placing my phone down on the desk with the screen facing down. I intertwined my fingers together as my elbow rested on the desk."I said the only way to prove his identity is false is to confirm if he's truly Allison's father," Martinez said. "But you know we can't use DNA samples acquired illegally, so he has to be aware of the DNA test.""But then he'd know what I'm onto," I said, and Martinez slowly nodded. "There has to be another way," I mumbled. Although I'd yet to scientifically confirm if Aiden was truly Zion like Justin had claimed, since that day that he said it, I'd been unable to shake off that idea from my head. As days went on, I slowly accepted that Justin might be right.It'd been two months since I decided that we needed to take a break
Justin’s POVI felt like shit. Seeing Ayva so broken, shocked, and disappointed in me made me want to disappear. I was beyond embarrassed.And the worst part was I had no excuse, nothing I could say to fix how she felt about me now, which just made everything worse.I’ve had my suspicions about Allison for years but didn't confirm it until a month ago when Amanda called Ayva to the hospital. I half expected Ayva to catch on when she was told she was a match with Allison. It seemed fishy that neither Amanda nor Aiden was a match, but Ayva was. And when I realized she hadn't figured it out, I promised myself I'd tell her when the time was right. If only I knew that jerk would beat me to it.Ayva wiped her nose with the back of her hand. I offered her a handkerchief, but she didn't take it, choosing to wipe her tears with her sleeves instead."What else?" She sniffed. "What else are you keeping from me? It feels like there's always something you're hiding." Her words hit hard. "Tell me
Ayva’s POV“Ayva, how did you-”“Answer my question, Justin!” I snapped before taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. I shouldn’t be getting angry with him, not when he was most likely the only one who could help me find her. “I…” I sucked in a deep air into my lungs. “I just want to know Justin. I need to know where she is and— please,” I grabbed his hand, my desperation evident in my eyes. “Tell me the truth, I promise I won’t get mad.” I wasn’t exactly sure I could keep that promise but it didn’t matter at that moment. I was ready to do anything, say anything to make him tell me what I wanted to hear. He sighed, casting his gaze downwards to his desk before looking up at me again. With a heavy breath, he asked, “How did you find out? Who told you about this?” I shook my head at him in disappointment. “Seeing as you’re avoiding answering my question, that means you knew about it. How long Justin? How long have you known this? How long have you… watched me suffer in silence. W
Justin’s POV"What do you mean by that?" I inquired, casting a skeptical glance at Samantha.She approached my desk, placing an iPad on the surface. I eyed her suspiciously before picking up the iPad.True to her words, there was a video of Bella on live TV. I was taken aback. What was she doing there? She had mentioned feeling unwell that morning, causing me to arrive at work late, yet there she was on TV, looking nothing like she had described earlier.The presenter was asking her questions, but I couldn't hear clearly as the iPad's volume was low. I quickly connected my AirPods to the iPad to listen to what she was saying."Oh, that's all false. My husband and I are stronger than ever. All the divorce rumors are just tabloid trash," Bella claimed. "Did I mention that we also have plans to renew our wedding vows?"We do?"Really?" The presenter seemed surprised by the news. Well, that made two of us. "That's great news, Bella. We heard rumors about Mr. Mount having a mistress. Ther
Ayva’s POVI suddenly shot up in bed, startled by a dream that had felt more like a nightmare and had sent cold sweat down my back. My breath came in short gasps, and I was drenched in sweat as if the nightmare had seeped into my waking world.Letting out a heavy sigh, I turned my gaze to the alarm clock resting on the bedside table. It had just ticked past ten. Despite sleeping for nearly ten hours, it felt like only ten seconds had passed since I closed my eyes.I fumbled around the bed, searching for my phone, and finally unlocked it. As I scrolled through my missed calls and messages, a text from my boss caught my eye. He’d asked if I was still interested in being a part of the company or if I’d simply removed myself. At that moment, his message held little significance to me; the thought of losing my job didn't faze me. Instead, my mind lingered on the absence of any message or missed calls from Justin, the one I had been eagerly anticipating.The disappointment that I felt was i
Ayva’s POVBella, with a stern look, asked me, “Are you going to tell me why you were in my husband’s room, why you are in my house, or do I have to call the cops for trespassing.”I felt her gaze pierce through me across the corridor. I guessed I had indeed trespassed. After all neither Justin nor Bella were aware that I was going to drop by."I'm sorry, I was just heading out," I muttered as I made my way towards the stairs.But Bella wasn't letting me off that easy. "I asked you a question," she stated firmly, making me stop and turn to face her. "I think I deserve to know why you were in my husband's room while he was sleeping."Her stress on 'husband' was clear, like she was reminding me she was still married to him and had every right to ‘interrogate me.’ "I mean, you've gotta be a whole new level of shameless to show up here knowing full well that his wife was gonna be home with him," she remarked, taking deliberate steps toward me. "For seven days, my husband was off with you