The first day of my antenatal class had been a mixed bag of emotions. I’d thought it might help to be around other women who were pregnant, who might be going through the same fears and uncertainties that I was. But the moment I walked into that room, I knew I didn’t quite fit in. Not because I was younger than most of them or because I was single. Everyone looked so happy, so relaxed with their partner. There was only me
And there was *her*. Karen. She was the kind of woman who made you feel out of place just by looking at you. The kind who could make your insecurities rise to the surface without even saying much. From the moment I entered the room, her eyes had landed on me with a quick up-and-down glance, and I could feel the judgment. Karen always had something to say, and it was never pleasant. "Interesting choice of outfit," she had murmured the first time, her lips curled into a smirk. I was in a simple sundress that I had pulled on in a rush, but apparently, it wasn’t good enough for Karen’s standards. I never responded. I wasn’t about to engage in some petty argument with a stranger over clothes. But every week, Karen found something new to pick on. “You know, they say if you don’t eat right during pregnancy, it’ll show on the baby. Maybe that’s something you should consider,” she commented, her gaze flicking over to my plate one afternoon after class. I had been eating a small snack to settle my nausea. Karen, of course, was nibbling on organic almonds or something equally pretentious. Still, I didn’t respond. I couldn’t let her know that her words bothered me. That would give her too much power. Instead, I would sit there, quietly listening to the class, focusing on the baby growing inside me, and ignoring Karen’s snide remarks. I knew it made her furious. She wanted a reaction. But I wasn’t going to give her one. She, on the other hand, always looked flawless. Despite being pregnant, Karen somehow managed to wear the latest designer clothes, each outfit perfectly tailored to accentuate her bump in a way that looked effortless. I often wondered how she could afford it all—or why she bothered. She treated pregnancy like it was a fashion show, and I felt like an outsider in comparison, especially when I was wearing the same three outfits on rotation because nothing else fit anymore. That particular day, after class had ended, I was heading out when I bumped into Karen again. She was standing by the door, waiting for someone. I gave her a brief nod, hoping to avoid another confrontation, but then I saw him. Her fiancé. My heart stopped. There he was—the man from that night. The one I had been trying to forget, the one who was now the father of my child. And he was standing there, smiling down at Karen like nothing had ever happened. Like he wasn’t part of the mess I was currently living. For a moment, the world around me seemed to fade. All the noise, the movement, the chattering people—none of it registered. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my chest. Karen, of course, noticed my reaction. She tilted her head, watching me closely as if sensing that something was off. "Oh, have you met my fiancé?" she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness that I knew wasn’t genuine. He turned toward me, and for a split second, our eyes locked. Recognition flickered in his gaze, but he quickly masked it with a polite smile. "Hey, nice to meet you I am Asher," he said, extending his hand. I couldn’t breathe. I froze, staring at his outstretched hand, my mind racing. Asher. So that was his name. The man who had turned my life upside down in one night was standing right in front of me, completely oblivious to the chaos he’d left behind. Or at least, pretending to be. I couldn’t tell if he genuinely didn’t recognize me or if he was just really good at hiding it. For a moment, I considered taking his hand, playing along with the charade. But then Karen’s voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and pointed as ever. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said with a laugh, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. She was watching me closely, too closely. It was as if she could sense something wasn’t right, and I didn’t want to stick around long enough to give her any more reason to dig deeper. “I—I have to go,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. Without waiting for a response, I turned and hurried out of the building, my heart pounding so loudly I could barely hear anything else. I needed to get away. Away from Karen, from Asher, from the horrible, sinking feeling that had settled in my chest. It felt like the walls were closing in, like I couldn’t breathe. I rushed to my car, fumbling with the keys as I tried to unlock the door. My hands were shaking, and it took me a few tries before I finally got it open. As soon as I was inside, I slammed the door shut and leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes as I tried to calm the storm raging inside me. What was I going to do? How could I possibly face him again, knowing he was engaged to Karen, knowing that he had no idea about the baby? Or did he know? Had he figured it out the moment he saw me, and he was just playing it cool in front of her? I couldn’t think straight. I needed to talk to someone—someone who could help me make sense of this mess. Silver. She would know what to do. She always did. I started the car and drove to Silver’s house, the familiar route calming me slightly as I tried to gather my thoughts. Silver had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. She was the one person I could always count on, no matter what. If anyone could help me figure out what to do next, it was her. When I arrived at her house, I parked outside and took a deep breath before getting out of the car. I could hear voices inside, faint but unmistakable. One of them was Silver’s, laughing at something. But the other voice—the other voice made me stop. It was *him*. Ryan. My ex.I froze, my hand hovering just above the door handle. Ryan’s voice, smooth yet sharp, pierced through the muffled sounds from inside Silver’s house. My pulse quickened, the sound of his voice stirring up old wounds I had tried to bury. What was *he* doing here? And why was Silver laughing with him?I took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm of emotions crashing through me. Maybe I was overreacting. Maybe this wasn’t what it seemed. But as I listened closer, the laughter died down, replaced by the sound of Silver’s voice, soft but pleading.“Ryan, please… don’t leave me. I’m pregnant.”I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. Silver was *pregnant*? With Ryan’s child? My heart raced, a mixture of confusion and betrayal flooding my mind.Silver continued, her voice desperate. “She can never be yours again, Ryan. Nerissa’s pregnant by another man. It’s over between you two.”There was a moment of silence, a heavy pause that seemed to drag on forever, and then came R
Five years. That’s how long it had been since I left this city, the place that held so many memories—both good and bad. And now, here I was again, standing in the very city that had changed the course of my life forever. But this time, I wasn’t alone. I had Luke, my son, by my side.We had just settled into a small apartment. It wasn’t much, but it was ours, a fresh start. The space was modest, a one-bedroom flat on the outskirts of the city, but it felt cozy. I had scraped together enough savings over the years, working whatever jobs I could, and finally, we had a place to call home.As I glanced around the apartment, still cluttered with boxes, I caught sight of Luke sitting on the couch, swinging his legs absentmindedly. He was small for his age but bright, with eyes full of curiosity and innocence. It was hard not to smile when I looked at him.“Mom, do you think I’ll make a friend today?” Luke asked, his wide blue eyes locking onto mine, filled with hope. “I’m sure you will, swe
My heart skipped a beat. I knew those eyes—those sharp, brilliant sapphire eyes that had haunted my dreams for five long years. They belonged to *him*. Asher. The man I had hoped never to see again.I forced myself to remain calm, to keep my composure, though my legs felt like they would give out at any moment. I felt a hand on my waist before I could crumble and I stared into the chocolate eyes of my boss"Are you okay, Miss Blake?""Of course" my voice came out as a squeak and I cleared my throat "of course Mr, Strauss"He released me, "This is Asher Blackwood, my partner and my friend""Good morning Mr. Asher" I smiled as I stretched out my handsHe shook it and didn't release it, he tilted his head slightly, studying me as though trying to place my face. "Have we met before?" My heart pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. *No. No, this can’t be happening.*I swallowed hard, forcing a small, strained smile. “No,” I lied, hoping my voice sounded steady. “I’m afraid you mus
Chapter One The music pounded in my ears, each beat reverberating through my body as I stood by the bar, a drink in hand. It wasn’t enough to drown out my impulsive words. "You look so hot," I blurted, my hand reaching up to brush a lock of his dark hair. The words were out of my mouth before I could stop myself, and my fingers lingered longer than they should have. I froze. What had I just done? This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the type to flirt with strangers in clubs. Especially not after… well, everything. The last few months had been a wreck, and I was far from stable, both mentally and emotionally. My ex, who I had thought was my forever, had been cheating on me for three years. Three. Years. And now I was standing here in a smoky club, probably looking like a mess with my wavy red hair barely contained in a loose ponytail and smudged mascara from an earlier cry session. What was I expecting from this guy? I could feel my face heating up, embarrassment rolling over me in waves. The
It was hard, it was hard for my life to return back to normal. Hell it was impossible especially now that I woke up feeling like absolute crap. My head was pounding, and my stomach churned in that way where you just *know* something is wrong. I sat up slowly, hoping the dizziness would fade, but it didn’t. Instead, it lingered, reminding me of the mistake I made just weeks ago. The night I let my guard down with a stranger, something I never thought I’d do.Groaning, I leaned against the headboard, staring at the clock. I should’ve been at work an hour ago, but I couldn’t even think straight. Last night, I was just fine, but this morning…something felt different. Off.Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled toward the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. Maybe I was just coming down with something. It had been a stressful few months—my breakup with Adam, finding out he’d been cheating on me, and now, feeling completely lost after a reckless decision to sleep with someone I didn’t