CLAIREI blinked at Annabelle, standing in the hallway like she owned the place. My fingers tightened on the edge of the door, and for a moment, I was too stunned to even find the right words. She looked as pristine as ever, her navy dress perfectly tailored, her makeup flawless, and her hair swept into an elegant chignon. Yet her presence felt invasive, like a storm cloud darkening a peaceful day. Annabelle was bad news. “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I finally asked, my voice sharper than I had intended. “Annabelle?”“Hello, Claire.”“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” I finally asked, my voice sharper than I intended.Annabelle’s carefully constructed smile faltered for a fraction of a second before she smoothed it back into place. “Nice to meet you too.” “That is not an answer,” I glared at her.“Well, that’s not the warm welcome I was expecting,” she said lightly, as if my question had no weight. I crossed my arms, blocking her from stepping further inside.
CLAIREIt was a mistake agreeing to go out and have brunch with Anabelle. Not only has the stupid brunch ruined my mood, I think I might have fallen sick. I let out a frustrated groan as I stomped my way across the living room area, my heels clicking sharply against the floor. I was still fuming from my encounter with Annabelle, my mind replaying our conversation like a broken record.I couldn't believe her audacity, her sheer nerve. She thought she could just waltz into my life, insult me, and then try to seduce my husband? It was laughable.But what wasn't laughable was the way she made me feel—like I was back in that vulnerable place, where I was at her mercy. I hated that feeling, and I hated her for making me feel it again."Hey, what's wrong?" Asher's voice cut through my thoughts, and I turned to see him sitting on one of the couches, a look of concern etched on his face.I didn't want to talk to him about it; I didn't want to relive the whole ordeal. But I knew it was inevita
CLAIREI don't know how long I remained in bed. I only know that my legs felt crippled. It was almost as if I couldn't move. I was tired and exhausted but not in a way that felt draining, if that made any sense. In a good way. Asher's body warmth was doing a lot to keep me occupied. It was also doing a whole lot to contribute to my good mood. I cringed when I tried to move, and my brows furrowed when the back of my throat ached and felt a little bit dry. Come to think of it. My body was...“Goodness. You're burning up,” Asher's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to assure them that I was okay.All I needed was a couple of pills and rest, and I would be as good as new, but even I was unsure of what to say to him. Something about my body felt completely and utterly off, and I couldn't exactly focus. My eyes fluttered closed as his hand trailed over the crook of my neck down to my bare body. I knew this wasn't an attempt to turn me on or anything but m
CLAIRE “Keep your eyes open, princess.” I could barely register the panic in Asher's voice as he tried to talk to me. I was drifting into unconsciousness. I have no idea if it was from the panic that was clouding my chest or if it was something else entirely. Maybe whatever sickness that I have caught, the effect was beginning to kick in. I was unsure. But I knew that the hospital was the last place that I wanted to be. I couldn't just tell Asher about it because I knew it would lead to him asking me questions. questions that I dreaded answering. I didn't want to be forced to lie to him either. I closed my eyes and relaxed my head against Asher's shoulder. His hand cuppedmine,e and the warmth of his touch was reassuring. It was all that I needed at that moment. All that I wanted. “Everything is going to be fine, princess. I promise, Asher whispered.“I wished I had stayed home with you yesterday. I shouldn't have left you. I should have stayed home to make sure that you were okay,”
CLAIREI felt light as I created distance between the hospital room. The relief that I felt when the doctor cleared me and confirmed that I was going to be okay was something that I couldn't exactly put into words. Asher held my hand as we walked towards the exit of the hospital. There was an unusual swing in my steps as we headed out of the hospital. “Looks like someone is happy to be out of here,” Asher teased, bringing my hand to his lips for a light kiss. “You don't even know half of it,” I said as I shot him a warm smile and pressed a kiss against his cheek. My stomach rumbled and I paused. My cheeks flushed red almost immediately. Asher grinned.“You don't know how relieved I am to hear this,” he smiled at me. “What are you in the mood for?”I paused because I couldn't exactly remember the last time that I had an appetite. It seemed like forever. “Blueberry pancakes? Muffins?” He suggested as we headed towards the car that was already parked and waiting for us. “A change wo
CLAIRE The warmth engulfed me as I entered the house. It was good to be back. The familiarity hit me, and the warmth hit my belly as soon as Asher walked in behind me. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was utterly exhausted but at the same time. I was relieved that I was out of the hospital. Somehow I was able to make it out of there without losing my mind. That had to count for something. I paused in shock as I spotted Annabelle and Regal at the start of the staircase. Asher paused behind me, taking the sight in as well. What I wasn't anticipating was my stepsister's presence. Not here, not now. I wanted to ask what she was doing here. But after eating at the cafe and making conversation with Asher. I was spent. The anticipation that I had was making my way up to bed and falling asleep. Not this. Never this. “Is it me, or do you just have a thing for showing up in places that you're not wanted?” Asher growled. He didn't bother hiding his irritation. “Claire. I was so worried about
CLAIRE I paused at the sight of everyone seated around the dining table. It was unusual to see everyone here. I took note of Liah's displeased expression, but then again, when was she ever happy to see me? I realized that there was a new face sitting next to hers. An older man who seemed to be bordering on middle age. My gaze lingered on his features, and I realized that they held a striking resemblance to Liah's. I paused, and my eyes widened slightly when I realized that he was Liah's father. I didn't exactly know what to make of his presence. This was the least place that I was expecting him to be. As if he could sense that he was being watched, he raised his head immediately, letting his gaze travel over to me. His eyes clouded with something that I couldn't entirely describe. His expression was neutral, but I noticed the way he watched me with interest. I watched as he leaned down to whisper something to Liah. I wished that I could catch what it was, but then again, it wasn't
CLAIRE Dinner wasn't dramatic after Asher and I returned. I politely turned down Liah's father's offer. Why they suddenly picked an interest in my charity fundraiser was something I wasn't sure that I would've been able to understand. I was convinced that they weren't genuinely interested in helping out the people who needed help, the orphan kids. It was more for recognition and a rub of ego, which I wasn't interested in. It didn't align with what I really wanted, which was my genuine intentions to help the kids and the women in the cancer ward. Liah's father's demeanor never changed after I turned him down, although I noticed a bit of tightness around the corner of his eyes when he smiled at me. Liah shot him a look screaming, I told you so'. Asher said nothing throughout the dinner, but I could understand why. Gregory said nothing either; I noticed the reluctance in his movement when he picked up his fork to eat, and I wondered if Asher's words hurt him more intently than I thoug
ASHER “Who’s been kidnapped? Do you know the person personally?” She inquired.“It’s my wife, I’m going to get her now,” I answered. “Sir, I’d advise against that. Why don’t you let the police officers do their job,” she advised. I let out a slight laugh, “this is my wife we’re talking about, I can’t sit back and let some asshole take her so it’s either you guys arrive quickly or you’d have a dead body on your hand”. “A dead body?” I ended the call and increased the speed of the car till I arrived at Glory Avenue. I scanned the houses on the street, searching for a deep blue roof. On searching it, I swerved to the right, slowing down as I edged into the lawn of the house, unintentionally. I pulled out the key, wearing it in one finger, curling my fingers into a fist, letting the key rest against my knuckle. My heart raced with adrenaline, and my brows furrowed. I kept walking till I arrived at the front door. The windows were closed, and the lights were turned off. I stepped, tu
ASHER'S P.O.VEverything happened in a blur. My father tried to reason with me, but I wasn’t interested in what he had to say. How could he take Regal as his son? Even after what he did to Claire. My Claire. Speaking of Claire, she must be waiting for me. She’s probably worried about me. I didn’t mean to leave her with Regal and Annabelle, the people who hurt her, but I couldn’t bear seeing their faces. If I stayed there any longer, I might have done something I’d regret. I excused myself. My father agreed with a nod, and I left the room. “Claire,” I called as I approached the living room. I received no answer in return. My eyebrows furrowed. Why wasn’t she saying anything? If it was any other scenario, I’d think she didn't hear me, but she was with the people who caused her harm, of course she’d want to leave. She’d rush towards me, and I’d be more than happy to welcome her into my arms. I quickened my pace, still calling for her, just in case she didn’t hear me the first time.
CLAIRE“Unbearing?” I blinked. “Then your sister swooped in,” he kept pushing me down the street, until we arrived beside a car. With one hand on my waist, he pushed me towards the door, releasing his other hand from my arm and grabbing the knob of the back door. “Get in,” he demanded.I shook my head. “Get in, Claire. I don’t want to be violent towards you,” he advised. “You’re very important to me, I don’t want to do anything to hurt our child”.“Our child,” I was taken aback. “Get in,” he demanded, rasing his tone,not intending to correct himself any time soon.Did he really think he could ruin my life, kill our baby turn when his life doesn’t turn out the way he plans, he swoops on and tries to clam what’s not his.“Get in,” he pushed on my waist and I drop onto the seat. I lift my head up to find Liah sitting at the further end, her body resting against the car door, wearing all black. “What are you doing here?” I question. She didn’t say a thing. I turn to face Regald who
CLAIRE I was amused, to say the least. I watched Regal stumble over words. Annabelle turned away from me, spinning her head towards Regal and grabbing his arm when he revealed her name. Her eyes grew wide, trying to silence him. He tore his arm away from her and began speaking, but she talked over him, causing chaos. I picked up a glass of wine from the table, raising it to my lips. I didn’t drink any, I just needed something to keep me busy and stop me from speaking. The air is thick with tension as Regal leans forward, his voice tight with frustration. Regal had everyone’s eyes on him, and he suddenly burst, words spewing out of his lips uncontrollably, “You all think I’m some heartless bastard for what I did, but you don’t understand, It wasn’t just me. Annabelle and I—she was the reason. She made me see that bringing a child into a relationship that was already dead was a mistake. We made the decision together.”I stiffen, gripping my wine glass, my knuckles turning white.
CLAIRE Dinner. I dreaded it. We'd barely arrived home before Gregory began to interfere with our privacy again. We've barely settled back in and here we were at dinner, surrounded by the very people that I have sworn to avoid. But considering the miracle that had happened to Asher and I. It was almost impossible for anything to bother me. Not even Regal and Annabelle's presence was enough. I Blake my eyes and sighed. I was beginning to feel tired. It was always easy to feel so tired and worn out from the stress. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted as I leaned my head against Asher's shoulder and closed my eyes for a brief moment. Just a sliver of time to get it back together. “Are you alright?” Regal said and my eyes opened as my gaze met his. I wasn't even irritated, the hate that I felt for him that I had carried for him for years began to wear off. Not entirely. Buy maybe enough to fixate on what he had done to me years ago. His eyes were full of concern as he looked a
CLAIRE I was glad she didn’t make mention of the pastAsher exhaled a laugh. “That’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time.”Dr. Patel went over a few more details. “We’ll schedule you for your next ultrasound around 20 weeks,” she said. “That’s when we can check for anatomy details—and if you want, find out the sex.”I exchanged a glance with Asher. “I think we want to wait,” she said.Dr. Patel smiled. “That’s great. Any questions for me?”I hesitated, then asked, “What are the chances of anything going wrong because of what i went through in the past?”Dr. Patel softened. “I understand the worry, but at this point, your risk of a miscarriage or any issue at all has dropped significantly. I’d say just enjoy the moment.”I squeezed Asher’s hand, feeling lighter than she had in weeks.We left her office with glee. My eyes still glanced around until the got glued to this particular lady who looked a lot like Liah. She turned and I could see her fully.I halted and so did Asher, alth
CLAIRE The fluorescent lights glowed softly above as Asher and I. The air carried the faint familiar scent of disinfectant and that of hope. It ached to think about the possibility of not having a child but there was still I change i could have one. I took a deep breath, her fingers instantly tightening around Asher’s hand as we walked toward the receptionist’s desk. He moved his thumb gently against mine and when we arrived in front of the desk, I looked over at him and smiled. “Good morning,” the receptionist greeted, her fingers clicking across the keyboard. “You must be Claire Henshaw?”“Claire Henshaw,” I was slow to respond, turning away from Asher and facing the nurse. The surname still haunted me, like a roof over my head, something I couldn’t get rid off. Asher’s face said no less, his jaws clenched and his fingers folding as their slowly pulled away from my shoulder. The knots tightened and the tension grew. I could recall sitting here as well with an unresponsive Regal
CLAIRE My body trembled slightly as I wretched into the toilet. Whatever was left of my dinner last night escaped my body as I threw up. Some strands of hair clung to my forehead because of the sweat that broke out and even if I didn't want to admit it. My body was heavy with exhaustion. I felt the breeze on my neck as my hair was being raised up gently. I could sense Asher behind me as he rubbed tender circles against my back. The movement was comforting. Everything about it was comforting. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was exhausted. Everything was exhausting. With my exhaustion, I also sensed fear. No matter how much I tried to force my mind not to linger on it, it was there regardless. As much as there was fear, there was hope. Or maybe I was afraid to hope. My eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment as I placed my hand gently against my belly. It couldn't be. There was no way that it was possible. It certainly wouldn't be possible. But each time I tried to deny it, my hope
CLAIREWe made our way to the car and he helped me in. “I can walk,” I laughed lightly. He was treated me gently, way more than usual, like a fragile egg that was at risk of shattering. He looked amused, “I just don’t want anything to happen to you”. He stood between the door and I. “Is it because the doctor said I might ne pregnant?” I joked bit he took it more than just a joke. His straightened his face, his lips stretching into a thin line. He stepped closer and I blinked, staring at him confused. “I love you with or without the pregnancy,” he said in a stern tone. “A child won’t make me love you more or less, I love you just the way you are, you’re an amazing woman and I can’t imagine my life without you”. I blinked. “Understand?” He asked. I nodded, “I know, you’ve told me”. “Don’t you ever forget it,” he said, slamming thr door shut then walking towards his side of the car. He got in, placed his hand on the steering wheel, reached for his key, inserted it and started th