Ava POVWalking behind Aaron as he led the way to the restaurant restroom, Sarah and I shared a moment of quiet excitement. I couldn't contain my smile, feeling a rush of emotions at the sight of Aaron after so long. Memories flooded back, and I recalled how I had missed him dearly when he was abroad. I had shed tears in his absence, longing to reconnect with him. Now that he was here, I was determined not to let go. "I have missed you a lot. When I heard you were out of the country, I cried my eyes out. I couldn't reach you since no one had your contact information. But now that I've found you, I'm not letting go," I confessed with a smile, inching closer to Aaron without him hearing what i had said.As we reached the restroom, Aaron came to a sudden halt, catching me off guard as I accidentally bumped my head against his back. "Oh, sorry," I apologized, stepping back to give him space."This is the restroom. I'll head back now," Dylan announced, breaking the moment as he turned to m
"Leaving so soon?" Aaron's voice broke the silence; his expression was one of surprise and inquiry.I offered a small smile, meeting his gaze briefly. "Yes, I have some things to take care of," I explained. As soon as I made my intention to leave known, Aaron and Davidson both rose from their seats in a synchronized motion, their actions mirroring each other in a display of chivalry."You both should stay and keep the ladies company," I suggested, gesturing to Aaron and Davidson, hoping to encourage a continuation of the evening's camaraderie.Before any decisions could be made, Ava stood up, signaling their departure. "Don't worry, Charlotte, we will be leaving too," she assured me, prompting Sarah to follow suit. With a shared nod,we made our way out of the restaurant. As we reached the parking lot, I naturally headed towards Davidson's car, the vehicle in which I had arrived. However, Aaron intercepted my path, halting my movements with a gentle touch on my arm."I'll take you ba
Our eyes met surprise and amusement flickering in Aaron's eyes in that unexpected close encounter. Without Aaron expecting it, I moved closer, my heart racing as I hesitated for a moment before placing a gentle kiss on his lips. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment as a rush of emotions flooded through me. Feeling excitement and fear, I leaned in and kissed Aaron, the taste of his lips lingering on mine.As I enjoyed the sweetness of the kiss, Aaron suddenly pulled away, his expression puzzled and questioning. "What are you doing, Ava? What's the meaning of that?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.Feeling unspoken emotions pressing down on me, I couldn't hold back any longer. I took a deep breath, my voice trembling as I poured out my feelings. "Aaron, I love you! I really do. I've missed you so much. I've longed for you, and I searched for you. When I heard you had left the country, I was devastated. I couldn't be myself for months, Aaron. I truly love you," I confessed,
As Charlotte stumbled and crashed to the ground, my heart leaped into my throat, a strangled cry escaping my lips. "Charlotte!" I shouted in alarm, my feet propelling me into a sprint towards her fallen form."What was that for?" Charlotte's voice rang out in shock and indignation, her anger palpable as she remained on the ground, her posture tense and defensive.Before I could reach them, the scene unfolded rapidly before my eyes. Allison, fueled by fury, seized Charlotte's hair and yanked her up from the ground, igniting a fierce struggle between the two. Their voices intertwined in anger and desperation, the sounds of their scuffle echoed around.Despite my frantic efforts to reach them, it felt as though I was running in place, my legs churning with urgency but making little progress towards the tumultuous confrontation unfolding before me.Charlotte's POVAfter feeling a sudden, forceful push that sent me crashing to the ground, I looked up in shock to see Allison standing over m
"What?" he barked into the phone,his expression darkening as he listened intently. "Where is she right now?" Davidson inquired, his voice laced with concern, before concluding, "Alright, I'll be there."Concern etched on my face, I immediately inquired, "What's wrong?" as Davidson ended the call and turned to face me."It's my mom. She passed out, and she's in the hospital right now," Davidson replied, his voice filled with worry and urgency.My heart sank at the news, and I responded quickly, "What? Please go quickly; she needs you more than ever."Looking torn between staying with me and rushing to his mother's side, Davidson hesitated before asking, "What about you?"With a reassuring smile, I nodded and replied, "I will be fine; don't worry. Your mom needs you now. Go to her."After Davidson rushed off to his mother's side, leaving Dylan and me alone, a moment of quiet settled between us. I winced in pain, clutching my belly, aching from the physical and emotional turmoil of the r
I accepted the tablet from Jude, eager to see the contents clearly. As I watched the video, a realization dawned on me. It was a recording of the recent altercation with Allison. Shock hit me as I comprehended that the private incident was now public, spreading rapidly across the internet and gaining traction as a trending topic."This isn't what I expected. Who would do this? Why?" I almost exclaimed, my voice tinged with disbelief and concern. The unexpected turn of events left me feeling exposed and vulnerable, grappling with the sudden intrusion of my personal life into the public domain.The video had quickly become the most searched for content online, capturing the attention of viewers far and wide. I glanced at Dylan, seeking support, as we both observed the flood of comments and reactions pouring in. The video continued to gain momentum, with its title now flashing prominently as "The Beating of a Side Chick."Feeling overwhelmed, I shut my eyes in an attempt to compose mysel
As I slowly opened my eyes, I found Dylan and Jude by my side in the dimly lit room. Jude was gently blowing cool air on my face with a fan, while Dylan anxiously called out my name. "Ah," I mumbled as I regained consciousness, and Dylan quickly helped me sit up."I know you're feeling devastated right now, but losing consciousness won't change anything. We need to find a solution to this and take action. We have to address this situation head-on," Dylan reassured me, his voice filled with determination."How can I stay strong when my company's name is being tarnished online? What if things go terribly wrong?" I asked Dylan, my voice filled with worry and uncertainty.Dylan placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, his eyes reflecting concern and resolve. "We'll figure this out together. We need to stay strong and face this challenge. Let's focus on finding a way to clear your name and protect your company," he replied, his tone unwavering."Which way? What way?" I asked Dylan, my voic
"What?" I exclaimed in shock, turning to look in Jude's direction, and Dylan did the same."What does that mean?" Dylan asked, his voice tinged with confusion."She is live now!" Jude exclaimed, turning his tablet toward us. My heart sank at the thought of another twist in the ongoing drama. Despite Dylan's statement, it seemed that the storm was far from over.As Allison's voice filled the room through the live broadcast, my anxiety heightened. "I have something to say to the public," Allison began, her tone laced with accusation."The statement that was just released was orchestrated by Charlotte's company. From my inside source, it's clear that she is trying to manipulate the situation and make everything go away quietly. But that won't happen after what she did—stealing my man," Allison declared, pointing fingers at the screen and casting blame in my direction. “ I know you can see this Charlotte” she added.Confusion and frustration swirled within me as I struggled to comprehend
Charlotte POVMy heart still racing with anger and hurt, I was abruptly jolted from my thoughts as Allison, like a whirlwind of fury, swung the car door open and shoved me out onto the gravel driveway. The shock of the sudden push left me stumbling, my hands reaching out instinctively to steady myself. As I regained my footing, I was greeted by a scene that left me utterly bewildered.Before me stood a gathering of people - everyone, Dylan's relatives. Allison, her face contorted with rage, advanced towards me with clenched fists, her eyes blazing with anger. I braced myself for the blow, closing my eyes tightly and bowing my head in anticipation. But to my surprise, the blow never came I wasn't hit . Instead, I heard a voice beside me, a voice I didn't recognize. "Charlotte, are you okay?" the stranger asked, his tone filled with concern. Slowly, I opened my eyes to find a young man standing in front of me, his gaze fixed on mine with worry and determination. The guy had held Allis
Davidson POV Stepping into the grand hotel, the air thick with the hum of chatter and laughter, I heard my name being called by my group of friends. "Davidson, Davidson!" their voices rang out in jovial tones, and I turned to acknowledge them with a wave and a smile. Yet, amidst the friendly banter and familiar faces, my thoughts were consumed by one name alone - Charlotte.With a heavy heart, burdened by the memory of Charlotte's rejection and the ache of unrequited love, I sought solace by the serene waters of the hotel's swimming pool. Each step towards the pool felt like a journey into the depths of my own turmoil, a desperate attempt to quell the storm of emotions raging within me.Standing at the edge of the pool, lost in contemplation, I was startled by the sound of my name whispered behind me. "Davidson," a voice called out, and a delicate hand brushed against my bare skin, sending a shiver down my spine. The touch was both cold and warm, a paradoxical sensation that jolted m
As the darkness enveloped me like a shroud, a lone beacon of light in the distance beckoned to me, a promise of respite amid the encroaching night. With a surge of determination, I quickened my pace, each step fueled by the dwindling reserves of strength that I clung to desperately.Finally, I reached the welcoming glow of the house, my heart pounding with relief and exhaustion. I rapped urgently on the door, the sound echoing through the stillness of the night until it swung open to reveal a middle-aged woman peering out at me with curiosity and concern."Good day, ma'am. I need your help," I managed to gasp out, my voice strained from the exertion of the long and arduous journey. The words spilled forth in a rush, a plea for aid from a weary traveler who had stumbled upon a rare sanctuary in the darkness.With a weary sigh, I relayed my tale of misfortune—the broken-down car, the dead phone, the endless stretch of desolate road that had led me to her doorstep. exhaustion hung heavy
Dylan POV As the days stretched on in the somber confines of the hospital room, Allison's heart-wrenching cries seemed to echo endlessly, a haunting soundtrack to the anguish that enveloped us all. Her mother, Sonia, and my steadfast grandma Adaline stood vigil by her side, their presence a shield against the darkness that threatened to consume her fragile spirit. They watched over her with unchanging devotion, their eyes filled with sorrow and determination.Yet amid the hushed whispers and heavy silences, a singular obsession gnawed at me—a relentless need to reach Charlotte, to bridge the chasm that had widened between us. Ignoring the pleas and protests of those around me, I made a fateful decision to seek her out, to confront the tumultuous emotions that churned within me.The drive to Charlotte's house was a blur of frenzied determination, each passing mile fueling the fire of my resolve. Pulling up to the imposing gates that guarded her sanctuary, I braced myself for the confr
Allison POVAs I slowly blinked my eyes open, the world around me came into focus, the sterile white walls of the hospital room closing in around me. disorientation gripped me as I realized I was alone, the silence of the room echoing with my confusion.Memories flooded back in a rush, the events leading up to this moment playing out like a fragmented movie in my mind. I remembered the sharp pain, the sickening thud as I fell and struck my baby bump on the unforgiving edge of the table in the living room. Dylan's panicked face swam before me, his urgent actions to get me to safety etched in my memory.A surge of panic shot through me as I instinctively reached for my swollen belly, only to be met with a hollow emptiness that made my heart skip a beat. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I stared down at my once-prominent baby bump, now reduced to a flat expanse that betrayed the absence of the life that had once thrived within me."Huh?!" I gasped, the realization hitting me like a physi
The air crackled with tension as my anger simmered just beneath the surface, a volatile mix of emotions threatening to erupt at any moment. "Why am I wasting my words with you, huh?" I seethed, my voice edged with frustration as I snatched the car key from Allison's hand, my resolve firm and unwavering. "I need to go get the woman I want," I declared to Allison, my gaze steely as I turned away, determined to follow the path my heart yearned for.Allison's desperate plea echoed in the room, a final attempt to hold onto a love slipping through her fingers. "Dylan, you can't do this to me," her voice carried a note of desperation, a plea tinged with fear and uncertainty. But my mind was set, my steps resolute as I pushed forward, the pull of destiny drawing me towards a future I dared to grasp.As I neared the door, a sudden weight bore down on my arms, a force pulling me back with unexpected strength. "What are you doing?" I demanded, my voice tinged with anger as I turned to face Allis
Returning home after a prolonged absence, I sank into the comforting embrace of the living room couch, the familiar surroundings enveloping me. Memories flooded my mind as I reflected on the life I once shared with Charlotte, a time filled with joy and love. Yet, amidst the reminiscing, a pang of regret pierced my heart as I acknowledged a rift that had torn us apart. "It's all my fault," I admitted to myself in a hushed tone, my confession hanging heavy in the air.As I gazed into the empty space before me, a bittersweet smile tugged at the corners of my lips, memories of our days together playing like a movie in my mind. The laughter, the shared dreams, the moments of intimacy - all now tinged with loss and longing. "I still love her," I whispered to the silent room, the words echoing softly in the stillness.The flickering light of the setting sun cast a warm glow through the window, painting the room in hues of gold and amber. Shadows danced across the walls, mirroring the turbule
I needed to speak to Charlotte, to address the heartache that was so clearly etched on her face. Allison's voice escalated, slicing through the hum of the supermarket with a sharpness that made me flinch. "How can you leave us here for a barren woman!" she exclaimed, her words loaded with an accusation that reverberated down the aisles.Her declaration stopped me cold. I spun around, facing her, my shock mirrored in the eyes of the onlookers who had overheard. "What's your problem, Allison? How could you say that?" I demanded, my voice a cocktail of disbelief and anger.The air between us crackled with tension, shoppers pausing in their tracks to witness the drama. Allison's face was set, her eyes unyielding as she spat back, "That's what she is."But I couldn't stand there, couldn't digest the cruelty in her words or the scene we were causing. I muttered to myself, "I don't have time for this," my mind racing with the need to find Charlotte, to apologize, to make things right.Witho
The revelation was like a cold wave crashing down upon me, chilling and unrelenting. The words swirled in my head, a chaotic symphony that refused to settle into any coherent melody. It was a reality I had never anticipated, one where the man I had poured my heart into could turn and give a piece of himself to the woman who had upended my life. It was a bitter pill, laced with the poison of betrayal, and it forced an unwelcome epiphany upon me. Dylan's affection, it seemed, had been nothing but a masquerade.With a heavy heart and thoughts racing, I murmured to myself, still reeling from shock, "This doesn't make any sense... or perhaps, now it does. Dylan never truly loved me. It was all pretense."My voice was barely a whisper, a feeble attempt to console my breaking heart. The room was thick with tension, a silent witness to the drama unfolding.Then, as if on cue, Allison lifted her gaze to meet mine. Her lips curled into a smile, a sickeningly sweet expression that felt like a da