HELENA'S POVBeing in a place we're you aren't wanted or needed is a different level of humiliation. I knew Alexander's mom would want to fight back the moment she finds out I am the person who had exposed her secrets to her son. It was meant to be between my dad and I but the pain of not having a mother figure and the bottled up anger made me let the cat out of the bag. Now she is willing to fight her son for taking a different turn from what she had planned. The only reason I am still here is the love I have grown for Alexander over the last couple of months. I had to tell my dad everything that has happened in the past weeks. I felt guilty for not letting him know all along. Alexander has fulfilled his part by confronting his mother and letting her know about our relationship and the pregnancy. Even though she is in total disapproval at this point. Nevertheless if things turn out sour I would just leave a different area with my child. Out of the reach of anyone including my father.

ALEXANDER'S POV.In summer the day starts early. Moreover, in the mid year it's not excessively testing to try and contemplate advancing up beyond timetable to participate in the dawn. At first the sky becomes white, then a red dawn flares on it, birds begin to quaver in the foliage of trees. The sky is at this point pale, and not yet blue, as in the day. Then a significant red sun begins to slither out from behind the horizon. It rises quickly. Likewise, the higher it rises, the more unassuming it becomes in size. Besides, the sky light blue before our eyes, it turns out to be more wonderful, blue, warming up with the sun's bars. It's getting light as in the day, and simultaneously it's exceptional. The morning air is clear, great and new. People and vehicles have not yet sorted out some way to get dust. Likewise, the street is new, there is no early evening force and dullness. If at the present time you go out into the street, at first you are not used to shivering you will shiver,

ALEXANDER'S POVFrustrations are unavoidable, and the way that we adapt to them is in many cases an extremely important occasion in our lives. I never for one day imagined that Helena would do this to me. My mom had called me that there was an emergency at home. I should hurry. She didn't tell me why even after I asked. With fear I asked my driver to speed up so I could reach home on time. I was panicking, scared and didn't want anyone to be hurt. My mind raced through a lot of things I couldn't place but never thought about having another man on my bed. I raged and fumed. The Young Man had run out of the house."How could Helena do this to me mom? I asked a rhetorical question. I was expecting her to give me an answer but she did anyway."Son, I told you to stay away from her but you wouldn't listen now see?" Look at the shame she has brought upon us. Our name is going out on all billboards by morning. Have you seen it now?" My mom began to scold me like some kindergarten child."How

CHAPTER FORTY SEVENALEXANDER'S POV.Today has been one hell of a stress for me. Merging the stress from work and the storm raging at my home wasn't just a thing for any weak man. I was drained emotionally and otherwise. I tracked my mom down to her executive office on the fifth floor of Solara Helixia, our family company building. It was nearly noon, and sunshine streamed through the floor-to ceiling windows of the ultramodern, European-styled office. The desk was a stark white, plastic with rounded edges. no drawers and a Plexiglas top that reminded me of my kindergarten days. The chair matched, molded plastic with white vinyl cushions. While the white shelf unit behind my mom held numerous impressionist glass objects and paintings which she'd likely paid a fortune for.Her computer was a bright white flat screen with a sleek marching keyboard, there wasn't a single piece of paper in the office. The only splash of color was a metallic abstract painting, in aqua and silver on the si

CHAPTER FORTY NINEThings were beginning to go well for us and thankfully I have decided to brass myself up to any standard. Not even an external enemy would be able to stand me at this point. To my mom I will always be her boy and do as she says but she was quite mistaken. She has tied me around her fingers for too long. Helena and I decided to go on a beach house trip. This is something she had always wanted to do. I hadn't visited my beach house in about two years since I wasn't really a fan of the sea salt smell thing. It was a Saturday. The evening sun rose from the left horizon. It was in the evening , around 6pm; Helena and I were sitting on the beach, looking at the sea and the sun, and with Helena beside me fully dressed in her beach wear and hat. While I had my floral shirt and shorts on exposing my thick straightñ legs. I enjoyed looking into the horizon of the sea where the sky and the water were merging together, how the waves were covering each other, and the sun that