Justin’s POVI stood still, my expression blank as I tried to make sense of the words I thought I’d just heard. “I’m… not sure I heard you clearly. Did you just say you’re pregnant? And the child is mine?” I asked with furrowed brows, waiting for Bella to tell me that I’d heard her wrong and that she didn’t actually say that but something else entirely. She shook her head, her tears falling freely down her face. But I didn’t care, her tears didn’t matter at that moment.“I tried to tell you, I didn’t know how to.” She sobbed into her palms as if she was too ashamed to look me in the face. She was making no sense. Nothing she was saying made sense to me and it frustrated me to no end. My jaw clenched tightly as I tried to keep my anger in check and not yell at her to speak up and explain what the hell she meant by she was pregnant with my child. “Bella, you have two seconds to start talking or I swear I’ll…” I trailed off, gritting my teeth to keep myself from saying something I m

Ayva’s POVIt was the day for my final driving test. Aiden was supposed to come with me, I was supposed to call him and tell him about it but since what happened between him, me and Justin the previous week, I’d been up too embarrassed to contact him and he didn’t try to contact me either. I guess he was still mad about what I’d done. Honestly, that night when he walked in, I felt so embarrassed that I couldn’t even say anything. I didn’t understand the intensity of what I’d done until he had to spell it out with me. I didn’t realize how much I’d disrespected him until he was vocal about it. I realized then that no matter how much I wanted to be with Justin, I should have honored the man who invited me to that place. I owed Aiden an apology and I promised myself that after passing my driving test, I’d call him to share the good news and then use the opportunity to apologize to him. “How are you feeling?” Olivia asked me just as we made our way into the driving school. She’d insisted

Ayva’s POV“What are you doing here?” I asked Aiden with a frown as soon as I pulled the door open. I had been preparing to go to bed when Olivia told me that he was at the door, asking to see me. “Can I come in?” He asked. “We need to talk.” Since I left MI fashion company a few hours ago he’d been trying to get my attention, claiming we needed to talk but I didn’t pay him no mind. I didn’t return his texts or his calls because I had nothing I wanted to discuss with him. And now just when I was planning on going to bed, he’d suddenly appeared at my door, asking to talk. “No, you can’t come in,” I said sternly. “Whatever you have to say, I’m sure you can say it here,” I said, making sure that my body was blocking the doorway in such a way that he wouldn’t be able to enter or look inside my house if he tried to. He sighed, his left hand moving to rub the back of his neck. I looked up and met his eyes, a little surprised by his action. I remember that Zion usually did the same thing

Justin’s POV"What's happening here?" I asked, my eyes darting between Bella and Ayva, then back to Bella again. "Why are you here?" I snapped, unable to hide my irritation and dislike for Bella in my voice."Of course, I'm the only one you have a problem with seeing here. You've been living here with her, haven't you?" Bella accused, her eyes filled with hatred. "Let me remind you that you're still a married man, and until our divorce is finalized, being with her is cheating on me!" She spoke with a heaving chest, clearly upset."Can you please stop talking about me as if I'm not here?" Ayva said, her face showing a slight frown. She gave Bella a disapproving look. "Remember, you called me to come here."Bella did? Why? I looked at Bella with a questioning gaze, wondering why in the world she’d called Ayva to the house. What was she thinking? Ayva didn’t even know the details of our divorce. So why?"Yeah, I called her here, but don't act like you weren't planning to come tonight an

Justin’s POV“Thank you for driving me home,” Ayva mumbled before moving to open the car door. It was the first and only word she’d said to me in the past thirty minutes. Our lack of conversation wasn’t because I didn’t try to bring up something because trust me I did try, but rather because Ayva had seemed so uninterested that she’d chosen to reply to my questions with either a nod or a shake of her head. I figured after my third question that she didn’t want to talk to me and as much as that made me feel down, I respected her wishes and shut my mouth all through the ride. At least she’d let me take her home ‘cause I definitely would have felt like shit if she’d turned me down when I offered to take her home. I got out of the car as she stepped out and when she gave me a questioning look, I felt compelled to explain myself. “Um, I just wanted to know if you’ll be free tomorrow,” I asked awkwardly, my hand reaching to scratch the back of my neck. She threw me another questioning gaze