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My father sat beside me, his eyes filled with concern, waiting to hear my side of the story. "Who is the son she was talking about?" he asked, his voice gentle.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Kian is my fiancé, Dad," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.My father's expression changed from concern to shock. "Kian?"I nodded, tears streaming down my face. "Kian is her son, we just happened to have a misunderstanding and I left the house”.My father's face darkened with anger. "That woman has some nerve," he muttered. "What did she say to you?"I recounted the entire conversation, including Martha's accusations and insults. My father listened intently, his expression growing angrier by the minute.When I finished, he put his arm around me and pulled me close. "Don't worry, sweetie. I wont allow her to bully you anymore ."I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards my father. He had always been my rock, my confidant. And I knew that with him by my side, I c

Vivian's POVEverything felt like a dream to me. My heart raced as I stood there, lost in thought, after hearing Martha and Kian's conversation. And the funniest part was Kian accepted to do it. I couldn't believe it. I felt like I was in a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from."It's better off this way," I said with a fake smile on my face, trying to convince myself that everything was okay. But deep down, I knew it wasn't.I stood up from the bed and dressed up, trying to start a new day with a smile on my face. I walked downstairs and saw my dad sitting in the living room. "Good morning, dad," I said with a smile, trying to hide my true feelings."Good morning, dear," he replied, looking up from his newspaper. "Can I have a word with you?" I asked, hesitating for a moment."Yes, of course," he replied, putting down his paper and looking at me with concern.But as I wanted to speak, something in me wanted me to keep it to myself. I didn't want to burden my dad with my problems. "N

As I walked into the painting shop, I was immediately struck by the vibrant colors and eclectic atmosphere. The smell of paint and turpentine filled the air, and I could hear the sound of brushes stroking canvas in the background. I had always loved art, and I was excited to explore this new shop.I browsed the aisles, taking in the various paintings and sculptures on display. There were abstract pieces, landscapes, and portraits, each one unique and beautiful in its own way. I stopped in front of a particularly striking painting, a vibrant depiction of a sunset over a bustling city.As I gazed at the painting, I noticed a figure standing behind the counter, watching me with a curious expression it was julian.As I turned to face Julian, I couldn't help but notice the smirk on his face. "You love paintings," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm."Yes, may I ask what brings you here?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral.Julian walked closer to me, his shoes echoing off the wal

VIVIAN AND KIAN’S POVAs Kian emerged from the bathroom, he looked refreshed and rejuvenated. "Are you good now?" I asked, noticing the change in his demeanor."Yeah, very much good," he replied, flashing a smile.I smiled back, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "I should take my leave now," I said, gesturing towards the door.But just as I was about to turn and leave, Kian suddenly touched his head and winced. "I am feeling a headache," he said, his face contorted in a grimace.I raised an eyebrow, skeptical. I knew Kian well enough to recognize when he was faking it. And this was definitely one of those times."Really?" I asked, my tone laced with doubt.Kian nodded vigorously, trying to convince me. "Yeah, it's a really bad one. I think I need to lie down."I sighed, shaking my head. "Kian, you're not fooling anyone with that act," I said, my voice firm but gentle.Kian looked up at me, his eyes sheepish. "What act?" he asked, trying to feign innocence.I chuckled. "Don't pla

VIVIAN POVAs I felt some relief wash over me, my expression suddenly changed. "Kian," I spoke up, my voice filled with curiosity. He looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine. "Kian, what's your plan? I mean, everything. How are you going to handle this situation?" I asked, my eyes searching for answers.Kian leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I'm not getting married to Mira," he said, his voice firm. "I will face whatever comes next, but I need to know the truth about the baby. I told them to let her give birth, but a DNA test must be done before anything else happens."I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities. "What if the baby is yours?" I asked, the question hanging in the air.Kian's gaze faltered, and he looked away, unable to answer. The question was too much for him to handle.Just then, my phone vibrated, and Kian's phone vibrated too. "What's that?" I asked, walking towards where I had dropped my phone. We both held it, our eyes scanning the s