All Chapters of After One Night : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Third Person’s POV “I’d like to meet your friend,” Jordan said, staring at Fiona like he knew she was lying. Silence grew between them for a while before she broke it off. “Jake is a very busy guy, Jordan. He'll not have time.” She answered back now leaving Jordan standing and going to the bedroom. Once there, she takes off her clothes and goes for a bath. Jordan gets into the room and lays down on the bed trying to remember if Fiona had always been this hard towards him or did he do something wrong along the way? His thoughts ran wild but got interrupted when Fiona stepped out of the shower. She stood by the bathroom door, a white towel tied around her petite body and another around her red hair. “You know, Jordan, you’ve never been like this before. Why do you always feel the need to track my every step? Don’t you trust me?” Fiona asked as she walked up to Jordan. “All I’m saying here is, you don’t tell me you’re going to see a Lily and then see a Jake. It paints you out a

Ella’s POV “This is the police. Open up!” My heart skipped a beat as Maya held on to my hand tightly. “What do we do?” Maya whispered. My breath hitched, my mind raced. I didn't do anything. Why was the police here? I forced myself to stand on my feet, my swollen belly making my movements slower. Maya held my hand, trying to stop me. “I’ll handle it. Don’t worry.” I gave her a reassuring smile and walked to the door opening it just enough to see the officers standing outside. “Isabella Ross,” the taller officer said, his face hard and impassive. “We have a warrant for your arrest in connection with the murder of Brandon Baxter.” I stared at him in shock. My stomach churned, and my knees nearly gave up, holding my body in place. “You’ve got it wrong,” I tried to say. “I didn’t…” The officer held up a folded piece of paper. “There’s evidence tying you to the crime. We need you to come with us.” Maya stepped forward, her voice trembling with outrage. “She’s pregna

Jordan’s POV “Are you listening to me, son?” Mother asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Yes mum, I think you’re right. I’ll do what’s necessary.” I replied. She paused in silence for a minute before saying. “I hope you know Fiona is the only woman for you? You’ll deeply disappoint me if you let her go. Remember, your dad left us. I didn’t train you to be like him.” “Mum, I’ve told you never compare me to that bastard. I’ll never be like him. I promise you I’ll do what’s necessary. You don’t have to worry about anything.” I gave a stern reply. “Love you, son,” she said and ended the call. I sank deep into my office chair, thinking how I was supposed to get married to someone I thought I loved, but lately it doesn’t feel like it. Mother had called me, reminding me I had proposed to Fiona before the accident and now that I was better, I should continue with the wedding preparations that’s supposed to be in 1 month. How does one prepare for what he can’t even remember?

Ella’s POVMy world had shrunk to the four walls of my jail cell. The cold concrete, the iron bars and the steady hum of fluorescent lights had become my new reality. Days bled into night in the blink of an eye. For a month, I had been held in this limbo, with no chance to defend myself. Little Andrea came growing bigger and bigger. One month before, she is due to come into this wicked world and her mum was sitting in a cell, regretting her actions. I sat on the thin mattress, and my hands rested protectively on my stomach, as the guard approached.“Visitor,” he announced gruffly, unlocking the door. My heart leapt with joy. Finally, maybe my lawyer, Mr Carter, had found a way to get me out of here. Maybe there was hope. I stood slowly, my legs stiff from sitting for hours. I followed the guard down the long, dim corridor. The visitation room was separated by thick glass with a row of telephones mounted on either side. My heart sank when I saw who was waiting for me. Jake.He was

Third Person’s POV “Jordan, baby, I’m so happy we got married. You’ve made me the happiest woman alive. I love you to the moon and back.” Fiona’s voice came out in whispers. She poured some wine into Jordan’s glass and took a seat on his lap. They had arrived at Flamingo 5-star hotel earlier and Fiona had made it her mission to have her husband all to herself throughout their honeymoon. She had instructed for the room to be decorated in a beautiful valentine red theme. Petals of rose flowers littered everywhere. A sweet melody welcomed them as she twirled around, embracing the feeling of being married to the one and only Jordan Denver.It had been hours since they arrived, and Jordan not wanting to disappoint his wife, joined her for drinks “Fiona, I think we should go to bed now. My eyes feel heavy already.” Jordan said as he sinker further into the couch, signaling he had enough to drink. Fiona stood and positioned herself properly so she could face Jordan. She spread her legs n