All Chapters of His Secret Heir, His Deepest Regret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JULIA “Oh, you’re paired with Heather!” Gianna exclaimed. “That is MY heaven.” Harper rolled her eyes. “I swear—your obsession with beauty has taken an all-time high. Anyway, aren’t you glad that we were paired with each other instead?” I chuckled at the two of them. After yesterday’s introduction, it seemed like they wanted to be friends, which I was grateful for since I needed some people with me for my last year. “You’re so lucky,” Gianna sighed, hanging onto my arms. “Harper is shit at painting, so we’re definitely going to flunk this.” I smiled and patted Harper’s shoulder. “Your specialty is photography, right?” Harper nodded. “I just don’t know why I also have to take this course along with my film subjects!” “It’s just the way that it is,” Gianna said. “Anyway, get up. We have to talk about the project now. Mrs. White is going to yell at us at this point.” I glanced to the front and saw that Mrs. White, indeed, was looking at us with narrowed eyes. I pursed my lips bef

JULIA Sitting side by side in front of the canvas, I pushed away any lingering thoughts. I was in their territory, but I was determined not to be brought down! I had experienced far too many setbacks in my life to react to something as small as this. Heather’s delicate fingers were brushing through a collection of pencils on the table, her face the picture of concentration. Even now, she looked utterly beautiful. “I hope this isn’t awkward for you,” she suddenly said, taking me by surprise. She glanced at me, her blonde ponytail nearly smacking my face. I blinked. “What do you mean?” Heather smiled and reached out to place her hand over mine. I flinched for a second, but she kept her hold firm. “Well, you know…considering you and Anders used to be a thing. I hope it’s not uncomfortable. I really didn’t know he was going to be here. However, when I got home, he was already taking a shower in my apartment.” She chuckled and shook her head, looking down at her lap. “I swear—it f

JULIA The silence between us was suffocating. It was a good thing that Heather’s commotion from the kitchen cut through the silence. Some pots clanged, drawers opened and slammed shut, and her voice was muttering frantically with a forced cheer. “Oops! I think I burned them! I’ll be back in a minute!” she called out.Her absence, though, made the room feel lighter. I still have to thank those brownies because they stopped me from seeing the obvious public display of affection that the two were portraying. With that, I gripped the pencil tightly in my hand and focused on the smooth canvas in front of me. The outline was there, and I couldn’t help but think that hyperrealism really wasn't Heather’s strongest feat. I shook my head and grabbed the eraser to tweak her outline. Her drawing looked like a handsome man, but it didn’t look like Evan at all. As I did this, I could feel Evan’s gaze burning on my forehead. Of course, I chose to ignore it and just pressed the pencil against t

HEATHERI pursed my lips, not knowing how to react. Why was it that he was still so affected by that guy? If he truly didn’t care, then he would have no problem talking about HIM. Like he said, it was already in the past. Was it because he was still affected by how that guy changed the trajectory of everything? I really wanted to push it. However, seeing that his expression was serious, I let out a deep breath. “Alright,” I muttered. “I won’t talk about him anymore. I’m sorry.” His expression softened, and he raised his hand to pat my head, making me close my eyes. Evander always felt so warm. “It’s okay,” he said. “Everything is just in the past. So, can we leave it there, hmm?” I nodded once more, not wanting to argue with him. We stood there for a while, with him just stroking my hair, before he spoke again. “Why don’t we talk about my dad’s proposition?” he suggested. I froze, my stomach tightening. Of course, it was about that again. I forced myself to look unaffected, s

JULIA My heart dropped.“Oh shit,” Sarah said before she could stop himself. Normally, I would turn to glare at her, but I was too shocked to even do that. “Aunt Sarah,” Andy said, shaking his head. "Don't say bad words."Sarah sheepishly smiled, also not knowing what to say. I cleared my throat. Maybe, I just heard it wrong. “Can you repeat that, bub?” Andy pursed his lips before speaking once more. “My dad,” he muttered. “Can I meet him on my 6th birthday, please?” I heard right. “Goodness,” I whispered to myself. He never asked for him. Not once in all these years. Not when he was teased for being the only kid in their neighborhood without a dad during a Father’s Day event. Not when I’d find him quietly watching other kids with their dads at the park. Andy had always been the “okay, mommy” kid. The “I’m fine” kid. The “everything is good” kid. It hurt, of course. It must be because he saw my struggles being a single mother. I knew my son. If Andy was asking for something,