Mag-log inDo not stand a chance
Brex pulls out more pictures from his cross bag. And even though I was already sick of checking them out, I still took it from him. My mouth tasted like ash. It was not funny. Nothing was.Several pictures of Ariella, with the man I now knew as Alan. Some blurry but still them. I don't know the lengths at which Brex had gone to get them. But I didn't ask. They were undeniably Ariella.In one, she was with him on the same garden where I had launche{Nathan's POV}My hands fisted tightly over my cell phone while the shrill ringing sound filled my car.I had just come down from my office and was about to be on my way home when I came across the video clip of Jennifer spewing heavy lies. It confused me greatly. I knew Jennifer as blunt and straightforward. But not a liar. Her recent behaviors were constantly proving me wrong. For a second, I wondered if someone had pushed her into spitting lies in front of a camera. Like her brother had pushed her to join Xzan."Nathan?" Jennifer finally answered the call.A angry sound escaped my mouth before I could stop myself. "What were you thinking?" I barked. "....saying such things about her on a livestream.""So that was why you called," her voice was filled with irritation. I gripped the steering with both hands, barely restraining myself from crushing my phone. "Do you fucking know the implication of what you did?""And I
Do not stand a chance Brex pulls out more pictures from his cross bag. And even though I was already sick of checking them out, I still took it from him. My mouth tasted like ash. It was not funny. Nothing was.Several pictures of Ariella, with the man I now knew as Alan. Some blurry but still them. I don't know the lengths at which Brex had gone to get them. But I didn't ask. They were undeniably Ariella. In one, she was with him on the same garden where I had launched the last Arum project. A big coat around her while she listened to whatever he was using.Another was of them in front of the hospital. Merizona. It left a bitter taste in my mouth to think that it had started long, long ago.Long before she left London. A total of five years or even more. Alan had known her more than the number of years Ariella and I had been together. But....goddamnit! She was my wife.There was another again....she was conversing with Alan but her gaze was
He had my eyes. That was all I could think while Ariella cradled the little boy in her arms. The young boy had my very eyes. But he carried all of Ariella's face. I lifted shaky hands to my face. Scrubbing. Like it would wake me up from this. This realization that threatened to swallow me whole.The last time I had felt like this, was five years ago. When I had seen Ariella wield the Dynamite stage like she was born for it. He had my eyes, I screamed at myself when the boy turned those blue hazy eyes to meet mine.He had my eyes."Mommy," the little boy who should be about four to five years, around the number of years Ariella left London, tugged on her arm. "Mommy, is this your friend?"It took me blinking once, and then twice to know he was referring to me. "No," Ariella answered. "He is just someone I know," she said smoothly. "Did you make new friends in school, today?"I narrowed my eyes at her, seeing just how she had changed the topic. But Ariella wasn't looking at me. H
My legs had started to hurt. I threw a long look at the space where my Porsche was parked. Leaving to the car would mean going far from the doorway. And I couldn't have that.I hopped on my foot, transferring the weight to the other. I had spent over four hours waiting in front of Ariella's company. Hoping and wishing that she would step out. I needed less than a minute to hand the journal over to her.On Adrian's insistence, I had taken three business calls but they were just that. I could not even recall a bit of what was said. Especially as my gaze was trained at the entrance, waiting for Ariella's approach.If her words hadn't hit me so hard, I may have given her already.Her assistant had walked past me a couple of times, throwing me wary glances. But I didn't want to hand the journals to her. I needed Ariella to see the sincerity, the apology in my eyes when I handed it to her.I felt a chill go through my bones each time I remembered the last thing she said to me. 'my best days
{Nathan's POV}One full week of grovelling, of trying to get Ariella to speak to me. But the answers were always the same. She vehemently refused to grant me a listening hear. At this point I was frustrated and almost running mad from her actions towards me. I suppose I deserved it. Every single thing and more. I deserved it all. I just wanted her to at least speak with me. Goddamnit. If she was not walking out on me like I didn't exist, it would be her assistant trying to sound polite while she rudely walked me out of her office. Or her driver who was built like a hulk, making sure I got no where close to her.It had taken Brex just a day to find her house, but I didn't have the nerve to walk up to her door. If she hated the sight of me in her office, I couldn't imagine how she would feel seeing me right before her house.And what a house it was. A massive building from what I saw from the safe distance where i had watched. Ariella had done real
{Ariella's POV}"Omg, girl," Melinda screamed over the noise in the club. "You look hot.""And you look like like you're aging backwards," I returned, spreading my arms while she barreled into me. "What's the secret, Lin?""Stop teasing me," she said into my ears. "Girl we've got some real catching up to do.""We've got all the time, baby," I said, even though we'd bonded countless times over the phone since I returned."Come," Melinda said, drawing back to pull me forward. "Tonight we party. Remember Sam?" She asked, as we headed towards a table with a lone occupant."Your musician friend?" I asked, as the figure approached.Melinda nodded. "Samantha?" "Ariella," Samantha's lips spread into a wide smile. "Hello," I said warmly. "It's been a while." Then she was lunging forward, her arms encircling mine as she hugged me fiercely. Honestly, her embrace rivaled Melinda. She hugg







