Se connecterDAMON'S POVAfter Sophia's last words the other day, “Let's find out more then.” I took it upon myself to visit Chris Clark in his company.Edinburgh is only a few hours away from Glasgow, but somehow the drive felt longer. I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I drove into the city.By the time I arrived at the company building, it was already afternoon.I parked my car before walking inside calmly.Immediately, I approached the receptionist desk. “Good afternoon,” I said politely. “I am here to see Mr. Chris Clark.”The receptionist offered an apologetic smile. “I am sorry, sir, but do you have an appointment with the CEO?”“No, I do not.”“I am really sorry then,” she replied professionally. “Mr. Clark does not see visitors without appointments.”I nodded slightly. But, I was not offended. She was only doing her job.Just as I was about replying, a voice suddenly called from behind me. “Mr. Graham?”I turned around slowly to see a middle-aged man in a suit stared at me with widen
DONALD'S POVGoing back to secondary school at my age was not easy at all because every single day felt like a battle.At first, I thought the hardest part would be studying again after wasting years of my life on drugs and reckless living.But no. The hardest part was enduring the humiliation. The stares. The whispers. The mocking laughter.I was older than every student in school, and nobody ever let me forget it. Especially the students in my class.“Grandpa Donald is here.”“Careful before uncle falls asleep during class.”“Are you sure your children are not in university already?”I hear these every single day.At first, I used to get very angry. But after a while, I stopped reacting.Because normally? I deserved worse. If I had not ruined my own life years ago, I would not be sitting in S6 with teenagers half my age.So instead of getting angry, I endured it all silently. And no matter how difficult it became, I kept pushing myself. Because for once in my life, I actually wanted
DAMON'S POVDonald’s decision to return to school was still fresh in my mind.I loved the fact that he didn't want to be referred to as a secondary school dropout, or more accurately, someone who never got the chance to finish his final year in secondary education after everything that happened.In Scotland, we call it “secondary school,” and his level is what we refer to as S6, a final year before university preparation.I did everything I could to fix that part of his life. I spoke with the headteacher of a prestigious secondary school in Glasgow, who agreed to consider his admission under special circumstances, especially after I explained everything privately.Donald was placed in his final year again, with academic support, so he could complete his Scottish Qualifications Certificate (SQC) properly and qualify for university entry afterward.Over the next week, things slowly began to change. Donald started attending school properly. And every morning, he complained about one thin
DONALD'S POVI stood quietly in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection for a long time. Even after dressing properly for church earlier and trying my best to look decent, there were some things clothes could never hide.My eyes as an example.They had become darker over the years. Even though the dark circles beneath them were fading slightly compared to before, they were still there like permanent scars left behind by years of addiction and reckless living.I slowly touched the side of my face and let out a bitter laugh. “Look at you, Donald,” I muttered to myself quietly.I looked nothing like the young man I used to be years ago. Back then, I had dreams and ambitions. But now, all that remained were regrets.I opened the drawer beside the mirror slowly and brought out the small packet of drugs I had hidden carefully after being deported back to Scotland.I had made sure nobody found it while searching my belongings at the airport.I stared at the packet silently. So small,
SOPHIA'S POV Mother continued staring at the woman for a few more seconds before finally speaking again.“I have actually been wanting to say it since,” she admitted slowly. “You look familiar the moment I saw you, but I did not want to speak too quickly in case I was mistaken.”The woman…Ohhh, we know her name now, Patricia, wiped her tears quietly while listening.“Yes, I know you, Patricia Stubbs,” Mum continued “Your father was very influential back then, so almost everybody in Glasgow knew the Stubbs family.”“We attended the same university years ago. The University of Edinburgh. We were not close friends, but we were course mates.”The infirmary became silent again.“And…” She paused briefly, as though trying to gather old memories together. “Everybody knew you were dating Chris Clark then.”At the mention of the name, The Patricia lowered her eyes emotionally.“Chris was also friends with my husband, David Graham,” Debra added softly. “They were quite close back then.”Damon
SOPHIA'S POVI stood there completely frozen. My ears heard the words clearly, yet my mind refused to process them.“I am your mother.” The woman held my hands tightly as tears rolled uncontrollably down her cheeks.“Believe me, Sophia,” she cried emotionally. “I am your mother. I gave birth to you.”I stared at her blankly.No. No, this had to be some kind of mistake. My chest tightened painfully as confusion swirled inside my head.Before I could even react properly, Mother Rose suddenly stepped between us and forcefully removed the woman's hands from mine.“What are you talking about?” She snapped angrily. “Sophia is my daughter, and you cannot just appear out of nowhere to claim to be her mother.”The infirmary suddenly became tense, with everybody watching silently.I swallowed hard and finally found my voice. “You are not my mother,” I said slowly, but my voice trembled despite how hard I tried to sound strong.I pointed toward Mother Rose immediately. “This is my mother.” She l
DEBRA'S POVThe next morning being a Monday morning, I took it upon myself to visit Damon at his company knowing fully well that he would surely be there.After I received Sophia's call yesterday, I felt uneasy and wondered why she suddenly asked me to tell Damon about his accident. She didn't even gi
SOPHIA'S POVThe music pulsed through the club, and I tried my best to keep up with Nico as we danced on the dance floor. He was laughing, spinning me around, but I made sure to maintain a polite distance. As much as he seemed harmless, I didn’t want to give him any ideas. My mind suddenly drifted to
DAMON'S POVI stormed into Sophia’s room, fully expecting to unleash my annoyance. “Isn’t she ready yet?” I barked, my voice sharp. But the sight that greeted me froze my tongue. She stood there, radiant. Her dress hugged her figure in a way that was elegant, yet captivating. Her hair framed her face
SOPHIA'S POVThe sunlight filtered gently through the windows as I moved around the kitchen with the maids, laughing and chatting as we worked together today being Saturday.It’d been three weeks since I came into this mansion as a fake bride, and I hadn’t been able to see my boys in weeks. I only spe







