MasukDONALD'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
DAMON'S POVI could not even remember the last time I stepped into a church willingly. It was not as if I did not believe in God.I did. I just never really found myself attached to church activities after my father's death. Life became too bitter too quickly, and before I knew it, work became the only thing I cared about.But today felt different. And for the first time in years, I actually wanted to be there. Not because somebody forced me, but because of my family.My family.The word still sounded strange in my head sometimes, yet it felt right at the same time.As I sat in the cathedral with Sophia and the children beside me, I could not deny the peace settling inside my chest. Hailey rested on my chest while the twins sat proudly beside me, occasionally whispering into each other's ears and giggling.Every few minutes, I found myself staring at Sophia again and again. And every single time she caught me.“You should focus on the sermon,” she whispered softly without looking at m
SOPHIA'S POV“Who prepared my breakfast?”I froze at Mr. Graham's question, every inch of me tensing up as his gaze scanned the room. The question seemed simple enough, but we all knew Damon Graham well enough to realize that behind his calm tone, there was always a hint of something. My mind raced, w
DAMON'S POVEven when I worked all night, my energy didn't dull one bit. Perhaps because I enjoyed seeing Sophia run helter skelter trying to make me food I kept rejecting. The last time I saw her was two hours ago when she finally shuffled off to bed after I let her. I rejected her attempts to make
DAMON'S POVWe got to the mansion around past 11PM. As the car pulled up in the garage, Sophia and I had nothing to talk about as we headed to our respective bedrooms. Not minding that I felt weak, I took a quick shower and decided to work on my computer.**********I was buried in work, with my finger
SOPHIA'S POV My Mother-in-law's words were still echoing in my mind. ‘A car accident. Short term memory loss.’ Two misfortunes befell Mr. Graham six years ago, and he doesn’t remember any of it.Sitting beside her, I felt pity for her. With that, I couldn't stop thinking of how I was deceiving this k







