"Why are you here, Anton?" I asked angrily.
"Ouch, that's not the way to thank someone. " he said sarcastically."Just cut the crap already. Why are you back now?" I asked again."That's definitely not how my Alina was 4 years ago." He said."I'm not yours. And this is how I am now. All thanks to back to back betrayals from people I trusted. " I glared at him."I don't understand why you are being cold to me. " He asked. I could see hurt in his eyes.'Don't melt Alina. Don't forget what he did 4 years ago. He is just like Lucas and Natasha. ' My conscience told me."Because I hate you, Anton Rodriguez. I don't need your help. I'll manage on my own. Just get lost." I shouted at him.I held Natalie's hand and took her with me to the car. We drove home .My mind is so disturbed after meeting Anton again. In the other future, I never met him again , so why is he here now? Is it because I canceled the wedding and changed the fate?"What was that for? Why did you talk to him that way? You were so whipped for him, then suddenly you broke all ties with him. I never questioned because I thought you would tell me some day, then Lucas came into your life. Now, will you tell me why you hate him?" Natalie asked."I can't tell you much, Natalie. I don't want to remember all that again. But for now, just remember that he is not as simple as he looks. He is a womaniser. I loved him until I knew that he only wanted my body, not my soul. He was sleeping around with different women. " I told her, and she was so shocked.The memories of that day still hurt me. I was heartbroken to see my first love with someone else. That day when I found Natasha and Lucas cheating on me in another future, it reminded me of that night when my heart was broken for the first time. The same feeling of betrayal.Flashback - 4 years backDuring a camp organised by our college, I decided to propose to Anton."Natasha, can you leave for a while. I need to talk to him alone and tell him about my feelings," I whispered to her."Not yet, wait till night. It will be more romantic to do it at night. We are at the camping site so the night sky would be so beautiful. You can go on a walk with him later at night and talk things out," she whispered back, and I nodded."What is all this whispering about? Are you hiding something from me, Alina?" Anton asked with narrowed eyes."Oh! It's nothing Anton, just some girls talk." I said nervously.Me and Natasha were sharing the same tent, and Anton's tent was next to us.Later that night, after having dinner me and Natasha were in our tent. I was so nervous about confession."Just go for it, Alina. You can do it. Don't be nervous. He is just in the tent next to us. Go and ask him for a walk." Natasha encouraged me.I was about to reply to her but the loud moans were coming from the tent next to us."Isn't it coming from Anton's tent?" Natasha asked.I was speechless. I moved out of our tent and walked towards Anton's tent before making any assumptions.I was standing in front of his tant. The lights were on inside his tent, and I could see the shadow of their bodies moving together. I shut my eyes close as tears started rolling down my cheeks, and I fell on my knees. That girl was moaning Anton's name.I don't know how long I cried there, then I saw that girl coming out of the tent while fixing her clothes. She is our classmate, Maria. She saw me and smirked at me."Alina, what are you doing here in front of Anton's tent? Were you expecting to spend the night with him?" she said, mocking me."Too bad I stole the spot already. And after getting a taste of me, I don't think he will go back to you or any of his whores ever again." She said while smirking."What are you talking about?" I asked with a cracked voice."Don't act as if you don't know Alina. Anton has slept with many of our classmates. You are also one of his sluts if I'm not wrong. But no matter if you got his body, I'll be the only one to get his heart." She said looking at me disgusted and walked away.He had to answer a lot of questions. Before I could enter his tent, a hand held me by my arm.Natasha was dragging me back to our tent."Why did you stop me?""I heard everything, Alina. I don't want you to be near that man anymore. He doesn't deserve your love. Not even your friendship. I don't want him to manipulate you anymore." Natasha was burning with anger."I need to confront him." I said.She folded her arms in front of her chest, " Confront him? What would you ask him? Why did he sleep with the other girl when you had a crush on him? You would look like a fool confessing about your feelings after what he did."'Was it all fake? All the love and care? Was he doing that to get my body? All he wanted was my body, not my soul.'The villa was a picture-perfect scene of Christmas cheer. Twinkling lights adorned the exterior, casting a warm glow over the snow-dusted garden, while a large Christmas tree stood proudly in the living room, its ornaments glinting in the soft light. The scent of fresh pine and cinnamon filled the air, mingling with the laughter and chatter of friends and family. Alina held her one-month-old daughter close, cradling the tiny bundle in her arms as guests arrived. She smiled, watching as Linton and Gabriel practically hovered around her, peering down at the baby with wide-eyed wonder. “Is she really my sister?Sometimes it feels like a dream mommy.” Linton asked for the tenth time, his voice filled with awe. Alina chuckled softly. “Yes, sweetheart. She’s really your sister. You got exactly what you asked Santa for last Christmas.” Linton beamed, reaching out a cautious hand to touch his sister’s tiny fingers. “Hi, baby sister,” he whispered. “ I’ll always protect you.” Gabriel,
The doorbell rang, and Alina smiled, knowing exactly who it was. A few moments later, Linton’s excited voice echoed through the hall as he raced toward the door to greet his best friend, Gabriel. “Gabriel!” Linton yelled, throwing the door open and giving his friend a high-five. Gabriel grinned as he stepped inside, holding a little gift bag in his hand. “Hey, Linton! Hi, Aunt Alina!” Gabriel greeted, his eyes wide with excitement as he approached her. “How’s the baby?” Alina chuckled, patting her belly. “Getting bigger every day, Gabriel. And she’s quite active today.” Linton immediately perched himself beside his mom, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Can I talk to her again, Mommy?” he asked with a shy smile. “Of course, sweetheart.” She smoothed down her shirt and leaned back so the boys could get closer. Gabriel scooted onto the couch beside Alina, looking both curious and excited. He handed her the little gift bag, inside of which was a small stuffed bunny with floppy ea
Alina rested on the couch, a blanket draped over her legs and her hand resting on her rounded belly. At seven months pregnant, her baby bump was unmistakable, and it was a joy to see how much it had become a part of the family’s daily life. From Anton’s frequent hand resting over her belly to Linton’s fascination with “talking” to his baby sibling, the whole house seemed to radiate warmth and anticipation. Linton, bursting with excitement, had clambered up onto the couch beside her, his small hands gingerly placed over her belly as if holding a fragile treasure. He leaned in close, his expression serious as he started whispering to the baby. “Hi, baby sis,” Linton said, his voice soft but filled with excitement. “It’s me, Linton, your big brother! I can’t wait to meet you, and I’m gonna teach you everything I know. We’re gonna play so many games, and I’ll teach you how to draw dinosaurs and superheroes. And… and I’ll share my toys, too!” Alina chuckled, resting her hand over his.
Alina gently ruffled Linton’s hair, nudging him awake. Anton was already up, sipping his coffee in the kitchen, as she whispered to their son, "Wake up, Linton. I have a surprise for you today." Linton’s eyes fluttered open, and he rubbed them with his small fists, his face brightening instantly at the word “surprise.” “A surprise? Where are we going, Mommy?” Alina smiled. “You’ll see soon enough. Go get dressed, and we’ll be on our way.” As Linton scrambled out of bed and rushed to get ready, Alina made her way to the kitchen. She kissed Anton on the cheek, feeling a surge of excitement about the secret she was about to share. She had been working on a special painting for weeks, pouring her heart into every brushstroke, and today, she would finally reveal it. “Where are we off to this morning?” Anton asked, raising an eyebrow with curiosity as he sipped his coffee. “Just a little outing to the gallery. I have something special to show you both,” Alina replied, her eyes twin
Alina and Anton pulled into the driveway of David and Isabella’s home. Their hearts were light, filled with the warmth of their recent trip to Paris and the excitement of reuniting with their little one. As they stepped out of the car, Linton’s energy was palpable; he bounced on his feet, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he saw his parents getting down the car. "Mom-dad I missed you so much." Linton hugged their legs. Anton picked him up in his arms. “Are we ready to see Gabriel?” Anton asked, ruffling Linton’s hair. “Yes! I want to show him the new toys you brought!” Linton exclaimed, practically dragging his parents toward the front door. Alina chuckled at her son’s enthusiasm. “Hold on, buddy. Let’s not rush too much. We’ve got to make sure we greet everyone first.” They rang the doorbell, and moments later, David swung the door open, a wide grin lighting up his face. “Welcome back, you guys! We missed you! Literally ever since Linton got to know you are coming he h
Steam filled the bathroom, the warm mist clinging to the glass walls of the shower as water falling softly. Alina leaned against the cool tiles, her body relaxing under the hot spray. She felt a gentle touch at her waist, and without opening her eyes, she knew it was Anton. "Mind if I join you?" his deep voice rumbled softly in her ear, a smile evident in his tone. Alina smiled and turned slightly, glancing over her shoulder. "Of course sweetheart. You never need permission." Anton chuckled, stepping closer, his hands slowly trailing up her arms, pulling her back against his chest. The heat of his body mixed with the warmth of the water, enveloping her in comfort and safety. "I thought I’d be polite today so I was asking for permission," he teased, his lips brushing against the side of her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. Alina leaned her head back, resting it against his shoulder. "You? Polite?" she teased back, the warmth of his breath tickling her skin. "Hey, I c
David's house was alive with the sounds of giggles and shuffling papers as Linton and Gabriel sat side by side at the large wooden dining table, their books spread out before them. “Got it!” Gabriel declared triumphantly, holding up his math workbook. Linton, still scribbling away on his own page, glanced at him with a smirk. “You think you’re fast, huh? Let me check that.” He leaned over, playfully scrutinizing Gabriel’s work. “Hmm... looks right, but I bet I can finish mine faster.” “Oh, it’s on!” Gabriel grinned, and they both dove back into their homework with renewed energy. Isabella stood at the kitchen counter, watching the boys with a fond smile. She was whipping up pancake batter for their afternoon snack, the aroma of freshly made batter already filling the air. The kitchen was warm and inviting. She glanced over her shoulder at David, who was reading on the couch, occasionally glancing up to chuckle at the boys' competitive banter. “I love how determined they are,
The next day, Paris greeted us with a warm breeze and a clear blue sky.Anton was already up, sipping on his coffee by the window as he admired the view. I walked over to him, still in my pajamas, and leaned against his arm, taking in the sight of the Eiffel Tower standing tall in the distance. “We’re really doing this, huh?” I asked, smiling as I looked up at him. Anton grinned, setting his cup down on the table. “Absolutely. Are you ready for a day of cliches and tourist photos?” I laughed, nodding. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” An hour later, we were standing at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, and despite the crowds around us, I couldn’t help but feel the excitement bubbling up inside. Anton had his camera ready, capturing moments before we even started climbing. Every few steps, he’d stop, turn to me with that teasing smile, and snap a picture—of me laughing, of us together, of the view. "Okay, one more,” Anton said, holding up his phone, getting us both into the fram
Anton’s hand brushed softly against the small of my back as we entered the suite, his touch lingering just a little longer than necessary. I looked around, taking in the breathtaking view from the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city of Paris. The Eiffel Tower sparkled in the distance. Everything about this place felt perfect—luxurious and romantic. The door clicked shut behind us, and the sound echoed in the quiet, intimate space. I placed my purse on the plush chair near the window and took a deep breath, letting the atmosphere of the city sink in. “We’re really here,” I said softly, more to myself than to Anton. Anton chuckled behind me, his arms sliding around my waist. “We are. No distractions. No meetings. Just you, me, and Paris.” I leaned back against him, closing my eyes and enjoying the warmth of his embrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, we had no obligations pulling us in different directions. Just us. I turned in his arms, looking up a