SIX YEARS LATER
(Allison's POV) As I stepped out of the airport, a rush of memories flooded back, bringing with them everything I left behind in California six years ago. The sights, sounds, even the scent in the air—it all felt just like yesterday. Nothing had truly changed, yet everything had. California had been my home, a place of both pain and love, and while it was a difficult decision to leave, I knew it had been the right one. Moving away allowed me to heal, to shed old wounds, and to reinvent myself in a way I didn’t think was possible. Now, I was here again, but this time as a successful businesswoman who had risen from the ashes of her past. My journey to success hadn’t been the glamorous kind you see in the movies. It was real, gritty, filled with obstacles that felt insurmountable at times. I had to fight, to push myself harder than I ever thought I could. A small voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Mummy!" My son’s voice, clear and filled with excitement, brought me back to the present. His small feet raced toward me, his face lit up with joy, and in that moment, I saw a reflection of Scott in his blue eyes. My secretary, Bonnie, followed him closely, smiling as she approached us, having just returned from the restroom where Liam insisted on going. "Liam!" I grinned, my heart swelling with happiness. As he reached me, I scooped him up, tickling him gently, and his laughter filled the air, bright and contagious. He was my source of strength, the light in my life that kept me going through the toughest times. Moving to New York all those years ago had been challenging—there were moments when I was consumed by doubts, wondering if I had made the right decision. But each time I thought of the baby growing inside me, I found the resolve to move forward. I wanted to give him a world filled with love and possibilities. Today, that tiny life inside me was now a five-year-old boy with his own thoughts and dreams, a little person with a heart so pure and a spirit so strong. "Mummy, is our new house ready?" Liam asked, his eyes wide with curiosity as he looked up at me. I nodded, ruffling his soft hair with affection. "Yes, it’s all ready for us, and guess what? Aunty Hilda and Uncle Alex are so excited to see you," I replied with a warm smile, watching his face light up. "Yay! Let’s go, Mummy. I want to see Uncle Alex so we can play a game together!" he exclaimed eagerly, referring to my younger brother, whom he adored. During my years in New York, Alex and my Aunt Hilda had been a lifeline for us. They visited often, bringing a piece of home with them every time, and Liam had quickly bonded with Alex. They were inseparable, always finding new games and adventures to share. "Why do I feel like you love Uncle Alex more than me?" I teased, pretending to be hurt, watching as Liam’s face turned serious. "That's not true, Mummy. You’ll always be my favorite person," he replied earnestly, leaning forward to kiss my cheek, his sweetness melting my heart. "And you’ll always be Mummy’s favorite person too," I murmured, kissing his cheek in return. His giggle filled the car as Bonnie helped us load our luggage into the trunk. Soon, we were on our way to the new home I had purchased before coming back to California—a fresh start, in a place that felt familiar and yet different. "Uncle Alex!" Liam shouted the moment we arrived, running into Alex’s open arms. "Let’s play a game! I’m going to win this time!" "Are you sure you don’t want to rest first?" Alex chuckled, his eyes warm as he looked at my son. Alex was in his final year of engineering school, nearly ready to graduate and take on the world himself. "No! I want to play, and I’m going to win this time!" Liam insisted, his face filled with determination. Watching them together brought a smile to my face—Liam, so full of life, and Alex, who had always been a calming presence in our lives. While they discussed their games, Aunt Hilda and I unpacked and started settling into the new house. Bonnie had already left to see her family—she too was originally from California, so this return was a reunion of sorts for her as well. "Are you sure you don’t want to live here with me? I have plenty of rooms," I asked Aunt Hilda, hoping she’d consider it. She gave me a gentle smile, shaking her head. "We’ve been through this, Allison. I can’t leave my home. It’s filled with memories of my late husband," she replied softly. I nodded, understanding her perspective. Aunt Hilda was more than an aunt; she was the mother figure who had taken Alex and me in after our parents passed away. She raised us as her own, filling our lives with love and stability even as she carried her own sorrows. "Don’t worry, dear. I’ll be here all the time to help you settle in," she assured me, and we shared a warm hug. Days passed quickly as we settled back into California life. I enrolled Liam in one of the best schools, and I threw myself into preparing for the official launch of my company. It had always been my dream to own a clothing line, a company that stood for creativity, confidence, and empowerment. To see that dream take form was thrilling. "Everything is ready for the launch, Allison," Bonnie informed me, passing over a few documents for me to sign. Her excitement was contagious, and I knew we were onto something incredible. Later, when it was time to pick Liam up from school, I decided to surprise him with some of his favorite chocolates. I made a quick stop at the store and was browsing through the candy aisle, trying to pick out Liam's chocolate when a familiar voice startled me. "A box of chocolates" I froze. That voice—it was unmistakable, one that had once meant the world to me and later shattered it. I took a step forward, but my feet faltered when I saw Scott paying for a box of chocolates that had just been handed to him. He had a smile on his face, one that reminded me of Liam's whenever I gave him a box of chocolates. Before I could turn on my heels and leave, Scott's eyes met mine, and his smile vanished, replaced by an expression of shock at seeing me again after six long years. The box of chocolates slipped from his hands as he stared at me. "A--Allie?" he muttered under his breath.(Writer's POV) "Alex!!!!" Clara screamed his name loudly, holding a megaphone, standing outside his house. He had gone back to his apartment but was still grieving over what Bonnie had said to him. He had even taken a few days off from work. "Alex!!!" she called again, her right hand holding the megaphone and her left hand placed on her waist like the troublemaker she is. "Come out of your house, Alex!!!" she shouted again. The other residents were all staring at her from their windows, but Clara isn't the shy type, so she cared less about their unending stares. "Alex!!!!" Alex finally came out of the house, giving her a scornful look. "What the heck is your problem?" he demanded, because indeed Clara had a problem. Who in their right mind comes to someone's house to scream their name through a megaphone? That person had to be Clara—she acts crazy when she wants to and sweet when she feels like it, and right now, she's totally in her crazy mood. Clara approached him with a
(Writer's POV) Bonnie lay on the bed with sadness written all over her face. She was still not over her breakup with Peter. It hurt because he was the first man she had ever opened her heart to love. Her relationships with other men over the years were mainly for fun and not because she wanted something serious. "I guess this is how my exes felt whenever I broke their hearts. This is karma slapping you in the face, Bonnie" she murmured to herself, wiping the tears from her eyes. The door creaked open, and knowing it's her mom, Bonnie pretended to be asleep. Right now, she didn't want another epistle from her mom. Her parents had already found out that the man she was dating was gay. Her dad was considerate about how she felt, but her mom only gave her an earful about not choosing the right man. "Bonnie," she called out, but Bonnie pretended to be sleeping while faking a yawn. "Don't trick me, Bonnie, because it's pretty obvious you're not sleeping," her mom said. Bonnie
(Scott's POV) "I furrowed my eyebrows as Peter handed his resignation letter to me, his head bowed in what I couldn't read—maybe guilt or shame, I couldn't tell." "Why are you handing your resignation letter to me?" I asked. "I'm sure you must've heard what I did to Bonnie. She's Allison's friend, and you really care about those who are important to her," he muttered. "So you made a decision on your own, by wanting to resign? You think that's what I would want from you?" I inquired. He looked at me, but he didn't say a word. "I asked you before if you sincerely loved Bonnie, and you told me you love her, only for me to find out you were using her to cover up your real relationship. If you had a sister, and she was treated the way you made a fool out of Bonnie, would you have found it funny?" I asked, and Peter shook his head. "I'm angry about what you did, but that doesn't mean I'm going to have you fired. Being gay isn't such a big deal—you're the one seeing it that way
(Allison's POV) Bonnie held her cheek as she looked at me in surprise. She hadn’t expected me to slap her—neither did I. But she had gone too far, and I needed to make her think straight because it was so obvious she had lost it. She even dared to sleep with my brother! “Did you just slap me?” she questioned. “Yes,” I answered firmly. “I slapped you, Bonnie, and I will do it over and over again if you don’t watch your tongue. I came here so I could talk to you, but it’s obvious you’ve gone mad. You should see a psychiatrist because that’s what you need!” I snapped at her and turned to leave, but Bonnie held my hand. “Allison,” her voice choked with tears. I turned to look at her, and she was already shedding tears. “You were right about Peter. He doesn’t love me like he claims he does. He’s gay, and he was just using me to hide the fact that he’s gay. I was just so heartbroken when I found out the truth from him, and I didn’t know how to face you because you’ve been right all a
(Allison's POV) I blushed hard as Scott slipped his hands around my waist. "Aren’t you becoming obsessed with me?" I simpered. "Yes. I’m madly obsessed with you," he whispered, kissing my cheeks, and I blushed even harder. "I’m going to try my best to make up for the times I wasn’t there for you," he whispered again, and I chuckled. "Aren’t you going to work?" I asked, even though I wanted him to stay at home with me. I didn’t have much to do at my clothing line, so I decided to take a day off from work. We had the house all to ourselves because Liam and Clara visited Aunt Hilda. "Work can wait. You’re more important than anything in the world." "Stop being cheesy." "Do you love it or hate it?" he murmured. I licked my lower lip with a smile. "I love it," I answered, and he kissed my cheek again with his hands hovering around me. "I want to eat you up right now… I just can’t get enough of you," he said as he turned me to face him. I blushed like a teenager in love. He pecke
(Writer's POV) "Do you want to eat lunch with us?" a group of female interns asked Alex, who had buried his head in his work. Alex lifted his head from his computer and smiled at them. "No, I can't. I have to finish my assignment." "We all have assignments to do, but that doesn't mean we can't go out to eat, right? Come on, Alex, join us, it's going to be my treat," one of them said while the rest nodded their heads, smiling at him. Alex is the most handsome one among the male interns, so every female interns wanted to bond with him. "I'm really sorry, but I can't. Maybe next time." "That's what you always say. Why can't you hang out with us? Do you have a girlfriend who is so toxic?" another asked. "I don't have a girlfriend," he muttered. "More reason you should hang out with us. You never know, you might like one of us," another said and the rest giggled. Alex looked at them and sighed. He knew it would be impossible for him to love another girl who isn't Bonnie.
(Writer's POV) Bonnie smiled sweetly as she designed the cake she had just baked with lots of love petals. She was planning on giving it to Peter because it was his birthday today. "I'm sure he's going to love it," she blushed. "What are you doing, Bonnie?" her mom asked when she entered the kitchen with her dad. Her parents came over to spend the weekend with her. "I'm baking a cake for Peter. It's his birthday today," she smiled. "Who's Peter?" her dad asked. "Peter is her boyfriend. The man she has refused to introduce to us," her mom answered on her behalf. "Mom, it's not like I don't want to introduce him to you. He's been busy and that's why I'm yet to introduce him to both of you," as always, she defended Peter. "No man is too busy for the woman he loves. If he really loves you, he would make time to be with you and get to know your family," her dad said. "Peter isn't like other men. Besides, he doesn't need to be with me every day before I can be convinced he loves me
(Scott's POV) I stared at Allison, waiting for her to say something, but she remained quiet, just staring back at me with eyes filled with guilt. "When you said you spent the night at Elena's house because she was having issues with her husband... was that a lie? Did you spend the night in his hotel suite—and kiss him?" I asked again, hoping she’d say something—anything at all. "Yes, she did, Scott," Stefan answered on her behalf. "She lied to you. Gosh, her lips were so soft when I kissed her. Tasted like vanilla," he added, clearly trying to provoke me. I fell for it and punched him in the face. Anger and jealousy surged through me knowing he had kissed Allison—my woman. When she said she’d been celibate after we broke up, I felt honored. It meant I was still the only man who had been privileged to kiss her, touch her, and do whatever I wanted with her body. But now, I’d just found out Stefan had kissed her. Stefan laughed, wiping the blood from his lips. "You're so pisse
(Allison's POV) My aunt and my brother were beyond shocked when I told them how Stefan had lied about being crippled. Aunt Hilda and I had visited Alex in his condo, and I decided to tell them about it, but I left out the part where he tried to rape me. They wouldn't take it lightly, especially Alex. I didn't want more drama, which was why I deleted that part from our conversation. "I still can't believe Stefan could lie about being crippled. I thought he was a decent man," Aunt Hilda said, clicking her tongue. I also thought the same way, but now I understood who he truly is, behind the facade he was putting on. "I'm sure he did that just to get your attention, sis. Have you talked to him?" Alex asked. He wouldn't have asked such a question if I had told him Stefan tried to rape me. He would have been on his way to confront Stefan right now. I smiled and shook my head. Ever since the day he tried to rape me, I blocked his number. Scott had insisted we file a case agains