Third POV***After spending hours in the bathroom, Henry finally came out, his face appearing a bit paler than usual.Now Abigail was done with the drawings, she hadn't even noticed that he was in the bathroom and only saw him walking towards his table.She couldn't help herself from wondering why his face was pale, maybe he was hungry, she thought innocently.When she glanced at the time on the wall, it was already a quarter past two.Abigail's stomach growled, signaling her that she was hungry. She knew she had to eat something, and soon, or she would be driven to madness by the constant ache in her belly.Abigail gathered up the papers on the desk and held them out to Henry. He took them with a nod and gestured for her to set them down on the table. She did so, placing them carefully on the surface.Her stomach growled louder and this time it did not escape Henry's ears.Henry picked up the phone, punching in the number of his favorite Italian restaurant. He ordered three plates o
Abigail's POV***"Goodnight Joyce" I bid her goodbye and held Audrey in my hand tightly, to prevent him from wandering off."Mommy, is this our new car?" Audrey's voice filled with excitement as he questioned, and I shook my head subtly, my movements conveying a silent - NO. He looked disappointed and a pout formed on his lips."Go in baby," I said to Audrey, opening the back door of the car. He obediently hopped in, and I closed the door before getting into the front seat."Is there a problem Sir?"Henry, my boss, was staring at my son with a peculiar look on his face, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy. Was he judging my parenting skills? "Daddy Daddy, you finally came for me." Audrey's eyes lit up as he caught sight of Henry, his face beamed with joy. He sprinted forward and threw his arms around my boss, clinging to him tightly. "Daddy?" I thought, understanding why he must have been confused. If I was a stranger, I would have also thought the same.Henry's eyes widened in s
Third POV***The morning light streamed through the window, landing directly on Henry's eyes. He squinted, trying to block out the bright rays as he blinked and attempted to wake up. He had slept on the sofa at night and surprisingly this was one of the best nights he had ever had in ages."Daddy, you are awake."Henry's eyes shot open, only to be greeted by the sight of a small, round face hovering above him. Startled, he sat up, wondering how a child had gotten so close to him without his knowledge. As he took in the child's features, he realized that he recognized the little face - it was Audrey, his son.Everything that happened was not a dream, it was indeed real. He really had a son that wasn't a product of his imagination.As Henry saw Audrey's face, a wide grin spread across his face and he sat up from the sofa."It's not a dream," Henry murmured, the words feeling strange and unfamiliar as he spoke them aloud. He reached out and touched Audrey's shoulder, needing physical c
Third POV***"It's all my fault," Henry said, his voice filled with remorse. "I hope you can forgive me, and that you'll find it in your heart to understand." He stood up from the couch and walked towards the dining room.A few minutes later, Henry and Audrey came out from the dining room. He moved towards the front door, Audrey trailing closely behind him.Placing his hands on the doorknob, he turned back and said, "You should take a day off, I will take him to school by myself."Abigail let out a long sigh as she watched Henry and Audrey leave in a red Rolls Royce Boat Tail.Thirty minutes had passed since he dropped Audrey off in school.Stepping out of his car, Henry was met by the maids who greeted him with a bow. They stood straight, their hands folded neatly in front of them.No one dared to disrespect the young master, they all held their breath upon his arrival.Henry didn't even acknowledge the maids' greetings, his gaze focused on the front door. As he got to the entrance,
Third POV***"Pick him up and bring him straight to me. Hurry up!" Henry's voice was cold and dismissive, he ended the call and turned to look at the letter that was neatly placed on his table.He knew the letter could only be from one person - his Grandfather, who was fond of sending letters instead of texts. He picked up the letter and ran a hand over the crisp, thick paper, the familiar handwriting visible through the envelope.Henry's eyes traced over the letter, scanning the neat cursive handwriting. His gaze lingered on each word, taking in the message. As he read, his brow furrowed, and his lips pressed into a tight line. "The granddaughter of my best friend, Aaron, will be waiting at Emperor five five-star restaurant, I have set a romantic lunch for you both. I will be expecting you there by 5 pm."Henry scoffed, re-reading the letter. The same old message, just like all the other letters he'd received from his grandfather over the years. when will Grandfather ever get ti
Abigail's POV***"oh where's my Audrey, it's time for dinner and he's nowhere to be found. " I said, worry evident in my tone.My anticipation turned into frustration as I waited for a response, only to be met with the same automatic voicemail that I had heard countless times.With a frustrated sigh, I let out a loud hiss. For hours now, I had been calling the office line over and over again, but I just kept getting sent to voicemail. It was getting more and more frustrating as each call went unanswered. My pulse quickened and I could hear the sound of my heartbeat. Even my palms felt wet and cold, as I gripped the phone tighter."Where could they be?" I thought as I bit my fingernails anxiously.It was already 7 pm, and I still hadn't received a single text or message from him. Not even the office line had responded to my calls. To make matters worse, I only had the office telephone and I even called Elena, to ask if she had seen him in his office but she said Henry didn't come to
Abigail's POV***"why didn't you bring my son back home? Do you have any idea how worried I was?" I spat angrily at Henry who was walking towards us, he crossed his arms and had a serious expression on his face."He is also my son Abigail and this is his home." He said with a proud gesture towards his house."This isn't home, we have a place that we stay and you should have at least informed me that you were going to spend a little time with him." I was enraged and I looked at him with bloodshot eyes.Henry shook his head as if I had said something stupid. "He will be living in this house from today henceforth, I won't let him go back to that rathole you call a house.""We never complained, did we?" I asked, my words laced with irritation as I clenched my fist in anger.Instead, he ignored me and looked at Audrey, I followed his eyes to meet Audrey and I noticed that he was looking really sad, as if he was about to cry any minute from now."Come on Audrey, let's leave this place. We
Third POV***"I'm making some soup, would you like to have some?" Henry asked, coming out from the kitchen with an apron tied around his neck. Despite his disheveled appearance, there was something undeniably attractive about him, and Abigail found herself blushing as she looked at him. He was like a dark and handsome devil, with an air of mystery about him."No, he isn't that attractive." She muttered to herself as if trying to deny the obvious."Yes," Abigail answered, after a moment of hesitation. She had not realized how hungry she was until now, and the thought of a hot bowl of soup was suddenly very appealing. After getting the confirmation he needed, he turned away and went back into the kitchen. He couldn't help but blame himself for what had happened earlier, and he felt like he had made a terrible mistake. He knew he shouldn't have released her hands forcefully, he blamed himself again for treating her badly.It was all his fault, she was the mother of his son and he shou