LOGINGIANNA
~•~ Brandon and I barely had time to spend together, but now, it was ruined by his bratty little sister and their supposed family friend, aka, Brandon’s best friend, who was always a little too touchy with him. I had hoped we could leave the house but now, I was forced to stay in and have a pool day. I looked flattering in the one piece I was wearing, but Bailey’s two piece totally stole my shine. I knew I sounded bitter and jealous but I had every reason to when I was sitting alone on the sun bed and Bailey was speaking with Brandon across from me. Bernice was having fun by herself in the pool. It was obvious she didn’t come to hang out with her brother. She just wanted to bring Bailey near him. I didn’t know what kind of expression was on my face, but Brandon locked gazes with me and his eyes went wide. Eventually, he dismissed Bailey and walked toward me, but the pest trailed behind him. “Oh, I almost forgot,” Bailey said when they were within earshot. “The only reason I came today was because you forgot your wallet at my place two nights ago.” I blinked and Brandon halted, turning around immediately to face her. She didn’t let him speak though. “It’s in my purse. I’ll go get it.” As she disappeared from our sight, Brandon turned around slowly, assessing my face. I was seething but I kept my emotions in check. Two nights ago was the night of my birthday party. He had gotten a call and he’d left and didn’t come back that night. I didn’t think much of it but I didn’t think he would be with Bailey. Then again, maybe there was a good reason for it. Maybe, he merely visited and didn’t spend the night at her place. Maybe I was still insecure about their friendship. “You’re not going to ask me what she means by that?” He asked carefully. “You’re going to tell me anyway. I trust you.” It was true. I trusted him. I just didn’t trust his best friend. As a woman, I could tell she had feelings for him. I didn’t know if he couldn’t tell but he wasn’t dumb. He closed his eyes briefly, looking pained. He opened his mouth to speak, but Allison arrived with a tray, containing a jar of orange juice. Brandon usually preferred wine on our pool days, but he quickly switched to orange juice when he realized I had a fear of drowning after getting drunk. “Thanks.” I took the tray from her and placed it on the side table. “You may leave.” She looked between the two of us, knowing damn well that something was wrong, but kept her mouth shut and left as told. I sat up and poured the juice into a glass, taking a sip, still as calm as ever. “Gianna…” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Let’s talk later, okay? When they’re gone, I’ll tell you what happens, I promise.” A gasp was heard behind us and I realized the bitch was back. “Are you two fighting? I’m sorry. I thought he already told you about the night we spent together.” “Bailey!” Brandon scolded and she widened her eyes, trying to act innocent. I knew that she did it on purpose but it still did the job of hurting me. “Spent the night together?” I asked. I had tried to lie to myself that it was a mere visit. They were friends after all, but apparently not. “As in slept together?” “You didn’t tell her?” “Bailey.” He gritted out. “Shut the fuck up. One more word and I’ll throw you out.” One more word? He couldn’t even throw her out now? After all she had said, he was still tolerating her? Did he even feel bad about it? The thought of them having sex together left a bitter taste in my mouth and I felt like throwing up. I closed my eyes briefly, took a deep breath, and stood up. “Excuse me.” “Gianna.” Brandon held my arm, stopping me from walking away. “Let’s talk about this later, please.” “We’ll talk about it later. Excuse me for now.” Bailey rolled her eyes as though I was being dramatic and I had the strongest urge to pluck them out. She was acting as though she didn’t just tell me she slept with my husband; as though it wasn’t a big deal for my husband to cheat on me with her. “Please, G, calm down.” “I’m calm. Let go of me while I still am.” He released my arm slowly and I started to walk away, but his sister’s voice stopped me. “What’s going on? Did she find out about you and Brandon?” Great. So everyone but me knew my husband cheated on me. “You told Bernice?” Brandon sounded incredulous. “What? Am I not supposed to know?” “Stay out of this, Bernice. I’m not joking.” Bernice scoffed, disregarding the words of the brother she idolized. “You guys are so dramatic. Why are you acting like it’s the first time?” I whipped around immediately. “It has happened before?” “I can explain, G. It’s not what you think, please.” I shook my head. I couldn’t stay in that place any longer. I would actually throw up then. I heard Brandon calling my name as I walked away, but I pretended not to hear. I couldn’t even look at him. He said he could explain. How the hell could he salvage this?GIANNA ~•~ It was the first day of the kids’ summer break. The house was unusually quiet for a Saturday, even if the kids were in the backyard, playing together. After what happened to Isabella all those months ago, Brandon had fenced the house, making sure no one could enter from the back. There were also cameras at all corners of the house and the kids had learned not to approach any stranger. I leaned on the kitchen counter, watching Brandon at the stone. He was still wearing his pajama pants, his hair slightly messy, humming to himself. I loved mornings like this. I loved being able to watch him in the kitchen as he prepared breakfast for the family. “You’re burning them again,” I teased him, hiding my smile behind my mug. He shot me a quick look over his shoulder. “You say that all the time.” “Because you burn it all the time.” He turned back to the stove and flipped the pancake. Surprisingly, it came out golden brown. He shot me a smug look. “Progress.” I shrugge
GIANNA~•~The house looked different tonight.Maybe it was the lights. Brandon had gone all out with them. He strung warm golden bulbs along the banister and on the tree, even letting the kids pick the ornaments. It resulted in a perfect imperfect Christmas tree.I didn’t have the heart to fix it since the kids thought clustering all the ornaments in one spot looked better.Isabella, Charlotte, and Oliver sat cross-legged in front of the tree, wrapping paper scattered everywhere as they compared their presents. Charlotte was very proud of her DIY craft kit while Isabella thought her doctor’s kit was more impressive. Meanwhile, Oliver tried to convince them that his Lego set was the best.Brandon had tried to get them to open their gifts one after the other, but the plan didn’t last long. He gave up after Oliver ripped his present open before the count of three.It had been a month since we moved in together and nights like this where we all gathered still felt new.Brandon came out f
GIANNA~•~When Brandon told me Charlotte wanted the twins over for the weekend, I was honestly pleased. The kids got along very well and I was glad they were craving each other’s presence. They adjusted to each other so fast that one would think they’d known each other for years.It was impossible to say no to that.So here I was, on Friday afternoon, standing in front of his door with Isabella clutching my free hand and Oliver balancing a new toy on his chest. Shelia wouldn’t stop buying them toys. It was probably because she wasn’t the one who cleaned up after them.Before I could even knock, the door swung open and Charlotte rushed out as though she had been waiting all day.“Bella, Ollie!” She squealed, trying to wrap her tiny arms around both of them. “You’re here!”Isabella laughed, hugging her back. It seemed I was the only one she wasn’t affectionate with. Oliver, on the other hand, wiggled free after a moment, proudly showing off his new toy.Charlotte gasped as though she h
BRANDON~•~When I pulled up at my parents’ house, I saw Charlotte through the window. She was sitting cross-legged, crayons scattered around her as she focused on her coloring book.She looked peaceful and innocent, completely oblivious to the web of lies that had been built around her. Gianna was right. I needed to keep her this way for a while longer. I needed to protect her for as long as I could.I stood there, watching her for a moment before I knocked on the door and opened it to step inside.Charlotte looked up when she heard me, her face lighting up immediately. “Daddy!” She squealed, running over to hug my legs.“Hey sweetheart,” I bent down to scoop her up. “You ready to go home?”“I’m almost done coloring. We can go after I’m done.” She pointed to her book on the floor.“Of course,” I kissed her forehead and set her down. She didn’t often stay at my parents’ place but somehow she wasn’t always eager to leave. It seemed like they were treating her better than they ever trea
GIANNA~•~When Brandon told me he had gotten the results of the paternity test, I tried not to think too much about it. I had encouraged him to get it done so he could get the closure he needed but there was a part of me that prayed he’d never have to face the kind of truth that shattered a person.However, when I arrived at his house that evening, he didn’t need to say a word. The results were basically written all over his face. He sat on the couch, his laptop open in front of him, the screen black.“Brandon,” I called out softly, not wanting to startle him.He didn’t reply. He just raised his head to stare at me.“What did the results say?” I asked even if the answer was obvious.“Zero,” his tone was dry. “Not even a point one percent.”I stood there for a moment, thinking of something to say, but nothing came to mind, so I just sat beside him. “She’s not mine.” His voice cracked. “All these years, I’ve lived with the guilt that I destroyed our marriage because of a mistake. I t
BRANDON~•~When the results of the paternity test finally came, I was scared to open it. The last time I’d been this scared was when Isabella got kidnapped and Gianna got into an accident on the same day.Honestly, there was no reason to be scared. Whether Charlotte was mine or not, she was still my daughter. I’d bonded with her no matter how crazy her mom was. I’d come to love her, so I couldn’t imagine giving her up to another person.The only question was that if I wasn’t her father, then who was? Did the person know that he was her father? Would he try to take her away from me?I held my breath, staring at the computer screen for the longest time before I finally exhaled and tapped on the file.My eyes caught the number at the bottom of the document immediately.0%My heart dropped. So Bernice was telling the truth. Bailey had been lying to me for more than six years. Bernice was also an accomplice. I was confused. Bernice and I were of the same blood, sharing both parents. Why







