"I already talked to the security. He can't go near you again." Trence said. He laid me down on the bed, leaning on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat against my back—steady and reassuring. Trence gently ran his fingers through my hair, soothing me with his touch. I closed my eyes, feeling safe and protected in his arms."He said something," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Trence paused, his fingers stilling in my hair as he waited for me to continue. "He said that he was Maxine's father."Trence's grip on my waist slightly tightened, his expression turning serious. "Maxine's father?" he repeated, his voice laced with concern. I nodded."We never did it, even when we were in a relationship. I don't know how this could have happened." Trence pulled me closer, his embrace providing comfort and support."Should I believe him?" I could feel his heart beating against mine, a steady rhythm that reassured me. "I don't know," Trence finally said, his voice soft but firm."Maybe he's
I'm holding my son's hand while we are walking the path filled with roses. The sun was shining brightly overhead, casting a warm glow on the vibrant flowers. I couldn't help but smile as I watched my son's eyes light up with wonder at the beauty surrounding us. The sweet scent of the roses filled the air, creating a peaceful atmosphere as we strolled together. At that moment, I felt grateful for this simple yet precious moment with my son."'Mommy, it's time," Max said. "Maxine was waiting for you." I knelt to hug my son, feeling a mix of pride and sadness as he prepared to let go of my hand. With a bittersweet smile, I whispered, "I love you, Max.""I love you, Mom," he whispered back.He let go of me and started running away from me. As I watched him go, all I could think was that he would run like that with Maxine by his side. He left me in the middle of the field. I stood there, not knowing where to go next, feeling a sense of emptiness. The sun began to set, casting a warm glow o
Days went by, and the doctors told me that I could already be discharged from the hospital. I was relieved to finally be able to go home and see my daughter, whom I missed dearly during my time in the hospital. I couldn't wait to hold her in my arms and make up for lost time."Are you sure you are okay already?" Trence asked concern etched on his face. I assured him that I was feeling much better and couldn't wait to get back to our normal routine with our daughter by our side.I nodded. He guided me towards the wheelchair. Trence wheeled me out of the room; the tension in the air was palpable, overshadowing the relief of finally leaving the hospital. My heart skipped a beat as I heard the urgent call from the doctor, the words "code red" sending a shiver down my spine. They were running towards the ICU.I exchanged a worried glance with Trence, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on both of us. Could it be? Julia? The thought sent a wave of mixed emotions crashing over me.
"What the hell!" I exclaimed. I quickly picked up the blanket and covered my sensitive body. I reached out to the side table to find my glasses. I found them and put them on. After I wore it, I looked at the man sleeping soundly on the bed. Who is that man? This is not my boyfriend. My virginity. I reserved it. Oh God. "No, no," I whispered repeatedly. I shake my head like crazy. I messed up my hair and touched my forehead. It's not happening; I'm just dreaming. Try to remember what happened last night, Friah. I closed my eyes and tried to recall the events of the previous night. Images flashed through my mind—snippets of conversations and laughter—but nothing concrete. Panic started to rise within me as I struggled to piece together the missing memories. I was accepted into a big drama project that I am writing. They contacted me earlier, and they wanted my story to be a drama on television. We will have a meeting on Sunday. I called my friends to have a small drink in the bar whe
A horn made me look up. Louie is already outside. I walked toward him. I opened the door and got into the car. "We didn't see you last night,” he said, not paying attention to me. Do I confess to him? I'm afraid I do not understand what I'm feeling. "Because I got dizzy last night, so I just booked a hotel." I lied. As we drove in silence, I couldn't help but feel guilty about the lie I just told Louie. The weight of my secret was becoming unbearable, and I knew that sooner or later, I would have to confront the truth. I don't look at him. He kept looking outside and pretending to observe the surroundings. "It is not a hotel, Friah Natalie Marviz." He said it seriously. The car's air conditioner was on, but my forehead was sweating. I can't lie to this man. He knows me well. "What are you doing in that place? You look like you slept there.” I slowly look at him. His gaze is still straight, but I catch a glance back and forth in the rear mirror. "I don't know,” I stated. "What
"Where are you going?" Drenver asked. I went back to bed. Just stare at the ceiling. He was facing me and watching my movements.I intend to take my bag now. Because all my things are there: cards, IDs, and the key to our apartment. It's been two days since the accident happened. Ever since he came home after he left angry with me, Drenver's behavior has changed. He will watch every move I make. He is now tampering with my cell phone, which he used to not do.He gently held my face and turned it toward him. "You're leaving, Babe? I was just asking where you're going." He was smiling, but it was fake. I could sense the underlying tension in his voice and the forced smile on his face, making me uneasy. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond, but I knew deep down that something wasn't right."I'll be leaving later. Today is my meeting with the SVL company," I explain.He put his hand on my stomach. "What is your meeting for?" His hand traveled inside my pajamas until he reache
"Let's go!" Drenver called. He is looking fresh, wearing a simple black overshirt and cargo shorts. My heart is beating fast. This is the first time we met. I feel butterflies in my stomach. This is the guy I love so much. Even though he has changed, I still love him. As we walked together, I couldn't help but wonder if he could sense my unease. I knew that keeping secrets from him was not the foundation of a healthy relationship, but I couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him."Why are you so handsome? Can't we not leave?" I was joking with him.He smiled and laughed softly. I like seeing him like this. He is not mad at me anymore. Our arrangement seems to be dating like before."Let's go, Babe.” Louie is waiting, he said while getting the key."Should we stay? I'll message him, I said jokingly.“Oh, Babe, we can't do that. You also have a meeting with the producer, right?" I stood up and followed him. Carry the bag to go out.We got into the car. "Do you think I'll get that pr
"Miss, I guess this isn't for me?" I asked the woman. She handed the big bouquet to me."It's in our system, ma'am, with the flower.""Maybe you just made a mistake, Miss," I insist.I can't believe it. This is a bouquet of white tulips, my most hated flower right now. It can't be a coincidence. There are many flowers in the world; why this flower?"Okay, I'll just call." She dialed something on the phone. Someone answered the phone while she was talking. The flower caught my eye. There was a card inside. I was curious about what was inside, so I took it and read what was written. If it's not mine, I'm sorry for the owner.Missy.I quickly put the card back, and I pretended I didn't care. One word, one name. It sounds familiar to me."I'm sorry, ma'am; it's mislabeled." She took the flower again. I forced a smile and thanked her for the bag. I also left there and walked back to Louie's car. He didn't park the car and just waited outside.I opened the car door and sat down. Louie just l