Ethan's p.o.vI pulled over at a distance from afar as I wait for Freya's car to pass by so I can pull my usual trick on the old man again.But hours passed by and I couldn't see any traces of her car, or her, coming forth.Damn it! She ought to have been back. It's evening already. Or perhaps, she had returned earlier today.Impatient and by the look of the weather, I hopped out of my car and strode towards the gateman at the entrance."Good day, Sir," I greeted but not without a confident and convincing smile curling up my lips."Hello, Master. How is it going?" The old man retorted, reciprocating with a smile. His eyes narrowed as his gaze met mine. "Wait, I think know you. You are Mrs. Freya's....Uhm...""Worker," I lied, reminding him. "And I have come to deliver some files she had asked me to."The old man's silence left me guessing like a fool and his gawk at me was a complete definition of 'you sure about that?'"Everything alright —Sir?" my tone was neutral."Are you sure, M
Ethan's p.o.v"Thank you so much, Mr. Hamster. I believe your partnership with our empire will not only help foster our relationship but also facilitate each other's growth."The conference room ascended into a soft series of handshakes, smiles and congratulations as we finally bagged a new deal with one of the most prominent and first natural stones mining company in the country. Unreal!It was a really tough fight. From late night calls, to attending conferences, making the right connections and just doing everything that I can lay my mind and hands on just to revive my empire. And now, finally, the pain, pressure, sleepless nights and failure's worth it.It was hard trying to convince Mr. Hamster, who is president of the company. But perhaps, he saw through me and the good potential my company could have with the new plan I had had drafted out."I believe so too, Mr. Slade. And I'm sure your father wouldn't have been more proud of you." Mr. Hamster said but not without a handshak
Ethan's p.o.vThe more revelations I hear Juliana expose, the more I hold on tight for sanity sake. "What?!" Her face squeezed into an interrogating grimace. "You mean you didn't send any of those, Ethan? Because there's absolutely no way you didn't or couldn't have."I flipped my hair roughly to the back, perplexed. "I swear, Juliana. I swear on my dead parents graves that I know absolutely nothing about these letter. The first day I ever got a letter from Freya, I had intended to send some only to be met with heartbreaking words. I mean why would I be asking of my own child now and not the very first day I met her at your wedding with Mark? I'm sure if not for the person that had sent me that anonymous letter about my child with her, I probably wouldn't have known."I find myself literally streaming tears, completely broken in front of Juliana as I felt the redness of my own face. But I couldn't care.I just need to know if Freya has been lying to me or not about Junior. Those blu
Ethan's p.o.vI knocked on the door and two little children came to open it. "Hello, lovelies," I waved at them.An older feminine voice followed as her foot steps approached us all by the door. "Charlotte. Leon. Who is it—" her words cut as soon as she saw me by the door."Ethan?""Hello, Juliana. It's been a while."After the final divorce process has been finalized, Jane and I have parted ways peacefully and respectfully. Memories of my heated argument with Freya would usually replay in my head, flooding my thoughts each time I take Dylan to school and see Junior.I try my very best as much as possible not to trespass with him, but at some point, I wanted to snatch a strand of his hair for a DNA but I knew better the implications if I dared to.And so, I chose the other way instead. To visit Juliana— the only one whom I believe can erase my confusion about Junior being my child or at least have an idea on whom might have sent the letter."How have you been?" I asked Juliana as s
Freya's p.o.vDamian dropped me gently and my feet landed softly on the marble floor in our bedroom. I felt an ugly shiver run down my spine as his thumb caressed my cheek, his manly hand cupping my side of the face."Thank you, Freya," he said. "You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you for finally giving me a chance."Although he doesn't know it yet that the reason I had agreed to the marriage was because of his ailing health and the little time he has left before the disease completely take over.But this is a man who had seen me, held me up and believed in me when no one did yet he chose to keep his pain away from me. Honestly, I'd do this over again just to make the last years of his life memorable.I held Damian's hand as his thumb continued to caress my face sending shots of shivers all over my body. "I love you, Damian. I really do. And thank you being the best partner and father to my child. I couldn't have asked for anything more."My wedding gown was strapless,
Freya's p.o.v "Yes, I do."The statement finally expelled my lips as I stood right in front of him at the altar of the grand cathedral, him holding my hands as the sunlight streaming through the stained glass windows seemed to mock me.My heart felt heavy, weighed down by the secret residing within. I am marrying Damian, the son of the most richest man in the city and arguably the country, not out of love, but rather out of obligation and respect.Damian had been kind to me throughout the years ever since I got to know him. Right from my course of internship at his company to this very minute, he had and has always been there to lend me a helping hand when I needed it the most. He had helped me get my life back after my last break-up and he would literally drag me to watch the sunset after a long period of neglect. Just recently, I got to know that he has been battling cancer and the disease has been eating him up real bad. I thought of all of our moments together and how unfair I ha