KELLAN'S P.O.VA sense of dread coiled low in my gut. I don't know why, but this was very similar to that ‘Parasite’ I had felt on my way to bring back Ashley from Dallas.This feeling—whatever it was-was heightened by the events of the past three days.Everything was short of chaotic and...strange. First, it was visiting July's home and learning that Ashley hadn't lived there for a long while.I didn't lose the hope or zeal I had gone with, so with those lilies and pink roses seated in the back seat of my car, waiting for me to hand them over to the rightful owner, I had propped open my laptop and searched for Ashley.On a normal day, if things were normal and not...strange, finding Ashley shouldn't have been a problem for anyone —especially me, a tech genius.But to my utmost shock and sudden dread, her database was wiped clean from the internet. It was as if Ashley Harrington or Ashley Langston had never existed.Strange. Dreadful and purposefully.It was too clean, the work too w
ASHELY’S P.O.V.Tobias, I've concluded, wanted something from me.I tried not to harden my jaw as the kettle whistled, jerking me out of my thoughts. About five minutes ago, he knocked on my door asking if I was busy or needed help. I said no, of course, but then he volunteered to look at the faulty faucet I had mentioned in passing.“Sugar?” I asked, not looking away from the kettle.I wish July or any of the girls were around today, because how do I handle all the awkwardness? How do I politely tell Tobias that I wasn't in the right state of mind to entertain guests?I could feel him standing by the doorway, checking out my apartment with that grin of his. “Yes, please,” He answered from behind me.I took the kettle off the burner and poured hot water into a mug of tea. After two swirls with a spoon, I turned to him.Tobias was indeed leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed and a gleam in his eyes as he watched me walk towards him. I tried not to cringe or let my expression of
ASHELY’S P.O.V.A few days passed and things were as normal as they could be.July was living with me now— Temporarily living with me as she likes to put it. I know she's here because of my and my baby's welfare. The girls have taken my home as theirs too, and together, with all their chaos and laughter, it feels less alone.For some moments, I even forgot about him. The hatred in his eyes, the pain I had caused him, I forgot that I was causing him more pain by keeping the knowledge of his unborn daughter away, and I forgot the reasons why I chose to in the first place.But those moments were few, rare. And whenever reality slammed into my face like a merciless whip, wherever I thought of Genevieve's threats of what he might do to Kellan, my unborn daughter, of ways I could stop her, it was....A shudder ripped through me, and I winced as my daughter kicked me—hard. Like she knew I was falling into those depressing thoughts. A smile began blooming on my lips and I rubbed my stomach f
KELLAN'S P.O.VEverything reminded me of what I had done.Every mile, signpost, and second spent driving through the road as I returned to her. “Please, Ashley,” I whispered, bending to take a turn. “I am sorry.”And that was the truth, I had said and done things in anger that I shouldn't have, now I'm wallowing in regret. I tore my eyes from the road and spared a glance at my wrist watch. Even though I was driving at top speed, time seemed to slow down.“Please, Ashley.” My heart caved whenever I said her name.Dad said I should listen to her out. But as I drove down to July's, I didn't imagine what she'd say, I didn't imagine what her reaction would be to see me, if she'd be angry or not, heck I didn't even want her to explain I just needed her back home. We could sort everything out later. My grip on the steering wheel tightened, and I blinked a few times to clear the hazy mist that was now clouding my eyes. What was it with this constant back and forth for months? Isn't it clea
KELLAN'S P.O.VDallas's quiet was different from Austin's quiet.At least there, it buzzed with work and people and meetings, the noise could make the murmurs in my head less loud, but tonight, sitting on the porch with my old man, under the full light with the sound of crickets and the tinkle of our glasses, the silence was deafening.I cut a glance at the man next to me who was on his third bottle of beer. His dark hair was streaked with grey and his eyes were always hollow. My father had been an alcoholic since I was a kid. After my mom's death, he managed to curb his excessive intake, but every now and then, he still loses his self to alcohol.Even though I sent them lavish gifts and plenty of money, I rarely visited my family, and by family, I meant my father and grandmother. They were the only family I had. Both my parents were only children so I have no uncles, aunts, or cousinsFather slammed his bottle of beer down on the small stool between us. “I don't believe it” he voice
ASHLEY'S P.O.VSquare one.You could say I was back to square one. No, actually, square one was better. Square one was me watching cheesy romance with the girls, eating everything Jackie offered me.Square one was me wishing Kellan would give me his time and attention and hadn't lost sight of our marriage and love.Square one was where the girls tried to fix me up with a blind date that Kellan hijacked just to see me.So no, I wasn't in square one. I was lower in a deep, bottomless pit. Whatever this place is, I can tell you it's not rosy. I've cried so much I ran out of tears and energy too, if it weren't for the girls who had turned my apartment into a camping base, I didn't know what I would have done.Two days.It's been two whole days since Kellan reached into my chest, pulled out my heart, and smashed it. Since then, I've considered calling him more times than I can count.Every time I type a text addressed to Kellan, explaining the conditions surrounding the baby and why I cou