Larisa's pov I let my phone ring, and the call ended. I knew he would call back almost immediately, and within a few seconds, my phone rang again. What should I say to him? Deep down, I felt furious, but I decided to answer the call. "Hello..." For the first time we spoke, I chose not to use any endearing term. "What's going on, Larisa?"I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed like he thought he was talking to a clueless little girl. "Hello, Larisa," he said when he didn't hear my voice. "You don't sound like yourself. What's happening? I'm confused. What did I do?" "Who told Taylor that I'm pregnant?" I asked. "I never told Taylor. In fact, we haven't spoken in the past four days. Why would I tell him when you didn't ask me to?" "Dylan, please listen to me. Your reaction when I told you about my pregnancy made it clear that you told him. I don't want to argue. I answered your call so you would stop calling me. Please don't call me again." I ended the call. As s
Author’s pov As Larisa's mother failed to hear her daughter's voice or identify who had entered the house, she cautiously reduced the flame of her cooking gas and stepped out of the kitchen. Upon reaching the living room, she discovered the sitting room was empty. "Where has Larisa gone?" she pondered silently, noticing the open exit door. She proceeded out of the living room and spotted Larisa standing at a distance. Initially, she thought Taylor was beside her, engaged in an argument. However, the closer she approached, the clearer it became that the person standing with her was not Taylor, but an exact replica. "Believe me, I can swear on anything you want me to..." Dylan's voice trailed off as both he and Larisa were engrossed in their argument, oblivious to Larisa's mother's presence. "Larisa..." Her words startled them, and they immediately fell silent. Larisa couldn't hide her frustration as she stomped her right foot on the ground. "You must be Taylor's..." "Twin b
Author's pov “He didn't even tell me that he was going to Larisa's house? How am I going to feel when we get there? This is the most bizarre moment of my life. I was so carried away by my complicated situation between Larisa and I.” So many thoughts were going through the minds of Dylan as he drove the car towards Larisa's house. He was going on the right way and he suddenly asked himself, “What if Taylor asked me how I knew Larisa's house?” Then he deliberately entered a wrong path. “No, not this way…” Taylor said at once and pointed at the right road and it was at this time Taylor remembered that he had not told Dylan about the pregnancy of Larisa. “Dylan, I just remembered what I said I will tell you face to face,” and he was so excited, but Dylan looked very dull. “My girlfriend, Larisa, is pregnant with my baby?” Dylan knew his brother so well that if he didn't seem happy with what he told him, he would immediately say on another occasion that Dylan was jealous of
Dylan’s pov It was so difficult to see someone that I loved so much pushed me away and threw back my feelings on my face. How on earth am I going to tell her that I was the one who told Taylor that she was pregnant. On the plane back to my place, I sat close to the window looking outside and I wasn’t seeing anything as my heart and mind were not with me. I am completely bewildered and Taylor didn’t tell me that he was going to Larisa’s house. Assuming he told me, I wouldn’t have gone to his place. There would have been a hundred and one excuses that I would have told him. When I came down from the plane, I took my phone and dialed Larisa’s number to see if she had unblocked me, but my number was still blocked. Have I actually lost Larisa? Why did we even start it in the first place? It wasn’t the fault of both of us. It was something that happened simultaneously and we became in love. Just a moment with her from the airport when he came to pick me up changed my perception of love
Larisa’s pov Despite my lingering anger towards my mother, I couldn't resist the invitation from Taylor's mother to visit their home. Eagerly, I prepared myself and made my way to their house, leaving Taylor with all his troubles. Taylor's mother greeted me with genuine delight, and as we sat down for dinner, an unexpected visitor interrupted our meal with persistent knocks on the front door. "I'll get it!" I said, rising from my seat, while Tyler and Charlotte turned their attention and followed me. Opening the door, I was met by the sight of a tall, striking young woman. Our eyes met, and it was evident that we were strangers to each other. "Please come in," I shrugged, gesturing towards the dining table. "Who is that?" Charlotte inquired, noticing the fleeting exchange between us. "Good evening, Mrs. Charlotte," the newcomer greeted as she entered, her presence now visible to both Tyler and Charlotte. "Tessy!" Tyler exclaimed. "You came?" he said, while I secured the do
Author’s pov Tyler stood by the window, observing as Larisa walked away from the house. He stared at her intently and thought, "She looks exactly like Charlotte did when I first saw her many years ago." Just then, he heard the door open and turned to see Charlotte entering the room. "Taylor is fortunate that Larisa became pregnant after rejecting his attitude," he said to himself. Charlotte approached him and glanced out the window, hoping to catch another glimpse of Larisa. "She's gone quite far," Tyler said, holding Charlotte's right hand as they both peered out. " She's such a beautiful young woman, and she's been with Taylor for quite a few months," Charlotte said, and the room fell silent once again. "Do you think she'll stay with Taylor after giving birth?" Tyler asked. "I hope so, but I have my doubts. By the way, about Tessy, when you left us in the sitting room, she mentioned that she's the only one reaching out to Dylan on the phone. Has Dylan distanced himself
Larisa’s pov There's no greater feeling than knowing that the mission you're about to take will lead you to see the most enchanting person in your life. That's exactly how I felt when I left Taylor's parents' house, pretending I was going to a nearby grocery store to pick up a few things. The escape was smooth, and neither Tyler nor Charlotte suspected a thing. They trusted me and didn't feel the need to accompany me. What should have been just an hour or two journey took me far away. Dyan had already booked a flight for me. All I had to do was leave the house and make my way to the airport. It was as simple as that. Out of love and affection, I left my clothes and bag behind, not wanting to leave any traces of my departure. What can compare to the bliss of love and laughter? Nothing! Not even the expensive clothes Taylor bought for me. Material possessions can be replaced anytime, but my love for Dyan is irreplaceable. There's nothing sweeter than being forgiven by someone you de
Author’s pov Dylan was still taken aback by Taylor's sudden appearance and didn't have a moment to go inside and inform Larisa. He tried to gather himself and opened the door, allowing Taylor to enter, assuming Larisa hadn't heard them. "How did you manage to get to New York so early?" Dylan kept his gaze fixed on Taylor as he took a seat on the chair to the right. "Excuse me, let me change my clothes," Dylan quickly said, leaving the living room and heading inside, where he spotted Larisa standing near the door, eavesdropping. "How did he find out I was in New York?" Larisa whispered, her voice hushed. "I don't know, he must have taken the night flight. Stay calm, stay here. Let me go and talk to him. I came here to inform you," Dylan replied, forgetting to change out of his nightwear. His primary intention was to let Larisa know that his brother was around, unaware that she had overheard their conversation.When Dylan returned to the living room, still clad in his nightgow