She glanced at Thunder, embarrassed. His smile was forced. She also noticed his clenched fist. She had no idea why.Was he hurting? She hoped her guess was wrong.“I’m sorry,” she said to him.“It’s okay.” He started driving out of the parking lot.Their ride was quiet. Only their sighs could be heard, aside from the hum of the engine. She thanked him when he opened the door for her, but he only nodded.She went inside ahead of him. She turned to glance at Thunder one last time before going in. She headed straight to their child’s room. King was fast asleep.She stared at her son’s face. As days passed, she started seeing her boss’s face in him. She shook her head and shut her eyes. Maybe it was the good night kiss earlier. But her view didn’t change—the nose, the lips, the brows, even the shape of his jaw.She didn’t realize she had fallen asleep while stroking her son’s cheek.She was awakened the next day by her son’s voice. The nanny was inside the room. Apparently, they were play
Ira couldn’t stop thinking all sorts of things about Astin. He had Elisa with him during lunch, and now there’s Barbie waiting at his office. And then, they’ve already had something happen between them a few times.What really is their status? What exactly is she to her boss? A rebound? A bedwarmer? Just when she finally accepted that she wasn’t really Thunder’s wife. Just when she was ready to give Astin a chance, did he already change his mind?She couldn’t help but ask herself. Were he and those other women doing the same things she did with Astin? If so, why was he taking advantage of her amnesia when he had a girlfriend all along?She glanced at her boss. He was practically flying the car just to see that Barbie, was too excited just to see that woman. She rolled her eyes at him. Good thing he wasn’t looking—his eyes were on the road.She pressed her chest. Her heart ached. She felt pain every time she thought of his girlfriend. She felt like just another woman to him. Were they
“I’m expecting an important document today. Please put it on my desk.” Laura turned to her boss. She was in the middle of making photocopies.“Noted,” she replied and went back to her task.He was leaving for an appointment.Soon, a large envelope and a box arrived. She immediately brought them to his office. But the door wouldn’t open, so she went back to her desk and set them aside. She’d just borrow the key from Ms. Andrea later—maybe her boss accidentally locked it. She figured she’d wait for him to return.Astin didn’t return, so she left the file and box beside her stack of pending documents.She’d done so much today. She even had to bring home more work to finish.She didn’t realize she had accidentally taken the envelope meant for the boss until she was already home.Thunder walked up to her as she stared at the envelope.“What’s that?” he asked, peeking at it. He paused when he saw what it was.“It’s for my boss. I didn’t notice it got mixed with the files I brought home.”“I
Suddenly, Ira shoved Astin away when the elevator doors opened. She was mortified—they had nearly been caught by the people getting in. He was so aggressive, always lunging at her.They let the last passengers step out before walking off. They were already at the parking area by then.“Astin, please. My husband and son are still upstairs,” she hissed, struggling to pry his hand off her arm.He shot her a glare before unlocking his car.“Get in,” he ordered.She didn’t move, so he scooped her up and forced her into the car.“Astin, what the hell!” She punched him in the chest, but it didn’t faze him. He had her seated in the passenger seat with zero effort.“Don’t test me, Ira,” he warned as he strapped her seatbelt on.“What did I do to deserve this? Why are you treating me like this?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he slammed the door on her side.The second he walked away, she quickly unbuckled the seatbelt. Just as she opened the door, he got in again.“Not so fast, Sweetie,” he said,
IRA kept glancing at her boss’s office door. It was already noon, yet he hadn’t called her to make his coffee. Astin had been cold toward her for a week. He hadn’t spoken to her since their last encounter at his condo. For days, she’d been trying to remember everything. Who she really was. But it always ended with a pounding headache. She focused on her desk and started her work. She was about to get the papers she had printed when she heard the familiar voice of a child. Her heart swelled with joy. She hadn’t seen the child for days. She missed her so much. If she was truly Laura, she wanted to make it up to her. Smiling, she stood up and turned to the door. But her smile faded when she saw the child holding onto a beautiful woman. The two were talking as they walked, and Kiarra seemed happy talking to the woman. Ira’s gaze fixed on her child. Her daughter’s smile was radiant. She wanted to rush and embrace her. But tears welled up in her eyes when Kiarra kissed the wom
She halted mid-step upon seeing the inside of her boss’s condo. She clutched her chest several times, feeling as if she had already been here before. It was familiar to her. She was confused. Where had she seen this? In her dreams? Was this one of the buildings she had glimpsed before? Her gaze locked onto a large framed photo hanging on the condo’s wide wall. If she wasn’t mistaken, it was his wife. She couldn’t bring herself to blink while staring at the woman’s face. She took in every detail. Their eyes and lip shape were identical. Without thinking, she reached out and gently caressed the large portrait. She stopped at the sound of Lionel Richie’s *The Only One* playing. A strange pounding filled her chest. She turned to her boss, who was already watching her. He held a remote control. He raised the volume and slowly walked toward her. Before he could get closer, she felt a sharp pain in her head. “Ahh…” she groaned. A part of her head throbbed. She clutched her head, gripp