LOGIN"What, Neria? You are a disappointment, you know? I actually pity my daughter!" He snapped, not even worried that people might catch on to the drama. A disappointment... I almost laughed at the insult. But again, when had I never been a disappointment to him? I wanted to actually hurl insults at
Neria Since Dominic wouldn't believe me until he saw the death certificate, I was going to send it to him, although I doubted he would believe me. Maybe, after seeing it, he would say it was fake and fabricated. Honestly, it was just tiring, dealing with such a person. The topic about Lila's d
"Since we are being honest, I am also curious," I whispered, a smile, painfully sweet, tugging at the corners of my lips. "How does it feel like to be the other woman? Isn't it great? Sneaking around and relying on stolen phone calls, texts and moments?" I asked, the same sweet smile dangling on
Neria I couldn't even remember how I left Professor John's office. I only came back to my senses when I knocked myself against a pole in the company's hallway. "The offer still stands," I repeated his earlier words, mindlessly, and before I realised it, tears were streaming down my face. About
"Whatever you are thinking, that's not true." I was pulled from my thoughts by her voice, and an embarrassed smile sat on my lips. "What are you talking about?" I asked, feigning cluelessness. "I am not an assistant." She revealed, and surprise painted my face as I looked at her. I had assumed s
" I am already a grown-up, Lila." I reminded her, pulling her into my arms. "I am four, Mommy. Of course I know." She had laughed, roping me in the process, and we laughed together. It was funny. "I mean, my friends' moms have jobs." She had whispered, and at her words, my heart shook violently.







