MasukThird Person POV“Mr. Arzhel, your parents are here to see you,” a maid approached Arzhel. He was sitting on the sofa. It was already nighttime, and Veronica had already gone home. They had just finished dinner, and he was spending time with the kids. Arzhel stood, and when he was about to go to
Adrian laughed. But then he turned serious after a few seconds. “I will help you. I’m willing to tell him the truth,” he said and gave me a reassuring smile. “He would understand. Besides, it was him who was at fault. He didn’t listen to you. He broke up with you when you were telling the truth. An
Analia’s POVAdrian flashed a quick sad smile. I sat on the sofa. “Sure. Let’s talk,” he said. “It’s about the kids. And Arriana’s incoming birthday next week,” I said. He nodded. “What about it?” I bit my lip before speaking. Then I looked at him. “I need to ask a favor,” I said. He was quie
Third Person POVArzhel paused and thought. “I don’t know,” Arzhel said after a while. Veronica laughed. “Well, that’s sad.” “Analia said that he was affected by the divorce. Maybe that was why his kids look like me. Because he was thinking about me during her pregnancy,” Arzhel said. Veronica g
Third Person POVVeronica followed the maid to the kitchen. She saw her holding small bowls for the ice cream. “I will take care of that. You can go and rest now,” she said, smiling, and took the bowls from the maid. The maid smiled and bowed before leaving. Veronica walked to the kids who were c
The next day, I woke up early. I got ready to visit Adrian. While on our way, I couldn’t help but keep looking outside to distract myself, but it didn’t actually work. I opened the window on my side. I felt my security guard look at me through the mirror. I just glanced at him and looked back ou
I went back to my office frustrated. My aura was so cold and heavy that the people I met in the lobby hesitantly bowed and greeted me. I guessed this was the first time they saw me like this. Normally, when I’m not in the mood or stressed, I have a serious face, but my aura is still calm, and whe
As far as I remembered, I only had three shots of tequila yesterday, but why was my head still hurting? Or maybe it was from the lack of sleep? I checked my phone. It was just 7:30 am. My eyes shifted to my palms that had small wounds from clenching them yesterday. The image of me slapping Arzhel
“Mommy,” Arriana entered. She was holding her jigsaw puzzle. I set aside what Arzhel said. He was making it sound like she prioritized me, and I didn’t know how to react to that information. I thought Arriana would run all the way to me, so I turned my seat a little and slightly opened my arms so
“What brought you here, Arzhel?” I asked him. It felt like the first time I saw him again in my office after he started seeing Stephanie. I walked back to my table, not waiting for his reply. I felt him follow me. He sat in front of my desk. He took one of the documents I was reading earlier.







