FAZER LOGINThird 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 couldn’t think of any reason. I was not yet allowed to tell him the truth. I needed to give him the same reason I told him before. “He is my friend,” I said. Arzhel pressed his lips, then released a deep breath. He looked at me. His eyes were full of warning. “I will give you one last chance,
I slept in the visitor's bed in Arzhel’s hospital room. When I woke up, I heard Arzhel’s voice and another man’s voice. “I’m sorry, Mr. Arzhel, but we can’t discharge you yet.” I looked at them. It was the doctor. “Yes, you can. I’ll get a doctor to monitor me at home,” Arzhel said. There was aut
But then I did not know what Veronica told him. What if she fed him another reason and my answer would confuse him more? He was looking at me, waiting for what I was going to answer, so I felt pressured. “What did Veronica say?” I asked in a low tone. That question made me feel stupid. Imagine, I
It was an unregistered number. But the number was very familiar. It was from Veronica. I had memorized her number before. “What does she want?” I asked myself. Curious, I answered it, already annoyed. “What-” “You b*tch!” she cut me off. She said it in a whispering way like she was also gritting







