LOGINArzhel’s POVI finished my tea and went back inside the house. I walked to my home office. Before reaching my office, I walked past my hallway where there was a long table cabinet with display photos. One of the photos there was my baby photo when I was five. I stopped and looked at it. I picked
Arzhel’s POVNext day I checked the kids. When I opened the door, it was still quiet. They were both lying on their beds, sleeping peacefully. It was okay. I didn’t expect them to be awake since it was just 3 AM. I carefully closed the door. I walked to the kitchen. The house was still quiet. I
Third 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
I smiled. Finally, there was good news, even though it was kind of sad that I wasn’t there. I looked at Arzhel again to give his phone. There was a smile on my face this time because the fact that my fashion show was a success enhanced my mood. When I looked at Arzhel, he was already looking at me
I fell asleep. I didn’t know how long it had been. But when I woke up, it felt like my whole body had been beaten by exhaustion. My body was aching. I blinked while looking at the unfamiliar ceiling. Seconds later, it sank in to me that I was in New York. I remembered the fire, and the smell of m
He nodded and guided me slowly toward the damaged corridor. Each step I took was heavy. When he stepped outside, I saw Ashley, my creative director here in New York and one of my closest friends. I looked around. Jarred was already gone. “Analia,” Ashley said worriedly and hugged me. “Are you okay
I couldn’t move at first, my chest still heavy, and my hands were trembling. The people around me gave him space. He took a careful step closer. His face was calm, but his eyes were full of concern. Without saying anything, he hugged me tight, and my walls broke down. For a second, I swallowed h







