MasukArzhel called the waiter.“We're ready to eat,” he said.The waiter bowed and left.There was no other program. We were just here to gather together and eat dinner. The kids agreed and loved that idea too since it was their first time celebrating their birthday like this, and with these people they
When we arrived, the private dining room was already prepared.It wasn't grand or extravagant. It was just a long table decorated with flowers, some balloons, and a birthday cake placed at the center. One for Arriana, and one for Chris.It looked exactly like what we wanted. A simple, intimate birth
Arriana's birthday finally came.“Are you ready?” Arzhel asked. He was fixing the button at the wrist of his tuxedo.I smiled. I was looking at him through the mirror in front of me since I was busy curling my hair.“In a bit,” I said, smiling.He nodded.“You look handsome,” I added, and smiled aga
We followed the kids to the living room. They were smiling while eating the bread I bought for them. They were really both bread lovers. I smiled while looking at them. Arzhel and I sat near them. We were just looking at them, admiring them from where we were. Arzhel leaned on the sofa while I
Analia’s POVI woke up early this morning. But the truth was that I had a hard time falling asleep last night. I was too excited to go home. I didn't waste time. I stood and brushed my teeth. Then I took a bath. After bathing, I wore my bathrobe and ordered breakfast. While waiting for my breakfa
Arzhel’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
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







