AMELIA'S POVI stared at the man standing before me, my mind charged with mixed emotions. My fingers tightened around the edge of my desk. The air felt suffocating, thick with unspoken words. Alex looked pitiful, yet the sting of his previous act was fresh in my mind. The pain from his recent action cut deep into my soul.“Thanks for… the other day, Amelia,” he began, heaving a sigh.“It's okay," I answered.There was an uncomfortable silence after that, as if one person was waiting for the other to speak first."We need to talk,” his voice was laced in calmness, a sober tone quite different from the ones I've heard from him in recent times."Can't it wait?” I wasn't convinced that Alex wasn't into his usual way of starting something annoying."It's important, Amelia. It has to do with everything that has happened in the past.” He stayed glued to the spot, his eyes pleading for the audience. “Just give me this little time to explain everything that you've never allowed me to explain.
AMELIA'S POVI stared at the man standing before me, my mind charged with mixed emotions. My fingers tightened around the edge of my desk. The air felt suffocating, thick with unspoken words. Alex looked pitiful, yet the sting of his previous act was fresh in my mind. The pain from his recent action cut deep into my soul.“Thanks for… the other day, Amelia,” he began, heaving a sigh.“It's okay," I answered.There was an uncomfortable silence after that, as if one person was waiting for the other to speak first."We need to talk,” his voice was laced in calmness, a sober tone quite different from the ones I've heard from him in recent times."Can't it wait?” I wasn't convinced that Alex wasn't into his usual way of starting something annoying."It's important, Amelia. It has to do with everything that has happened in the past.” He stayed glued to the spot, his eyes pleading for the audience. “Just give me this little time to explain everything that you've never allowed me to explain.
CARMELLA'S POVMy heart raced with trepidation as she came closer to me, but I remained firm, telling every part of my body to cooperate with me.“I don't understand what you're driving at, Ms Amelia," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, but I made it as firm as I could.“Nothing to arouse concern," she answered, “I mean I know what you're up to."My heart raced faster, breath caught in my throat, but I remained quiet.“I mean I've known since the very first time you came that you are an intelligent lady.”Her eyes rested on me as the words escaped her lips, and that heightened my confusion. The look of indifference and suspicion which etched on her face earlier had suddenly vanished, giving way to something similar to admiration and praise.“Ever since you came the first time,” she continued, "I've seen and admired your level of intelligence and all I was trying to say is that I knew your plan and I believe it would be a good one.”My raging heart seemed to pacify a bit, reli
ISABELLA'S POV“What's the development? Anything positive?” I shot at Damien. His one hand gripped the edge of the wine glass while the other fumbled across his phone.He didn't look up, he just answered in a strained calculated voice. “I think we're getting somewhere. It's a matter of time.”“Yeah sure. Are you able to know anything about her? Grey has gotten her address and a few details, but no Intel information yet,” Carmella, who sat just some inches away from me shot in.Damien was not interested. Or to say, he was not fully interested, if not because I technically brought in mother's death, he certainly wouldn't agree to help. He was so mad at me and I understood his emotions. I would play guilty and sober until he had done what I wanted.“Like I said, it's a matter of time. This is a process that can not be rushed, else the whole thing would get messed up,” he paused, taking a long sil from the drink in his hand. “We risk being on the losing end of everything if we do not car
AMELIA'S POV “If you're truly a man, come back here and tell me the name of the child you have with me.” I said to Nelson, emotions swirling within me. My body shook with a mix of anger and embarrassment.He had felt helpless earlier. I had seen the look of defeat and frustration on his face. For minutes, a long silence had stretched between us and I knew what it meant, he was searching his mind for the right word to say.And I felt excited, at least, I made him feel bad. He saw with another man, and I made him feel what he made feel when he chose Rose over me.This was the beginning for you. I muttered in my mind. The man, the stranger coughed and that brought me back to the moment.How dare he say he had a child with me? A child he clearly told me to get rid of? A child he had told me meant nothing to him as well as me?“You should better watch your tongue now Nelson before I lose my temper and say things that could put you in trouble,” I barked, but he had backed off, his steps
NELSON'S POVI wasn’t in the mood for this wedding. I wasn't in the mood for anything lately. From the moment I arrived, something felt off. The music, the chatter, the forced smiles. I went through the motions, but none of it reached me. I was the best man, standing next to Jason, the very man who had once told me that women weren’t priorities. That they were extra luggage in life.But now? Here he was, pledging his life to one.I smiled, given my speech, even toasted to their love. But deep down, I had felt nothing but emptiness. A dull, lingering void that refused to go away.Until my eyes landed on her.Amelia.And instantly, that emptiness turned into a raging storm.She had been sitting alone earlier, distant, detached, just as I remembered her. She had always liked keeping a part of herself hidden from the world. But then, from nowhere, a man appeared. At first, I convinced myself it was nothing. Just a conversation, since she was polite to everyone. But then she smiled. N
AMELIA'S POVI should have never come, gathering and crowded places weren’t my thing. The laughter, the endless chatter, the forced social interactions, I never felt comfortable in these spaces. But when my secretary had slipped the invitation onto my desk weeks ago with an expectant smile, I couldn’t refuse. She had worked for me for over three years. She was loyal, dedicated. The least I could do was show up for her big day.Here I was, seated at the far end of a round table, sipping on a drink I barely touched. People danced, chattered, laughed and moved all around, losing themselves in the activities. I checked my watch. 2:30 PM. Still too early to leave.I scanned the room, looking for the right moment to disappear. She was still busy entertaining guests, the couple was glowing with happiness, and no one would notice if I slipped out quietly. But leaving abruptly felt rude, and despite my discomfort, I had given my word that I would be here.‘I was already here,’ I thought, ‘
ALEX'S POVThe whiskey burned down my throat with speed, but I barely felt it, not even as I swallowed hard. It's been over a week since the doctor broke the devastating news to me. His face was a mask of professionalism as he told me I had two years to live.At first, it didn't register, or maybe it did but I didn't want to believe it. I had shrugged it off, got myself drowned in other stuff, while convincing myself it wasn't real. It wouldn't be.Amelia's soothing words were also comforting. “Medical analyses are not always accurate," she had told me after we left the doctor's office that day.But since then, with each passing day, the weight of those words pressed down on my shoulders, dragging deeper than I had expected.Now, here I was, in a dimly lit bar on the outskirts of town, trying to act as if alcohol could erase the reality clawing at me or the pain which burned in my chest. I gulped another shot, surrendering my body to the effect that accompanied it down my throat. I
AMELIA'S POV“How do you feel now, Mr Alex?" The doctor immediately asked us to take our seats. His face was masked in professionalism and empathy. Alex's voice was strained as he answered, lacking the usual rigor and liviness it used to possess.“I think I'm better now, doctor." I stole a glance at Alex, making a vivid comparison with his present look and how he looked while he spoke to me earlier in my office. He was now a shadow of himself. I had thought it was going to be something fatal when we had rushed him into the hospital earlier. His eyes were totally shut, his hands pale and his breath had started to decline. All thanks to the quick intervention from the doctor, it might have been a different case.“You should take your drugs as prescribed and regularly." He slid his hands into his drawer and brought out an envelope.He stared at Alex, then he shifted it to meet my gaze. I've been to hospitals enough times to decipher that doctors only wear such looks when they are ab