Eight

Alicia's POV

The last time I set my eyes on Nathaniel Lancaster was the day we met at my lawyer's office. So, why is a man who looks so much like Nathaniel standing outside my door?

"Hi Alicia," I blinked, not once but twice. I wasn't ready to believe my eyes that it was him. Nathan Lancaster was standing in all his glory in front of my door, a gentle smile on his face and wrinkles on his forehead.

He looked like he didn't agree a bit from the day I first saw him. Still a heartbreaker, uhn? Ever since we divorced, I tried my best to stay away from media and anything 'Lancaster'. One time when Grandma Mary's secretary called me, I didn't pick up the call because I knew she might have wanted to talk to me about the divorce.

I got a job two weeks after we finalized the divorce at a local, small architecture firm. The salary wasn't anything much but it could keep my clothes on my back and a tiny roof over my head. I work mostly from home, not because of anything other than the fact that