LOGINCillianWe moved things along very quickly, deciding that the two of us were compatible. Yes, Orlin and I didn’t want to drag out something this annoying any longer than necessary.Everything went according to our agreement, and today, an important meeting was held between our two families. Inside the room, both families seemed incredibly excited as they discussed our upcoming wedding.Then I noticed Orlin checking her phone. Not long afterward, she excused herself, saying she had some work to take care of.Well, what did I care about what she did? As long as the arrangement we had agreed upon went smoothly and there were no problems, she was free to do whatever she wanted.It seemed I had spoken too soon. In the end, I followed her because she had been outside for too long. That was when I overheard her conversation.“I don’t care what you’re doing with that woman. Our relationship ended a month ago, so stop contacting me. You’re giving me a headache.”Her voice sounded firm, filled
CillianLooking at my reflection in the glass, I looked absolutely miserable.I truly looked terrible. My disheveled appearance was the result of everything that had happened, which had made it difficult for me to sleep properly.I wasn't lying when I said that I loved Cassandra. I had genuinely tried to make her my girlfriend.With every opportunity I had been given, I thought we could eventually end up together and become a couple. But the reality was that she had someone else—the man who had once hurt her.Their relationship had improved and they seemed inseparable. In the end, I gave up and moved to another city, but losing her still left me unable to find peace.One month passed painfully.Then two months passed, just as painfully.Not much changed even after half a year.“Cillian, you have to meet your date this time. If you don't, Mom will keep forcing you.”My mother said it with an annoyed expression. I didn't know how many times she had said those demanding words to me. Ten
MilesI will tell you my story.Ever since I was a child, I had been known as an incredibly intelligent kid, only my body seemed to be in less than ideal condition.I had leukemia, and the more I understood about my situation, the more I felt that perhaps I would soon be leaving this world. And the person who mattered most to me was my mom.I was always wondering when I would die, hoping that day wouldn't come too soon. But my mom always did everything she could to cure my illness.Whenever she tried to find a way to treat me, she always smiled, even though I knew she was sad. That was why I kept smiling in front of her.I didn't want to add to the burdens in her life.Even as a child, I understood that adults' problems were complicated. I kept trying to figure out all the possible outcomes, and when I first met my dad, I was honestly very angry. But I tried to keep everything under control.I pushed Dad and Mom to be together, even though I knew I was being a little forceful about it
POV 3Gin had just been poured into the two glasses in front of them. The atmosphere inside the room was quiet, illuminated by dim, subdued lighting.It was a place where only the two of them sat, surrounded by bottles of liquor.A brown-haired man who had just poured the gin into the glasses handed one to the man sitting across from him. The latter had been leaning back in his seat, his gaze cold the entire time.“Why are you acting like that? Did I do something wrong, Milo?”The man in front of him took the glass, but his hand stopped in midair as he gave his friend an even sharper look.“We’re not kids anymore. When you call me that, it makes me cringe.” His shoulders even lifted slightly at the shiver that ran through him.Tucker, who was already seated, let out a soft laugh. He shook his head before looking at his friend again.“We’ve been best friends for twenty years, Miles. I never thought we’d actually make it this far.”Then, he deliberately leaned closer.“Ah, what if we ar
WindyWhen I had Carter five years ago, Weston cried terribly. My condition was extremely weak at the time. He was happy about Carter’s arrival, but I nearly died.Thankfully, I survived.What I’m most grateful for is that Carter and Weston have always had a very good relationship. They treat each other like biological brothers, without making any distinction based on who their mother is. This is especially true now that Weston has entered his teenage years.He already knows that I’m not his biological mother. Honestly, I never wanted to tell him about it while he was still so young.But someone deliberately told him in secret.For almost a week, Weston became extremely withdrawn. He refused to talk to me, and eventually, he even had to be hospitalized.My love for him has never been any different from my love for Carter.I was heartbroken over the whole thing.Eventually, that incident happened.Carter, who missed him, approached him, but Weston accidentally pushed him, causing his h
SebastianI hadn't seen Sandra for two days because I had to travel out of town for work. After my granddaughter's birthday party, I immediately left because there was an issue that needed my attention.And now, I had returned early in the morning, before sunrise.Sandra was still asleep in bed. I gently adjusted the blanket that had slipped slightly off her.As I continued looking at her, a smile finally appeared on my face.She was truly incredible.I didn't know how many times I had fallen in love with her, but as long as I was with her, I always wanted her to remain my wife.Slowly, I lowered my head and took her hand. Her fingers were still as slender and long as they had always been.Then, I slipped a ring onto her right index finger.That immediately woke her.She looked at me, blinking slowly several times.“What are you doing?” Her voice was hoarse.Sandra slowly stirred, trying to get a better look at her hand.“Sebastian, did you just put a ring on my finger?” she asked in
CassandraThis morning, before taking Miles to school, Sebastian and I prepared his lunch together.It was all done at Miles’s request, so I tried to do my best even though I felt annoyed.My irritation was caused by the fact that the man couldn’t follow my instructions properly. Even though I knew
CassandraWas there anything more shocking than what he had just said? I couldn’t say anything in response to such a bold confession.A stalker? I was actually very uncomfortable with that word—it felt as though I had never truly had any freedom.Honestly, I knew that the many times he had run into
CassandraAfter my hand was no longer in a cast, I felt much freer and could do many things again.Today, I had a goal: to cook pasta that Miles likes. Sometimes I think that I can’t be a good mother to Miles because I can’t always cook for him. I know that feeling only comes from my desire to give
CassandraThe year had changed, as had the months. Each passing moment brought a variety of feelings, but I can say that I was handling them better.Sometimes I would meet Julie. She greeted me and behaved in a way very different from how she had treated me before. But I still remained cautious.So







