LOGINJulia’s POVI was having a great time. Charles was charming, and his stories were so amusing, I found myself laughing out loud. Once I even almost spat out my wine. After Andrew left me in the lobby, I argued with my parents for a while longer, trying my best to keep my temper as they went on and on about how ‘rich’ Charles was. And then, as if on cue, Charles strolled in. He seemed surprised to see me still there, given that I’d agreed to go home with Andrew.“Long story,” I’d chuckled sheepishly.“Hungry?” he’d asked.“Very,” I’d admitted.My father nudged my mother and they exchanged an excited look. I brushed past them, grateful to have an excuse to leave, and also grateful to have someone to eat dinner with.So off we’d gone to dinner. It was a gorgeous little Italian restaurant, one I’d never been to before. We made our way through course after course of delicious food. Charles told me all about his family and friends, and he was so animated when he talked, I found myself hangi
Andrew’s POV While Julia’s parents had gushed over how rich Charles was, Charlotte had sent me a text. She claimed she had to see me, right away, and that it was important. Not willing to listen to anymore crap about that asshole Charles and his wads of money, I decided to get the car and give Charlotte a ride. Charlotte climbed in and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. I brushed her off. “What’s so important?” I asked her. She bit her bottom lip and batted her eyes at me. “I just wanted to see you is all,” she confessed, trying to look demure. “For crying out loud,” I snapped at her. The car’s ambient scent, mixed with the overpowering jasmine perfume she wore, made me inexplicably irritated. “I have enough on my plate without your pathetic advances. Pull over,” I told my driver. He did as I instructed. “Get out,” I told Charlotte. She looked at me, surprised. “But how will I get hom
Julia’s POV “Who is this?” Charles asked me, motioning towards Andrew. “Her son’s father,” Andrew replied coldly. His face was completely stoic. I thought he’d at least show a flicker of emotion, but apparently that wasn’t the case. Andrew narrowed his eyes and looked me up and down, like I was some sort of stranger, instead of the woman who had shared a bed with him for the past decade. Suddenly, a memory came flooding back to me. “Please, just wear this dress.” In the memory, Andrew was handing me a long, floral print dress. “She always wore floral prints,” he sighed. ‘She’ meaning his first love. He didn’t need to say it out loud; he preferred when I wore floral prints because that’s when I looked most like his her. The memory faded as Andrew continued to scan me with his eyes. Unlike the way I used to dress, I was now donning tailored black slacks and a crisp, white shirt. My hair was tied loos
Charlotte’s POV We were supposed to go to the horse races that morning. Andrew promised me and I’d really been looking forward to it. But then, suddenly, his plans had changed. He walked into the kitchen and declared that we were going to an academic presentation on childhood psychology and education. What? That sounded like a colossal bore. We had a private, VIP box at the horse races. And now he wanted to go to some snooze fest to listen to a bunch of dry academics prattle on about childhood psychology? I asked him why but he was vague. He brushed me off. “I just found out about it and I’m going. Don’t come if you don’t want to,” he said. But of course I went with him. We met up with my mother and step-father in the lobby. I was surprised to see them there too.It wasn’t until we stepped into the auditorium though that I fully understood why our plans had changed so abruptly.
Julia’s POVI stood backstage, aghast at what I’d just seen.I couldn’t believe this!She’d stolen my presentation! All that hard work I’d done. All that time and energy.And now it was my turn to go on stage.The slides were automated, so as I walked onto the stage, my first slide popped up. Of course, it was an exact replica of the slide they’d just seen.MY stolen slide.My palms were sweaty and my heart raced. I could see the academic panel whispering amongst themselves. I opened my mouth to say something, but my mouth was too dry.“This is academic misconduct,” a member of the academic panel spoke up. “It’s plagiarism. The presenter is to leave the stage immediately.”“I agree,” another professor spoke up, his voice dripping with impatience. “Stealing another colleague's work is irreproachable.” I turned to leave, because what else could I do? I was so humiliated. Yes, he had stolen my work, but that’s not what it looked like. It looked like I’d stolen his work, and the
Julia’s POV Later that week, I went to the nursing home to visit my grandmother, Clarice. She was bedridden and I wanted to see her. My grandmother was the only one who showed me any warmth since my mother passed away years ago. Charles had asked me to give a presentation at an academic conference next week. It was a big deal and I was really nervous about it. I’d been working hard on the presentation and I’d been neglecting my grandmother because of it. My grandmother had been paralyzed for years. As a result, she could only utter faint, unintelligible murmurs. I fought back tears as I used a cotton swab to moisten her cracked lips. Her hands were soft and her skin was paper thin. “It’s me, Julia,” I whispered, stroking the hair from her forehead. “I’m sorry I haven’t been by lately. But I’ve been given a great job. Isn’t that exciting? Her eyes landed on mine and I knew she would have smiled if she could. Suddenly







