Unraveled Destinies

The Invitation Jane’s POV Fate has a peculiar way of surprising us when we least expect it. It can bring forth either joy or hardship, leaving us uncertain of its intentions. As Jane Collins, a struggling twenty-five-year-old artist, I faced my fair share of challenges in my career. However, I remained determined not to surrender to discouragement. To make ends meet, I took on a job as a waitress at a fancy restaurant. One day, during my break time at my job, I found myself engrossed in a conversation with my best friend, Sarah Anderson. Unexpectedly, she interrupted with a question. "Oh Jane, before I forget, do you have any plans for tonight?" Without much thought, I replied, "Yes, I do have plans for tonight." "Don't tell me your plans involve painting and listening to music," Sarah teased, knowing me all too well. As much as her cleverness made me smile, I could tell she was growing weary of my predictable routine. "Anyway, there's a party tonight," Sarah continued. "No, n

Friendship and Betrayals Jane’s POV “I drank too much and fell asleep in one of the rooms in the penthouse. I saw yours and Jake’s missed call in the cab that brought me home but I was going to call back when I got home. I’m really sorry for bothering you and Jake with my disappearance,” I finally said. Sarah’s face softened, and she let out a sigh. "Oh, Jane; Jacob and I were worried sick about you. We thought something terrible had happened. Just promise me you'll never disappear like that again without letting us know." "I promise, Sarah. It won't happen again," I assured her, grateful for her understanding. As the days turned into weeks, life carried on, and I buried the secret deep within me. One day, I noticed I felt ill but I ignored the symptoms, hoping it would pass away soon but it became worse and I had to go to the hospital to check myself out. The doctor ran some tests and all except one came back negative. It was then I discovered that I was pregnant with a chil

What the future holdsJane’s POV(5 years later)“Mummy, Keene won’t give me my toy,” my beautiful daughter, Keanna said in her cute baby voice.The past years it wasn’t easy raising my babies but my parents helped me and sometimes Sarah and Jake chirped in to help me with the kids. Sarah got a better job with Jake’s connection as a secretary to one of the big billionaires in New York. Jake promised to get me a job at an art gallery but nothing worked out with all the galleries he had gone to.My artist career was still the same but it wasn’t bringing any money so I needed a job that paid and once I have gotten enough money, I’d fulfill my dreams and get me a studio and sell my artworks to big people around the world.I named my kids Keith, Keene and Keanna and they have been the most naughty but cute babies. I loved them more than my own life and I couldn’t see myself without them. At least, fate’s unexpected gifts to me turned out to be my most priceless jewelries and the best gifts

JANE’S POV I woke up with a huge grin on my face. Saying my morning prayers, I started getting ready for the day. It was finally time, the time I had been anticipating. I proceeded to embark on my morning routine and headed to the triplet's room. Knowing how stressful it was to wake all three up, I wasn’t anticipating it. They would sleep immediately when I woke them, not even allowing me to speak. Having one child was already stressful, having three was worse. They were very stubborn and would hardly listen. Without the support of my parents, I would have almost killed myself by now. “Wake up kids!” I screamed in their ears. Keanna made a sound and went back to enjoy her sleep. I had managed to wake them up and were now taking their bath in the bathroom. “Mommy, the water is too hot!” Keanna complained with a snort. She pouted angrily, earning a chuckle from me. “Just hold on, you will soon be out,” I said. She was just too demanding

Jane’s POVAs the man turned around, our eyes met and there he was, the man who had turned my life upside down years ago – Jaxson Sinclair.My feet wobbled beneath me, and for a moment, I thought I might collapse. It was him, the same man I had that one-night stand with at the party. A rush of memories flooded my mind – the music, the champagne, and the undeniable attraction that had pulled us together. But what followed that night was nothing short of a nightmare.As I stepped into the room, I couldn't help but clench my fists in anger. The anger I had buried deep inside resurfaced like a storm. I remembered how I had written that letter, pouring my heart out, reminding him of our encounter, and informing him about my pregnancy. But there was no response, no acknowledgment, nothing. It was as if I didn't exist.Mr. Bryan's voice brought me back to the present. "Jane, glad you could make it. I'd like you to meet an old friend of mine, Jaxson Sinclair."I