The pain I felt worsened, and I literally felt like dying. What in the world? How could Beth be with my boyfriend? How could they be in bed together? Was that the reason she always complained whenever I spoke about Aiden? Was all her complaints out of jealousy? But how could she? She loved me so much, and I also did. She was like a sister to me. How could she do this to me? "Shanice…" her eyes watered as if she was sorry. "I can—" "You bitch!" I hollered at the top of my voice, and smacked my hands across her face. Why would she do such a thing to me? Just why? "What have I done to deserve this?!" I wailed. "What did I do to you?!"  She held her red cheek, and reached the side lamp to switch on the room light. Now that I was seeing her face clearly, I felt worse. I almost doubted that I was looking at the wrong person.  "I can explain all of this. It's not…" she said. Bu

"So what's up with your work?" I asked Jace as I chewed on a burger.  He smiled, and glimpsed at me. "It's fine. I've just been kinda lazy at work these days. I seriously don't understand why." "Lazy?" I huffed. "How can you be lazy? You seem to work on your laptop all the time." "I'm lazy because of you." He winked at me.  I chuckled, and took another bite of my burger. "I want to tell you something," I announced.  "What's that?" He still focused on his laptop.  "Well…" I sighed. "Since my mom is quite better, I want to visit her for two days." "Two days?" He raised an eyebrow at me. "What will you do there?" "Hem, I'll help her out. I haven't seen my mom in a month. So why does two days matter?" I questioned him, a little confused.  He inhaled hard, and stood up f

Jill Massaging Mrs. Flores palm, I grinned at her and she did the same. "It feels like a dream," she said, probably for the seventh time. I chuckled at that, and said nothing, taking a glimpse at Jace who sat on the other side of her bed, staring at his mom like his life depended on her.  "Can you just forget about that now?" He requested, joking. "I don't trust you when you speak like this. It's either you end up teasing me for it, or you overthink on all of this." "Oh my boy." She sighed, and tapped his arm gently. "You seriously don't know how happy it makes me feel to know that you're free from that girl. She was a terrible bondage, you know? Thinking about her dominance over you always made me bitter. I constantly prayed that you'd get rid of her one day. God heard my prayers. I'm just so happy." "We're all happy," he told her, and glanced at me. "I gue

"Jill," Jace called for a second time, and I hesitated before turning to him. What could I do at this point? I obviously couldn't pretend like I knew nothing about what Dylan was saying, and I also couldn't say "yes" to it.  "Yes?" I lowered my head, avoiding eye contact with him. "Is this true? I mean, how can he be Liam's father. You once told me Liam's father is dead," he sounded angry and shocked.  I swallowed hard, and turned to him. "I— I told you I want to speak to you. So please can you—" "I asked you one question," he interrupted me as I spoke, frowning already. "Is he speaking the truth?" He asked again. I moved closer to him, and blinked away the tears that filled my eyes. "C— can you please dismiss everyone first? I don't want anything to cause and havoc here." I whispered.  He shut his eyes, flared his nose to exp

"So please ensure that you stay with your dad all the time, ok?" I instructed Liam as I helped him to wear his backpack.  "Ok," he replied, smiling so much, and looking really happy.  I raised him to my lap, and cuddled him. "I'll miss you so much baby," I said.  "I'll miss you too." He returned my friendly hug.  Thinking about the fact that I wasn't going to see him in a few weeks, I wanted to tear up. When Dylan had left to see Jace earlier, he returned, and told me that he needed to tell me something. He looked quite hesitant, so I thought it was probably bad news about speaking to Jace. But, it wasn't. He only asked for my permission to stay alone with Liam for a while. He said he needed to get to know his son more, and pay for the mistakes he had made in the past.  At first, I didn't want to accept it, but then, I thought it was a good idea. At least