The sound of my phone ringing wakes me up from my alarming dream.Without even bothering to check the caller ID, I slide towards 'receive' and bring it to my ear."Mrs. Trevelyan?" I hear a familiar voice say politely."Hmm?" I mumble sleepily."I apologize if this is a bad time. I'm calling to inform you that you are scheduled to be in Maldives tomorrow for your honeymoon" Andrea mutters formallyNow that snaps sleepiness right out of me."Say that again?" I say slowly."Mr. Trevelyan has asked me to inform you of your trip to Maldives, South Asia for your honeymoon ma'am" she repeats.I know she's not talking about Anthony because she works for his father and Anthony can't make such a ridiculous decision.I want to yell at her and all but she's nothing but a messenger who bears a dumb message, I shouldn't take it out on her."Thanks, Andrea" I mutter quickly before disconnecting the call.Immediately, I scroll throu

"Olivia" his voice is a hushed sound "Olivia" he calls again softly as he shakes me gently "Wake up, sleepyhead" he calls "Olivia" he calls again "Alright, alright, I'm up" I groan, my eyes  still closed "Olivia" he keeps shaking me "Leave me alone" I growl angrily, my eyes flying open. My eyes scan the environment and that's when I realize who he is. "I'm so sorry, Sir" I apologize quickly, standing up immediately. "Relax, it's fine" he says, his lips turned upward in an amused expression. I nod and wait for him to make the next move but he does nothing. 1 minute..still nothing2 minutes...still nothing5 minutes...nothing He just sits there on the bed, staring.&nbs

“How is she?”“She’s stable but because of the stress she went through, she’s a little drained”“But she’s okay right?”I hear soft whispers around me. I hate it when people talk when I’m trying to sleep.Do they not see a soul that needs resting?Wait, where am I?Resisting the urge to yell at the source of the voices, I squint my eyes open slowly. I expect it to be burned by the early morning sun but it’s not. I open my eyes further and I realize that it’s dark outside.I’m back in the hotel room.Memories of what happened this morning comes rushing in and I’m filled with sudden fear as I remember me passing out.“My Baby. Is my baby okay? Tell me my baby is okay!” I hear a beeping go off next to me. It’s a heart monitor.“Relax, Olivia, you need to rest” Anthony say

The cool wind hits my face, blowing my hair in several directions as I stand by the sea shore, staring vaguely into the deep, blue water and wondering if I’ll have a baby girl or boy...and if Anthony will still be a father to him or her...and of I’ll meet the man of my dreams someday who will love not just me but everything that comes with me including my child.My mind wanders to the time I lashed out at Anthony. The thought sends a shrill down my spine. I don’t know what came over me...what the hell was I even mad about?‘The fact that he chose not to kiss you’ my subconscious supplies, batting her lashes innocently. I shut her out but even I know she’s kinda right.But why? Why would I be mad that he didn’t kiss me?It must be the pregnancy. Hormones...that’s a logical explanation right?‘Wrong. Completely wrong...you want to know why? I’ll tell you...’ my subconscious resurfaces and I

He's here, in front of me 8 years later...and he's married to her.He was mine...and now he's hers.She stole him from me.'He was never yours' my subconscious reminds me.'Yes, he was' I reply.'You never said yes'  says my subconscious.Peter was a nerd back in high school. He was never noticed by anyone especially Molly...she never even knew he existed until he started hanging out with me.She's always wanted everything I had, that's the main reason we never got along.Back in the day, I was a real menace, caused a ruckus everywhere I went...got detention most times...Liam had to cover for me a lot (got in so much trouble because of me) but nobody could blame me; I was going through a really tough time and everybody respected that.It was fruitless to try to make me see reason but t