Warren's POVI stared at my children's baby pictures in awe. They were so cute, and innocent like little angels sleeping in the hospital's nursery room.I wanted to reach my arms into the picture and touch their soft skin and carry them to my heart. I want to hear their soft cries and their baby words, if I could only turn back time. If I could only come back to when they were babies and not miss a thing about them."This is Charles and this is me," Charlie said and pointed at Charles which is the baby wearing blue clothes and pointed the other one which is her, wearing pink baby clothes.Both of them looked alike and you couldn't even tell which one is male and female in the pictures.All babies looked alike when they just came out of their mother's womb. I couldn't believe that I was once a baby, someone who looked like these babies in the picture.I flipped to the next page and saw pictures of them sleeping on the crib when they got home."Their

Warren continued staring at me with lots of questions in his head. He wasn't satisfied with my answer, but I doubt that there's more to tell him.Should I just tell him everything? Should I just tell him the whole truth?What difference would it make if I told him that after our divorce, I was so lost, broken and in grief especially that I was pregnant and I will have to raise them by myself.I was jobless, I don't even have a penny to pay for my fare. All I own was left in the mansion because they refused to give me anything that could protect me form the storm and the harsh wind.As if that wasn't enough, I found out that the people I thought were my biological parents were actually my kidnappers who took me from my real family when I was a baby.Then a few days after that, when I was just about to move on and stand up with both of my feet. Ivy came and disrupted my life.She threatened and me and placed me and my babies life in danger. She even went

The kids were enjoying the view up in the airplane. As soon as we were up on the sky, they didn't stop moving around and taking pictures of the clouds outside."I can't believe that we are flying over the clouds," Charlie told us happily while Charles is taking a lot of pictures that he's going to send to Drew and Lisa."Guys, you should rest. We have a long trip ahead." I told them."Where are we going to sleep? Charles asked."Choose any seat you want, settle down and take some rest. You need your energy once we landed, come on.""Oh, no, we have beds in the plane where you can sleep," Warren told them."Beds?" Charlie asked in surprise.She's so amused with what she saw just now. She loved how the plane had comfy chairs and we are the only people in here. It's like we are traveling in the house, just like what she said.Warren stood up to show us where the bedroom is which is by the end of the room where we are in earlier.The bedroom

How am I going to explain this?As soon as I saw the familiar small house that we lived in during our honeymoon and the month vacation that we had, days before our divorce, my heart fluttered and at the same time I was confused.I remember Warren's reason why he bought this house in this country. He saw how I liked it in France, how I was happy with him in this country and he knew that we would be coming here too often so he bought this place where we could stay for our vacation.I can't believe that he still kept this place even after four years of our divorce. Didn't he want to get rid of our memories? Or was I just nothing at all to him that this place doesn't make him feel any kind of emotion?I looked at him, trying to read his face as he looked back at me too with soft eyes. All I saw in him was sincerity and determination. For what? I don't know.What are his intentions really? Is he just doing this for the twins and for closure or is he doing this fo

I have no idea about Warren's plan for our vacation. He didn't tell me anything and I feel embarrass to ask. My main goal is to avoid him at all costs. That includes avoiding starting conversations with him and being here while being not. My sole purpose is to accompany the kids and to watch over them to make sure that unprecedented things won't happen again just like how it did when I first trusted Warren with the kids. Other than that, I won't use my existence to stop the kids from enjoying time with their father.When the car took turns on streets that I'm familiar with and when I started seeing some of the familiar buildings, I just wanted the ground to swallow me and remove me from this trip. We are going to The Louvre, the place where the memories I had of him that never failed me cry exist.I will never forget the things we did in that place. How could I ever forget that? Before, whenever I think of The Louvre, I thought of the books I read, but now all that I remem