Nathan didn’t come home last night after he left without saying a word to me. When I was in the shower, getting ready for bed, Nathan was right in the room, but when I came back from the bathroom, he wasn’t in the bedroom or anywhere in the house. He didn’t reply when I texted him or received the calls. Later in the night, he messaged me saying he was in his parents’ house as some urgent work was coming.I assumed he would be here in the morning, but I woke up late and the note on the kitchen counter informed me he was here when I was enjoying my beauty sleep.The day was long and tiring and lonely. I was so used to my job that now staying home all day felt annoying to me. The morning sickness that I was experiencing because of the pregnancy was worse. This morning I was in the bathroom for half an hour, gagging near the washbasin. It felt like seasickness. The headache that came after I was done with my vomiting was somet

This was my second time in the Hall mansion. The atmosphere was similar to the first time I was here, but yet there was a difference. The tension in the air was evident. There was something else that I couldn’t point out until I met Amanda.When I came to the house, Nathan and Luke were in the study room with the force lawyers. They were inside for three hours, and they locked the gate from the inside the whole time. Mrs. Harrison, the housekeeper of the house, was in the kitchen, preparing dinner for everyone, even she was anxious about the current situation.It was a rough patch for the Hall family, of course, sort of make or break situation. I didn’t see Amanda. Mrs. Harrison told me she was in her room and refused to come out or eat anything. After I made sure Luka and Nathan had their dinner, I filled the tray with plates of food and made my way towards the second floor of the house to the master suite. Amanda and Richard’s

It was Thursday morning. In the restaurant, we all began our work, the kitchen was busy preparing breakfast, the hall room was being swept, and Mrs. Margaret was busy running between the kitchen and the hall. She was on her toes for some unknown reason, without anything she was getting angry at other people even when everyone was doing outstandingly well.She instructed everyone on their duty, although all of us know our work perfectly well. Penny was out of the country with her family for a small vacation. If she were here, I might have asked her what processed her perfect manager. But since she wasn’t here, I had to cope with the mystery, which I didn’t like at all.As usual, I was in the corner of the room preparing lemonade and fresh orange juice for our breakfast buffet. This was the only thing our chef let me do, and I was very grateful to him. This changed when I yelled at Penny about Nathan in front of the entire staff the oth

Sometimes later, we three were standing in the living room of my house, in the McCoy mansion. I didn’t summon up a single thing that happened between the restaurant and our way here. I recalled the happiness that I saw in Nathan’s eyes, tears that fell from Amanda’s eyes, which were the witness to her pure joy. I remember hugs, warm words in my ears, blessings, laughter, excitement, but I had no idea what came out from whom.How did they express their exhilaration at this news? How? And why?I was in a daze after coming out of the bathroom. I wanted to tell the truth. I swore I wanted to clear this fucking misunderstanding so badly, but before I could open my mouth, the joy spread like a virus from Amanda to all over the restaurant. Not only Nathan and Amanda, but all the people who were present in that small place were clapping, taking pictures, and congratulating us.The power of social media, which was faster than news

I picked up Lyra from the café just a block away from my office; she looked better. In her jeans and a red loose shirt with open hair and a little makeup, she looked as fresh as the morning dew.Her spirit was high too, which was a plus point for me. Yesterday had been hard for her, and the last thing I wanted today was tears in her eyes. She defended less and fragile both emotionally and mentally, which I understood, something must have triggered her. And I wasn’t sure if Hall was the reason for that or was just defense.I saw her the entire time, from the restaurant to the time she fell asleep on the bed at home.And trust me, there was a change in her manners even before we set our feet on the McCoy mansion. When she came out of the bathroom, she looked as if she came out of a haze. The puffiness of her red eyes was a clear sign she was crying. The way she saw me after I hugged her was as if she was lost in the deep blue oc