Ariana's POV "Laura and I got married around four years back." He starts speaking slowly and quietly as if his silent voice can lessen the hurt. "Our parents knew each other, and when we met, there was an instant attraction between us. We became friends, and before we knew it, we started dating." "At that time, I was a different guy." He stares ahead, as his eyes have a distant look in them, "I am not proud of the person who I was back then." He lets out a deep breath. "I had anger issues, and I really never knew how to control my anger. But I was working on it; however, there were times when I just couldn't control my rage. I was very open about my issues when we started dating. However, she said that this can't change how she feels about me, and she just wants to be with me... and is ready to accept me with all my flaws." A rueful s

Samuel's POV "Who is your doctor?" I ask Laura walking into the room with her prenatal vitamins and a glass of water. We are more like housemates than anything. Because the truth is, even though we haven't proceeded with our divorce, but our relationship can never be the same. For the world, we are husband and wife, but in reality, we are nothing two persons living under the same roof. "Dr. Mattews." She swallows the pills and smiles at me, "She has delivered most of the babies in our family, so even I want her to be my doctor. Moreover, I had gone to her in my early teens when I had issues with my monthly cycles, so she was aware of my history." "Okay, when is your appointment?" I nod my head, racking my mind because I feel like I have heard

Samuel's POV Pain. Every pain is different; the meaning of every pain is different. Some pain is excruciating, some are numbing, while some are like the dull throbbing sensation. And then there is this sweet lingering pain inside your heart that is slowly burning you. It is like a slow poison that kills you slowly, without anyone knowing the reason for your death. That is the worst kind of pain because it can't be healed. Because the cure which you need is the cure that you can't have. And this is the kind of pain in which I am living. How weird is it that the person who heals others can't heal himself? The void inside my heart constantly re

Ariana's POV "Please stop!" I half-yell, rushing to get inside the elevator while carrying the painting that needs to be delivered in an hour. I release a sigh of relief when the closing door begins to reopen. I hurriedly got inside the elevator because I was already getting late for Justin's football match. Hence, every second counted, and I didn't want to wait for the elevator for another five minutes. "Thank you!" I smile with a quick release of breath and carefully settle the painting on the side. "You're welcome." Samuel's voice falters my smile slightly, but I simply shrug and glance away. It is not that I can avoid him forever because we live on the same floor. But what I can do is limit my interaction with him as much as it is possibl

Ariana's POV A tear slips from my eyes and lands on my hand, and I move my gaze away from Justin, choosing to stare blankly ahead. Justin has asked me to bring him to dad because he wanted to meet him and tell him about his match. Dad had made me promise that we would never remember him on sad days, but we will remember him in our good times with a smile on our faces. To be honest, this has been one of the most difficult promises of my life because his absence even dampens my happy moments. And now, seeing Justin talking to him just breaks my heart because I wanted Dad to be here with us to celebrate our happiness and victories. There is hot, burning anger inside me that is directed towards the world because this world doesn't have that one p