A drip. A drop. A beep far away. That was all Seth could hear. For how long? He had no idea. All he knew was that he laid there, alone, somewhere. It had taken a while before he could get his sense of orientation. Before he knew that he was on his back. Aside from that, it had all been a jumble of nightmares and memories. Or at least that was what it felt like. When he had first come into consciousness, unable to raise his hands, to open his eyes, to speak, it had been extremely uncomfortable. Heck, he had been afraid. He had felt quite suffocated as if he had been stuffed in a metal box by a magician who lost the key. Quite the imagination but really, terror had flowed through his veins enveloping him. But solace had come. It came in the form of an angel. His angel. A beautiful, brown-eyed angel, whose strong words soothed and calmed his nerves. Whose voice seemed familiar. His Bella. Sometimes he could hear her talk. Most times he couldn't make sense of it. She sounded so fa

"Eat slowly!" His mother ordered with a glare that told him if he didn't listen, he was going to get slapped on the shoulder. Hard. Seth grinned at her, mouth filled with spaghetti that threatened to slip out of his mouth. He swallowed slowly though, just to humor her and not because he was afraid she would smack him.Okay, it was probably the next reason but he would never admit it to her or to anyone else for that matter. All he wanted was to be finally free from the dashed hospital bed, instead of getting back into one. He sat on the bed in his wardroom. Over the past week as news of his recovery spread around, his room had changed from a bland empty one into a freaking teddy bear shop. There was a stack of teddy bears on one side of the room, almost as high as the ceiling. It was downright annoying. Why hadn't he woken up to teddy bear stacks? Were the people so certain that he would die? And now that he was alive, they kept trooping in with stupid smiles and fake happiness, clu

"What do you mean, you knew when the baby was conceived?" Mrs. Allen asked, perplexed. The woman before her looked quite convinced of what she was saying. But unless her son suddenly took pleasure in being an exhibitionist, she was damn sure Isabella didn't know what she was talking about. "That night," Isabella told her, the edge of bitterness in her tone got stronger. "That night in San Francisco, after the ball. Kaitlyn drove him home." "And?" Mrs. Allen asked again, still not seeing how that proved that Seth and Kaitlyn had sex. Just because the bitch drove her son home didn't mean he was the father of that baby in her womb. "His fly was down B. His buttons were undone. And he was drunk." Isabella pointed out. "They both looked like they must have had a good time."And Isabella could imagine just how good it was. Seth was an amazing lover. That much was obvious from the way Kaitlyn kept hovering above him like a fucking bee. Something had definitely happened in San Francisco, t

Isabella knew it was stupid to lock herself in the bathroom, crying herself into a stupor. It made no sense. And it changed nothing. It didn't change the fact that Kaitlyn was carrying Seth's baby, or that there was the haunting memory of him and Kaitlyn having sex in her head. It would be there forever and would haunt her to no end. She glanced up at the mirror and winced when she saw her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks, rolling down in waves. Her eyes were red and slightly swollen and she burst into tears again. Was this what she had been reduced to? Growing up she had always told herself that she would be an independent woman, a woman of valor who depended on no man.Woman of valor indeed. There she was, crying her eyes out, and worse over a man. A fucking man. A hot adorable but still a jerk kind of man. She was screwed. She ought to have known it when she bumped into Seth at the fertility clinic. She ought to have known that accidents happened to her often and when they d

A full week passed. For Seth, it was filled with waiting impatiently in torture. With each passing day, he woke up with the urge to see Isabella and slept with the disappointment of not seeing her. She completely stayed away from him. And it drove him mad. He just needed an audience, just one. Fuck, five minutes was all he needed to explain himself. To make her see the truth. But as each day rolled by, and his mother walked into his room with a downturned frown, Seth knew things had gotten way deeper than Kaitlyn's false pregnancy. That bitch had put him through a lot of shit and Seth was determined to make sure that she didn't do shit anymore. He would make sure she got punished by the law. For killing his baby without his consent, years ago. For having sex with him without his consent in San Francisco. For defamation of his name and Isabella's, Slander, and heck even Libel. She was going to spend the rest of her fucking miserable life atoning for her sins if he had a say in it.