[KIM’S POINT OF VIEW][TEN MONTHS LATER]“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!”The screams were loud and garish, causing Killian to jerk before breaking into tiny, unrestrained giggles and waving his hands in front of us.“He’s so cute!” Ivy cooed, wiping away her invisible tears. "I never imagined children could be this adorable, or it was just little Killian over here." She reached out and lightly pinched both of his cheeks.“I think you should consider having one now,”There were only four of us, Ivy, Eloise, and Mrs. Ruth, gathered on a large rug in the middle of the living room, and I couldn't believe Killian was a year old now, he was growing so fast. It seemed like only yesterday that I was screaming my head off in an attempt to push him out. Looking at him now, it was amazing to see him crawl, walk, and say his first word; I wish Arthur was here to witness all of this.Ivy gave me a critical look. "Please don't put ideas in my head. "I still don't want to have children.""That's not surprising,

[KIM’S POINT OF VIEW]It seemed like a dream—one of those dreams that you know will never come true, but there was still a glimmer of hope—but this shouldn't be happening; Arthur shouldn't be standing in front of me. Standing? My gaze was drawn to his legs before returning to meet his grey eyes.It felt like I was staring at someone entirely different but I knew this was Arthur despite the fact that he didn't look like anything I remembered.His grey eyes had grown darker, but they were hollow and deep and they looked unfamiliar; his features had changed since I last saw them two years ago; his hair was a dark shade of black; it was neatly brushed off his broad, smooth forehead; he was wearing a black suit that looked so appropriate on his body; and, finally, he wasn't real. And those were my final thoughts before my visions blurred and everything went black.*^*When I opened my eyes again, I saw Ivy's worried expression staring down at me. I jerked myself onto the bed and strained

(Kim's Point of View)I cried. I sobbed in a way I had never let out before, and I didn't stop until all of my tears were gone, leaving me feeling desiccated, broken, and helpless.I didn't know what time it was, but the darkness outside my window informed me that it was night. I also didn't know how long I had been sobbing on the lonely bed, crying out for something I had never lost.I curled up on my side, exhausted and ineffective. I thought I had everything planned out, that I finally knew the answers. I had come so close to having all the evidence. However, it was all gone now, all the evidence had vanished, and Arthur had forgotten who I was and thought I was his worst enemy.When I first imagined my prince charming, I forgot about the fact that every princess must fight for her prince. Then, I had my head in the clouds, I was so naive. Though I never had the ideal family because my parents despised me for not being Kareen, I believed that everything would improve once I met my

[KIM’S POINT OF VIEW]Ivy's face was staring down at me when I opened my eyes. I sprang to a sitting position as soon as I realized I was in a moving car. My hand moved to the back of my head as I let out a cry. “What’s going on, where are we going?” my mind was clouded, not realizing the fact I was in an ambulance.“You told me to call the cops and when I got there with the cops, you were lying unconscious on the ground. I called an ambulance and the cops are behind us.”Instantly, everything came floating back to my head and I found myself gasping loudly as I sharply looked around. “Killian? Where’s Killian?”She frowned. "Killian, he wasn't there when we arrived. "Where is Killian, Kim?"Instantly, my eyes burned with tears before they streamed down my cheeks. “They took him, they took Killian.” I let out a sob and felt like yanking and pulling my hair out. My son! What had happened to my son? “They? "Who are they?""These men attacked me; they were after Killian, and I believe th

(Kim's Point of View)Her words made my pulse race. "Do you have?" My lip curved into a grin. "Would you mind telling us where?""My house," she replied. I exchanged a puzzled look with the others."Your house?" Lucas inquired.She gave a gesture. "I sincerely apologize. This man unexpectedly appeared in my house with this kid. He has a pistol and has threatened to murder my daughter and me if I call the cops. I was terrified and didn't attempt to call the cops because he promised to deviate soon.""Is he all right, is my baby all right?" I couldn't help myself and ask."Yes. He does, however, cry a lot, most likely as a result of the bastard's smoking. My kid is also affected."I stared. "Is he still present...in your home?""Yes. I can get you there straight away. I want him out of my home because he does the strangest things. I believe he is a patient who fled from a psychiatric institution. I don't want him near my five-year-old daughter." Her voice trembled like she was scared to