His head was ringing different sounds, the world spun on its heels, taking Aspen with him. Did he just hear her right, or were his ears on a different frequency? Aspen was transfixed for more than five minutes, his gaze darting through the three of them. Zigfrid was living proof that the claim was true. The caramel eyes. He had never seen a child who was a spitting image of his father or mother. He didn't need a soothsayer to tell him that what Dulce had said was true. As Aspen looked at all three of them, landing his gaze first on Zigfrid, Zigfrid held the hand of his mother tightly on impulse while also trying to hide behind his mother's leg. “Am I … scaring him?” Aspen thought. A thought that now provoked something else as he stared at the boy alone. The realization of what Dulce had truly done started to register, he was finally catching up. "Of course, you're scaring him. They don't know”. A voice whispered in his ear. The same voice now made him realize something as he l

Things spiraled out of control immediately after the twins said their piece. They went about playing and laughing, not even realizing the chaos they had done. "Is that true?” Becker asked, casually taking a walk instinctively. Dulce followed suit, and they found themselves outside on the patio where it was a bit quiet. Though, the children's voices were loud enough to wake a storm. There was a maid in charge of their well-being in times like these. "Yes,” Dulce answered. She had gone through different news only today. She wasn't sure how much she could take before deciding it best to vanish from the face of the Earth again. But she expected this much. "What happened? Tell me about it.” Becker seemed concerned and gently tapped the chair beside him, motioning that she should come and sit down. Dulce merely managed to sit down before resting her head on his shoulders and narrating everything that had happened. "What!?” Becker shouted after she finished explaining. "He left?

"Yes, he did. He threw me out in a blink of an eye." Amelia said. Aspen was shocked that Amelia still managed to stand rooted somewhere. She had been able to perch like a fly. "Amelia! What are you…" "Son. Did you or did you not throw her out?" Mr. McKinney said, his voice low and dangerous. Despite everything, Amelia still survived like a cactus in the desert. "Yes, father. I did. I had her dragged out of here." Aspen deadpanned. "Why?" He asked. Amelia suddenly walked in front of the men and stood on her tippy toes to get Mr. McKinney's attention and like a little witch from the West, pointed her long nail towards the unsuspecting secretary that still had an ice pack to her face. "Her!" Amelia said with indignation and malice. Mr. McKinney followed her direction and a near-whimpering woman with the slickest black hair was in sight. "What happened to her?" He asked, confusion still evident in his eyes. "Don't listen to…" Aspen didn't get to finis

Dulce hasn't had any peace from anywhere, not in her mind, not in her kids. She couldn't even focus on work. She was forced to casually bring up memories of the newsflash. What man in their right mind knows he has kids and moves on as though they meant nothing, while explicitly holding an item that belongs solely to the mother of his kids, if that wasn't a sign? Becker's talk with her kept on replaying in her mind, from the first day when he expressed his anger to the second day when he expressed his disappointment. Her heart had hardened to the thought that Aspen was a dangerous and reckless man. There was no family guy there, and although she never regretted having her kids, she regretted having him as their father. And what was worse? Oleta who hadn't said a word, was the child who didn't let her rest with her questions. Before, it usually used to be how airplanes could fly, about magic and every other thing kids could think of, but recently, it was about Aspen and when she c

Just as Aspen had predicted, Derek was extremely proud that Aspen had done what he had done instead of being a wimp and doing the opposite of what he had told him to do. “Derek, there's something I need you to do.” Aspen began, but Derek already started to scowl, earning a shocked and confused expression from Aspen. “What?” He asked Derek. “What have I been doing if not so many things?” Derek asked and Aspen hissed. “Look, I need you to help me gather some. No, scratch that, I need you to gather all the information you can get on Dulce.” He ordered. Derek couldn't stop with the surprise and burst into a peal of casual laughter. “What?” Aspen seemed to ask, not understanding where this laughter was emitting from. “What's funny?” He asked again, scowling now. “It's just… it's just so funny, dude.” Derek laughed some more. “First, you entered into paranoia after sleeping with her. Then you enter a search phrase and then give up after a year. But somehow for the second time, fiv