OLIVER Could it be a coincidence that Valerie and Ellen do not eat chocolates? It was too connected to be a coincidence. I have everything I needed to be sure she was Ellen, except for one thing. Sophie. If I ever see Sophie with her, I will be sure she was Ellen. If I found out who she is, I might keep acting like I did not know, and I will win her over. She acted suspiciously. She could not quit at Clockwise if she was not hiding something. I was certain she was hiding something, and that is why she avoided me at all costs. A woman that does not know me before would not be acting so weirdly and evasively around me. Even if she was being cautious. There were levels to it. I enjoyed her company though, and if she turns out to be Valerie and not Ellen, I do not know what I would do. I got attracted to Valerie because I thought she was Ellen. I missed Ellen and wished she could just come out from wherever she was hiding to give me a warm hug. Valerie and I

OLIVER What the fuck! I had a daughter, and I knew nothing about her. For how many years? I was so angry that I could hardly see clearly. How the fuck could she do this to me? We lived in the same house for months, yet she did not deem it fit to tell me the truth. She knew how I hurt when I thought I lost a child with Sara. I fucking opened up to her and all she did was take my feelings for granted. She took me for a fucking fool. She was seated across from me in my jet as we went back to California and Sophie had fallen asleep in her arms. She has a lot to confess to me. She is going to spill everything I needed to hear tonight, and she would say nothing but the truth. She refused to meet my eyes and I glared at her. Monica, my assistant sat behind us, tapping on her phone. She seemed oblivious to what was going on and I preferred it that way. Recently, she has been too up in my business, asking if I was ever married and if I loved women. I caution

ELLEN I woke up alone on the bed. Tears stained my pillow because I had cried myself to sleep. I walked over to the mirror and looked at my face. My eyes were all puffy from cry. I could not believe Oliver had changed this badly. He had never been a good person to me anyway, but he has never held me hostage, making me do his biddings and using my daughter as bait. I knew my phone was tapped now, and I could not speak with anyone without him knowing about it. I wore my robe and went down to the kitchen to prepare what I can for Sophie. I would not be subjected to becoming a house wife for Oliver. I will not cook or do things in this house. This marriage was a contract and all I know now is that I am his hostage. I know that even after this contract, I will be forced to stay because of Sophie. That is where Oliver waited for me. I could not go against him in court because I knew he was well connected and had people inside. I cannot imagine a life without Sophie. I ca

ELLEN “I am sorry for how I have been treating you.” I stared at him in disbelief. I was not making it easy for him, not after what he did to me. He did not even let me explain anything. “Now, you are ready to hear what I have to say?” “Come on, Ellen, this is not even my fault and yet I am here apologizing.” “If you think it is something I should jump up at, then you shouldn’t apologize at all.” I started walking out of the kitchen. Oliver grabbed my hand and stopped me. “Do you think I should be apologizing? You hurt me, Ellen.” “And you are getting your payback, are you not? I am not ready to talk about this. This is exactly the reason I left in the first place.” “I am not fucking talking about when you left the second time. You hid her whole existence from me! You had enough time to tell me about her.” “Not after you ruined my life!” I yelled. He stumbled and left my hand. “I ruined your life?” “You had sex

ELLEN When we got back from eating ice cream, it was dark. Sophie was so exhausted that she was already asleep before we got back. It was fun though, Oliver made the most out of it. After getting ice cream, he went ahead to take us to the pack. Sophie was overexcited and I was happy that she was. She and Oliver blended so well that it melted my heart. Sophie would always make us come together. She made us excited and although we were not on speaking terms, we acted along. In another time, I would have cherished the moment, but this was a different situation. No matter how hard I tried to shove it to the back of my mind, the picture of Oliver and Monica kissing lived rent-free in my head. Who knows what else they have done? I should not let this thing go to me, but it was. After all, Oliver and I were not in love—I mean I might be the only one catching the feeling. He had never told me he loved me before. We had a contract and agreed never to fall in love. I tuck