I was so desperate to talk to Stefan. Allison told me that she would help me, so that day I booked my flight right away. I will leave tomorrow morning because I will also try to tell Mommy. I'm sure she will understand me, and even if she doesn't agree, I will continue to go to Singapore. That same day, Jackson posted a message on his social media accounts saying that the accusations against me were false. He also said the reason we were both hugging each other that night was because I was crying. He went into full detail in his post, and he also said that he just showed me the video of Stefan kissing another girl. Some believe his explanation, but others don't. That thing reduced my thinking, because I know that not all people are open-minded in such situations. Only people who know me understand that, and I am very grateful to all of them. "What's the update?" I asked Clara when she called me. "Stefan doesn't want to tell me the address where they are in Singapore. Maybe he know

"W-What do you mean?" I asked, stuttering and shaking my head. I remembered Stefan's story. He said that someone killed his Dad, and he saw how he died. His father was killed, and I'm sure that my Dad can't do the thing they're accusing him of."Tell him, Stefan, to end this conversation. I'm wasting my time!" said his mommy. I looked at Stefan, and I could still see the concern in his eyes, but he tried to cover it with anger. He nodded at me before speaking. "It's true. Your dad killed my dad, and you're the one I chose to charge because you're his favorite son. I just forced myself into your life to hurt you. To get r-revenge," he said, then stammered at the last he said. I shook my head, and my tears fell even more. That's not true. I know, and I felt how much he loved me when we were together. "That's not true," I said while shaking my head. "M-My Dad can't do what you are saying—" he cut me off again. "You say that because you know nothing and—" he couldn't finish what he

Weeks have passed, and Allison still hasn't woken up. Brent was also buried, and we all went that day. We all sympathize with his family, and they wish Allison a fast recovery. I didn't enroll for the first semester because I was the only one with my mother to take care of Allison while she was still comatose. I also lost my desire to go back to school because most of them hated me due to what happened between me and Stefan. I chose to keep an eye on Allison, and there was no problem with my Mother. What I didn't expect was to find out a few weeks later that I was pregnant. At first, my mother got mad at me, and I understood her. Her feelings of being hurt and angry with me are valid because I disappointed her.I haven't received any updates about Stefan either. The only thing I know is that he has continued his studies in Canada. I was going to let him know that I was pregnant because that was the advice of my friends, but when my mother found out, she didn't agree. Mom doesn't wa

I know a lot has changed about him. The way he talks, the way he acts, and the way he expresses his emotions We haven't seen each other for only eight months, and so many things have changed about him. Eight months have passed, and everything still hurts me. I invest a lot in him, and I feel sad every time I remember that the things he showed me before turned out not to be true. "I wouldn't come here if I didn't need you, Stefan," I answered him. "Exactly. You need something; that's why you're here. So, what is it?" he asked while still frowning, and the irritation was still there. I took another deep breath because, even though I was nervous, I couldn't back down. "You got me pregnant eight months ago, and I gave birth yesterday. My due date was supposed to be next month, but I was shocked when I gave birth—"Before I finished speaking, he immediately cut me off. "What?! I got you pregnant?! How did that happen, Eli? Are you making up stories to get revenge on me?! Stop that bu

When I got to the restaurant where Mommy had reserved our dinner, I immediately saw Stella talking to the other waiters there. The other staff there greeted me, while my bodyguards followed me. I don't really want to have bodyguards, but my mother insisted. She said that I needed it for my safety because she was worried about me when the journalists crowded around me to ask me questions before.I was going near our table when a man suddenly blocked my way. I was a little surprised at that, but when I saw who it was, I breathed a sigh of relief. I turned to my two bodyguards who were behind me, and I signaled to them that I was fine there until they moved away from me. "Doctor Santos!" I greeted my friend when my bodyguards finally left. Doctor Santos is from another hospital. We met at trainings then, and he was one of the guys who courted me that I never gave a chance to. We have been friends until now, and he is fun to be with. Sometimes I was still left behind because he always