Alton's POVI stared at Solana's face intently.I didn't bother to take off my gaze so she was the one who decided to look away and turned her head on Kris."I'm sorry Kris for not telling you that I am alive," she said.I saw tears forming in Kris's eyes.After a while, she hug Solana once again, tightly as if it would disappear any moment."I know you have your reasons Solana, what is important now is you are alive," Kris uttered trying to suppress her sobs.After a while Kris broke off the hug and then turned her head to George who is standing next to Solana, silently watching us."Who is he?" Kris carefully asked shifting her gaze from Solana then to George.Solana turned her head to George and then to Kris."He is George..." Solana paused and threw a glance at my side before bringing her gaze back to Kris."my husband," she added and when I heard those words came out of her mouth I felt a pang on my chest."Oh!" Kris uttered, shocked when she heard Solana's response.Kris turned

Alton's POVSolana looked at me intently then after a while she smiled at me."Let's sleep," she said then closed her eyes so I have no choice but to stare at her face confused.I felt I am slowly having a grasp on the truth but it feels like I am just making things up to make me feel better.I want to ask her if Atlas is my son but I can't bring myself to ask it because of fear that she might answer the same. That our child is dead. That she lost it from the accident and hearing it from her once again felt like being stabbed multiple times.I let out a deep breath and contented myself by staring at them.I looked at Solana's face intently then turned my head on Atlas.Whenever I am looking at Atlas I can feel happiness surge in my system but at the same time, I felt pain and longing because I can see my child in him.I planted a soft kiss on Atlas' forehead."I wish you are my son," I whispered wiping the tears that fell from my eyes.I looked at them once again before I decided to s

Alton's POVI sat on the sand while watching the sunrise.I am still carrying the guilt that I felt earlier when I saw my son slowly losing his breath.I feel lost.I have no idea what I should do. I want to be near my son. I want to wrap him in my arms but I am afraid that if I do that he might get mad and cry. He might end up in that situation again and I don't want to witness that. It was such torture watching my son lose his breath because of me.While I am peacefully sitting at the shore I felt someone's presence and upon turning my head I saw Arthur.He smiled at me so I smiled back. After that, he turned his head on the vast sea and I did the same."Atlas is a good kid," he started.I looked at him but his eyes is fixated on the sea."I can see that," I responded.Arthur turned his head on me and then stared at my face intently."You are his father, right?" he asked. I nod my head without any hesitation."Atlas looks exactly like you," he added which made me smile."Atlas alwa

Solana's POVA week passed, and Atlas was gradually opening up to his father, Alton. It warmed my heart to witness their bond strengthening with each passing day.Finally, after a week of hard work, my store was completed, and I could proudly open its doors. Mary, kind-hearted as ever, volunteered to look after Atlas while I was in town selling clothes. Her help brought me great relief, knowing that Atlas would be cared for in my absence.Everything had been going smoothly for the past week, and I believed that things would continue to go well. However, my hopes were shattered when an unexpected visitor barged into my store. A woman, about the same age as my mother, stepped inside, her gaze fixed intensely upon me.Approaching her, I inquired politely, "Yes, ma'am, how can I assist you?"To my shock, her hand swiftly met my face with a resounding slap. The sting of the impact reverberated through me. Anger dripped from her words as she confronted me, "Isn't it enough that your mother

Solana's POVI woke up to find myself alone in bed, without Alton by my side. Stretching my limbs, I made my way to the kitchen, where I found him cooking breakfast. His face lit up with a smile as soon as he saw me."Good morning," he greeted warmly.Returning his smile, I walked over to him and stole a glimpse of what he was preparing."You should have woken me up. I should be the one cooking breakfast," I said."It's fine. I used to cook for you, remember?" he replied, bringing back fond memories of the times he stayed at my place, taking care of me.A little while later, Atlas, still in his pyjamas and rubbing his eyes, stumbled into the kitchen."Good morning, Love," I greeted, pulling him into a tight hug and planting a kiss on his cheek."Good morning, buddy," Alton greeted with a smile."Good morning Mommy. Good morning Daddy," he greeted back then climbed onto his chair. I helped him to ensure he won't fall.Once Alton finished cooking, he served the food on the table, and we