ETHAN'S POV The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the city as Ava arrived at my place for a sleepover. She had been struggling with the challenges of starting her own business, and I wanted to do something special for her. Little did she know that this night would bring a cascade of surprises and much-needed relief. "Hey, babe! Come on in," I greeted her with a warm smile as I opened the door. Ava entered, her eyes filled with a mix of exhaustion and excitement. "I can't believe it's finally the weekend. I need a break from all the business planning," she said with a sigh. "Well, tonight is all about you, my love," I assured her, taking her hand and leading her into the cozy warmth of my apartment. The scent of freshly baked cookies filled the air, and the sound of laughter echoed from the living room. Ava's eyes widened in surprise as she took in the scene. "What's all this?" she asked, her curiosity piqued. I grinned mischievously. "I thought we could us

Ava's povAs I entered our apartment, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted me, and I was met with a sight that warmed my heart. There, sitting on the couch with a radiant smile, was Amelia. It was a smile I hadn't seen in a long time, and it filled the room with an infectious joy.Curiosity sparked within me, and I couldn't help but ask, "Amelia, why are you smiling so much? What happened?"Her eyes sparkled with happiness as she replied, "Lucas asked me out! Can you believe it?"Surprise mingled with excitement in my voice as I responded, "That's wonderful, Amelia! I'm so happy for you. I'm glad you've finally moved on."Amelia's smile softened, and she nodded. "Yes, it's been a challenging journey, but Lucas has been such a great friend. He's been there for me, helping me piece my heart back together. And now, he's taken the brave step of asking me out. I'm both nervous and excited."I sat. down beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Amelia, I understand your

Ethan's pov I had longed for Ava's presence in my life, yearning for the day when we would take a significant step forward. After working tirelessly to mend our relationship, the moment had finally arrived. It was time to invite her back into my life, to ask her to move in with me once again. With this thought in mind, I meticulously planned a special evening at my apartment on a cozy Saturday night, hoping to create an atmosphere that would set the stage for an important conversation.As Ava stood before my door, a mixture of surprise and delight illuminated her face. Her smile grew wider as she took in the sight of me standing there, wearing an apron and brimming with anticipation."Ethan, what's all this?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity and excitement.I welcomed her inside, guiding her into the living room, which I had lovingly arranged. The soft glow of flickering candles danced around the room, casting a romantic and intimate aura. Gentle music filled the air, addin

Ethan's povI rushed into the hospital, my heart beating rapidly. "Where is my dad? Is he okay?" I asked the receptionist.The receptionist looked up from her computer and replied, "What's your father's name?""John Smith," I said, my voice shaking.The receptionist typed something into her computer. "He's in room 205. Take the elevator to the second floor, turn right, and it's the second door on your left."I didn't waste a second. I ran to the elevator and pressed the button. When the elevator doors opened, I stepped inside and pressed the button for the second floor.As soon as I arrived at the second floor, I followed the receptionist's directions and found my father's room. I burst inside to find my father lying on the hospital bed, looking frail and weak."Dad, what happened?" I asked, my voice filled with concern.My father struggled to speak, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was at the grocery store...I don't remember what happened next."I took his hand in mine, feeling t

The death of my father had cast a heavy shadow over our family and his company. As the eldest son, I knew that it was my responsibility to step up and take charge. Walking into the office for the first time after his passing, I felt a mix of emotions—grief, uncertainty, and determination. I couldn't let his hard work and legacy crumble into the wrong hands. The news of my father's demise spread quickly, and with it came a swarm of competitors and opportunists, circling like vultures. They saw it as an opportunity to seize control of the company, but I was determined to fight tooth and nail to ensure its survival. I knew I had big shoes to fill, but I also possessed the resilience and strength my father had always seen in me. The early morning sunlight filtered through the office windows as I stood at the head of the conference room table, my father's empty chair a constant reminder of his absence. The room was filled with a mix of solemn faces and hopeful determination as my team mem