Larisa's pov I wonder why my mom would go and meet Taylor at his house. What could they have discussed? My mom seriously suggested that I should go back to Taylor. I know it's because of the help he provided when she was seriously ill. Will I always be the one making sacrifices in this situation? I can't bear it. I found myself talking to myself in my office when suddenly I felt a strong urge to talk to Dylan again. This feeling was so intense that I had no choice but to give in to it. It has been happening for several weeks now, and every day I can't stop thinking about Dylan. However, Dylan remains stubborn about our relationship, though he can't say no to it. What is he afraid of? I took out my phone and dialed his number. Even before he answered, I couldn't help but smile. But in every call, I find myself accusing him of something he did to me. "Hello, honey. How was your night? When will you invite me to New York?" "My Dear," he paused. "Why are you afraid of your bro

Author's pov Taylor heard the sound of a car horn outside his house, a familiar sound. "Isn't that Gabriel?" he thought, a smile lighting up his face. It was noon, and Taylor was the only one at home. He hurriedly got up and went to the door, filled with excitement. As he reached the door and opened it, his expectations were met. "Gabriel...! I thought you said you'd be back tomorrow." "Yes, sorry about that. All the same, it's nice to be here. Is your leg healing quickly?" "Yes, please come inside. I'm thrilled you came even earlier. Gabriel, look at you. You left the country, and I really missed you. No person like you in my life.” He smiled. "I missed you too. I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your parents' anniversary." "Hmm..." Taylor hummed as he sat down gently. "It makes me so happy to see you again. I hope your work won't keep us apart for this long again," Taylor asked, and they both laughed. "Are you home alone?" Gabriel glanced at his watch and then at Tayl

Larisa’s pov The first thing I did was to immediately end Taylor's call, leaving me utterly shocked and compelled to stand up. "Oh my god! No, no, Dylan, you can't do this to me. Why?" I exclaimed, unaware of my mum's inquiries. "Larisa, what's wrong? What's the matter?" she asked, but I paid her no attention. I couldn't hear her at that moment. I sat down and pressed my fingers against my chin. "What are you hiding? What's wrong?" My mum raised her voice, yet I wasn't willing to divulge what had just transpired. Then Taylor called me a second time, and I observed the phone ring and subsequently ended the call. My mum noticed and remained silent, gazing at me as I displayed an unusual demeanor. We both knew it was Taylor calling again, and my mum awaited an explanation for my distress. "What's going on, Larisa? How many times do I have to ask?" she spoke up. To compound matters, my mum's phone began ringing, and I realized it was Taylor when she showed me the screen.

Author’s pov As Larisa's mother failed to hear her daughter's voice or identify who had entered the house, she cautiously reduced the flame of her cooking gas and stepped out of the kitchen. Upon reaching the living room, she discovered the sitting room was empty. "Where has Larisa gone?" she pondered silently, noticing the open exit door. She proceeded out of the living room and spotted Larisa standing at a distance. Initially, she thought Taylor was beside her, engaged in an argument. However, the closer she approached, the clearer it became that the person standing with her was not Taylor, but an exact replica. "Believe me, I can swear on anything you want me to..." Dylan's voice trailed off as both he and Larisa were engrossed in their argument, oblivious to Larisa's mother's presence. "Larisa..." Her words startled them, and they immediately fell silent. Larisa couldn't hide her frustration as she stomped her right foot on the ground. "You must be Taylor's..." "Twin b

Dylan’s pov It was so difficult to see someone that I loved so much pushed me away and threw back my feelings on my face. How on earth am I going to tell her that I was the one who told Taylor that she was pregnant. On the plane back to my place, I sat close to the window looking outside and I wasn’t seeing anything as my heart and mind were not with me. I am completely bewildered and Taylor didn’t tell me that he was going to Larisa’s house. Assuming he told me, I wouldn’t have gone to his place. There would have been a hundred and one excuses that I would have told him. When I came down from the plane, I took my phone and dialed Larisa’s number to see if she had unblocked me, but my number was still blocked. Have I actually lost Larisa? Why did we even start it in the first place? It wasn’t the fault of both of us. It was something that happened simultaneously and we became in love. Just a moment with her from the airport when he came to pick me up changed my perception of love