Ella's pov My life has been a difficult journey that I never wanted to share with anyone, especially my daughter Charlotte. I've always been afraid of burdening her with the trauma I've managed to overcome over the years. So, all this time, I've only given her a fabricated version of my story. She grew up believing that her dad and I separated early in our marriage and that was what I told her. That was a huge lie, but I thought it was better for her mental well-being when she was young. I didn't think she could handle the harsh truth about my life and what I have passed through. If only I had known, I wouldn't have displayed that old picture on my bedroom wall. It's the source of all these issues. Charlotte has never been sad or felt hungry for her father's presence. But when she asked me how she was conceived, I knew it was time to reveal the truth to her. At first, I hesitated and didn't want to disclose what I had been hiding. "My dear, can we talk about this when you're in

Author's pov It was in the evening and Luke was in his house and he was about to enter the bathroom when he heard the sound of a car. No one had called him that he or she was coming to visit him. Filled with curiosity, he came out of his room and went to the sitting room, then from its window, he looked through and saw that it was one of his close friends Martins who had come. Instantly, he went to the main door and opened it. Martins was still about to come out of his car when Luke opened the door and stood at the door ro wait for his friend. “Martins…,” he called his name and there was a big bottle of wine in his hand. From the look of things, Martins was a bit drunk, but he could still control himself. Martins ignored his greeting and walked closer to him and said, “I thought you traveled. Let's go into the car. What's happening to you? I don't see you in the club any longer. Don't tell me you are cooling off.” “I…I came,” he smiled and stammered and was smiling beneath it

Charlotte's pov Is jealousy associated with love? I could see it on Tyler's face. He wasn't happy at all and I could see how the expressions on his face were even after he had dropped me in my house. When he asked me who Paul was, I said, “Paul is an old friend in college. A very close friend and at several times, he asked me out, but I declined it because I was in love with Harry. But now he is married and they have a daughter called Carol.” “Why will a married man be so close to you when you both come out of the room?” As soon as he said that words, I came out openly and said, “Please, what do you want? I enjoy every moment spent with you.” I said and when I remembered what Tyler said after I asked him that question, I paused my thoughts for a while. I was in my room contemplating. Does Tyler want a close or open relationship? How can they be? How can I date him in the presence of my best friend? In his own words, he said, “Charlotte, this might be a hard truth, but I ne

Charlotte's pov Sometimes, when you feel guilty about something, you might expect others to have similar thoughts. When my mum asked me the question, "Who was the person that dropped you off in that car that just left?" I was confused. I thought that she had somehow found out what I had been avoiding and didn't want anyone to know. It took me a while, not just a few seconds, to gather my thoughts. At first, I walked past her and was almost in my room when she followed me, trying to reach out and hold my hand, like a mother-daughter gesture, and asked again, "Can't you tell me who brought you home? What are you hiding?" I looked into her eyes and realized she wasn't going to accept "no" for an answer. So, I said, "It was Tyler, my best friend's dad." I had already prepared in my mind what to say next, depending on her response. "How kind of him. Despite it being nighttime, he still took the time to come and pick you up. He must see you like a daughter, that is what every fa

Author's pov It took Paul about twenty minutes to reach his best friend's office. After parking his car on the left side of the white building, he got out and headed straight for the elevator. Sam's office was on the seventh floor, and within a few minutes, Paul was standing in front of the door, knocking. "Please come in," he heard Sam's voice along with another feminine voice. Paul grasped the doorknob and opened the door. Sam was seated, with his secretary showing him some files while standing near the black desk. As Paul entered, Sam said to the secretary, saying, "Work on this file and bring it to me later." "Okay, Sir," she took the files and left. Sam stood up and warmly shook hands with Paul, a smile on his face. He hoped for Paul to smile back, but instead, Paul seemed moody. "Please, have a seat," Sam said. Before his secretary could leave the office, he quickly added, "Anna, please bring us a bottle of wine." "Okay, Sir," she replied before closing the door be