Javier’s PovI went over to my wine cellar and took out a bottle of my regular alcohol and a wine glass. Placing them on my desk, I poured some into my wine glass which I gulped down at once. It's been two hours since Dr. Montes came and took the blood sample of Victoria’s baby for a DNA test. Should the result turn out to be true, what should I do? How am I going to react to this sudden news?No. It can't be true. I know that I was drunk that night, but I'm almost certain I didn't touch Victoria. My train of thoughts was interrupted by a light knock at the door before it opened. I turned to see Daniella come in. She carried with her a tray containing a teapot set. My guess would be coffee in there. I haven't spoken to her after last night — probably couldn't look her in the eye now. I've just locked myself up in this study of mine, trying to distract myself from thoughts of Victoria and her mysterious child. So far it's not working. “I made you coffee.” She said, placing the tray

Javier's PovLeaving the dinner table, I made my way upstairs to my study to prepare for a meeting I'll be having with some new investors from England.I really don't know what's Victoria’s deal? What's she trying to do, impress me? I overheard Daniella and her making a fuss about who should be the one to call me down for breakfast. I was surprised when Daniella seemed offended by it and addressed me her husband. She had said that this marriage was only on paper, then why did she boldly address me as her husband?To be honest and for some strange reason, I liked the way she claimed me as her husband. It made my heart do skips, what should I call that feeling?A knock on my door pulled me back to reality. The door opened and Daniella walked in with a tray I presume, contained a cup of coffee. Seeing her now and recalling her words, it made my heart skip again.What should I call this?Yesterday, Juan had informed me that she didn't seem happy on hearing Victoria’s stay. So I had to e