Five Months Later. Aysel descended the grand staircase, her swollen belly leading the way as she gently supported her lower back with one hand. She was adorned in a stunning silver A-line gown, embellished with dazzling round diamond stones along the neckline. The silver earrings and necklace she wore perfectly complemented her outfit. Her brown hair was no longer wavy, it now looked really straight like she had changed the bouncy waves of her coily hair to be changed into a straight one. She had plaited her in a straight ponytail As she eased herself onto the couch, a sigh of relief escaped her lips. "Honestly, this house is too big," Aysel muttered, her breaths coming in short gasps. "Just walking from one room to another leaves me breathless. Please, God, give me strength." Her once wavy brown hair now hung straight behind her back, as if she had transformed the bouncy waves of her curly hair into a sleek, straight style. She had fashioned it into a neat ponytail, swaying behin

Pushing the door open, she found Aysel dressed in a blue hospital gown. Her brown hair cascaded loosely on the pillow as she lay on the bed with a baby cradle by her side.Closing the door behind her, Janetta couldn't contain her smile as she approached Aysel, the joy of the new arrival evident in the room."Janetta,” Aysel muttered as she tried to sit up on the bed. She had a smile on her face but carried a little hint of disappointment in her eyes. "Hey, Aysel, how's my little nephew doing?" Janetta whispered as she cautiously approached them.Walking over to the white baby cradle beside Aysel's bed, Janetta laid her eyes on the tiny pink bundle wrapped snugly in a sky-blue blanket. The baby, with his long, thick lashes peacefully shut in slumber, brought a smile to Janetta's face."Oh, he's just adorable. But it seems he's still fast asleep. Should I pick him up now, or should I wait until he wakes?" Janetta inquired excitedly, her joyful smile reflecting in her deep blue eyes.

Here are the divorce papers you asked for from me, Mr. Anthony Garcia. "Hand it over to her “ Anthony instructed, gesturing towards Aysel. The man followed the direction Anthony pointed at and his gaze fell on Aysel who stood before him with her petite figure like a bottle that would break any time soon as her body shuddered slightly and a teardrop rolled down her crimson cheeks. Her tears caught his eyes and he felt a sharp pain in his chest as goosebumps formed on his skin. He turned back to Anthony with a questioning gaze. "Her?” he managed to ask with hesitance in his tone. "Who else? Give it to her, so she can sign the pages and leave my estate immediately,” Anthony commanded, sending a chilling aura down his spine. Xavier could not believe everything that was happening. He could not accept that Anthony was changing towards Aysel and her child. "Are you being serious right now, bro? Aysel is your wife for heaven's sake, Anthony!” Xavier palmed his forehead, letting out a gr

Five Years Later. "Mama, please! I don't want to go to school!" pleaded a young boy of around five years old, his wavy, short brown hair bouncing as he darted around the spacious sitting room. Seeking refuge, he scurried behind the dining chairs, attempting to evade his determined mother."Alexis, come back here! It's time for your bath, and you have exams today," called out a young woman with a similar shade of brown hair, neatly tied up in a bun. She wore a simple, flowing dress, but her face showed signs of exhaustion. She had been chasing after the mischievous little rascal for several minutes now, but he adamantly refused to comply, insisting that he didn't want to go to school! "I don't want to! I hate my teacher! She always pulls my ear and calls me a naughty boy, even when I haven't done anything wrong!" he exclaimed in a frustrated, childlike tone, as he came out from his hiding spot only to swiftly move to another, repeating the pattern."Did you just say you did nothing

Aysel could not just find herself accepting someone else calling her child a look-alike of Anthony Garcia. It's like a forbidden word to her ears. loud cries continued from the labor room in the background admist. "Aysel, be calm. What's up with you all of a sudden?” Mrs. Penelope asked, walking over to meet her. Mikhail raised his hands up as he got up to his feet, towering over Aysel’s average-looking height. "I mean no harm. What's the need to be so angry? Fine, I won't repeat that again.” Mikhail apologized immediately. "Mom,” Alexis called, pulling Aysel’s hand and Aysel peered down at him, the anger in her eyes still visible. "Don't yell at Uncle. He is nice and means no harm to me. He was only saying, he didn't mean to raise any issue, mommy. And uncle had helped take Aunty to the hospital in his car after the accident. I was on the road, crying and trying to help Aunty but all my efforts turned useless. No one came to help except him,” "What?” Aysel exclaimed, shocked to