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21.

Avery’s POVAvery had expected to wake up to headlines about her grandfather’s grand 80th birthday celebration, filled with extravagant praises and glowing tributes to what kind of man he was. And perhaps her grandfather announcing the expensive presents that he received.Instead, the internet was buzzing with another kind of news, something entirely different from the celebration.Her.Or more specifically, the mystery woman who had spent the night at the party with Asher Storm, Since her name was not mentioned in the headlines.she didn't know if it was intentional or not because whoever had given the pictures to the press had to have known who was in it. She could still clearly see herself in the picture and anyone looking deeply would see her too.She sat frozen at the kitchen counter, her tablet in her hands, scrolling through the endless stream of headlines. Never did she imagine that her first event in the states would blow up this way.‘Who is the woman with Asher Storm?’ One

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Avery’s POV Avery’s voice was softer this time, cautious. This was no longer about the torn book, it was something else. Neal wouldn’t have just blurted out a statement like that. “What do you mean, baby?” She asked him.“Your father is Henry, and I told you that he’s no longer with us. Not because he couldn’t, but because he’s dead…” she added for emphasis sake.Neal looked at her, blinking innocently like he had just not made a statement that shook her. “Not Henry.” He muttered.Avery stiffened. Henry was their father, that was what she had been told when she had woken up from her six months coma. She had made sure that Noel and Neal knew who their father was, shown them pictures of Henry that had been shown to her.She took in a deep breath. “Then who? If Henry isn’t your father, who are you talking about?” She asked him in an uncertain voice. Neal couldn’t possibly be seeing or imagining things, right?Neal’s eyes brightened as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. It’s

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Avery’s POVAvery stared at the door for a long second, her heart pounding as the doornell rang.She wasn’t ready for this at all. She wasn’t ready to even meet Asher, especially after the mess that had just happened with Neal. Yet, Asher was there, outside her door. He had arrived in less than ten minutes, like he had already been on his way before he even called. That was the only explanation as to why it took him less than twenty minutes to show up. At least with twenty minutes, she had time to think, but now…The doorbell rang again, pulling her from her thoughts. She couldn’t keep him waiting outside. She had a feeling that Asher was the kind of man who broke down doors to enter a place where he was restricted from entering.Avery exhaled sharply, smoothing down her blouse before she took a step further and pulled the door open.And there he was. Asher Storm.In all his glory, standing on her doorstep, tall, composed, and an unreadable expression on his face. She had thought he

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Avery's POVThe room was too quiet, filled only with the sound of Neal’s steady breathing against Asher’s chest. Her son's face looked peaceful, satisfied; he was content being in Asher's arm.Was this Neal's silent cry for a father? He had not mentioned it before, nor had it bothered them. Why now? Why had he decided to choose Asher to take that place. why not Julian.Avery felt like she was watching something she wasn’t meant to see; something private, something unspoken. This was the bond that should exist between a father and his son, and it hurt her that Neal and Noel had never experienced this kind of love before.She was tempted to pull them apart, but her heart screamed at her to let them be. Let Neal experience this at least once in his life. Let him feel the warmth of being in his father's arms; though in reality, Asher was not his father.Asher hadn’t moved, but his grip on Neal had shifted. It was no longer hesitant, no longer uncertain. It was protective. It was as if he

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Avery's POV Avery was still thinking about Asher’s request as she buckled the boys’ seatbelts in the back seat of the car. She had told him that she would think about it and that she needed more time.She had felt overwhelmed with Asher's presence the previous day, that it still lingered in her mind. The way he looked at her when the boys were not looking or talking to him. The way he had circled his arms around her to assist her get something at the top cabinet.Avery sighed, shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts. She was in her sons school and this was not the right place or time to be thinking about such thing.The warm afternoon sun filtered through the windshield, casting soft shadows across the dashboard. She would have to drive with that sun reflecting on her face. At least,she had not forgotten to carry her sunshades when leaving the house.A gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant chatter of children still lingering near the school gates.

26.

Avery's POVAvery was getting tired of arguing or correcting her sons. It was as if the more she emphasized on the fact that Asher was not their father, the more they sounded it in her ears. She turned in her seat, blinking at Neal, trying to make sense of what she had just heard."Asher said that?" she asked slowly.Neal grinned, nodding. "Yup!" He said cheerfully.Avery sighed, shaking her head. She had no doubt Asher had only said that because Neal had backed him into a corner with his relentless insistence. With the way they were making requests and asking Asher to promise them this or that, she knew that he must have agreed to please them. But still… hearing those words aloud made something shift in her chest.Avery sighed. "Asher probably just said that to make you happy," she said, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to burst their hopes and at the same time, she wanted them to face reality."But he meant it!" Neal argued. Avery bit the inside of her cheek, inhaling

27.

Avery’s POVShe exhaled slowly, shifting her gaze back to Neal’s teacher, Mrs. Peterson, who was watching her with a mix of curiosity and concern. Avery didn’t like to be placed under the spot, especially over something as sensitive as this.Ms. Peterson cleared her throat. “I just thought you should see it. I noticed that Neal was very focused while painting this,” she said gently. “Neal spoke about him so fondly while he painted. And when I asked him about it, he was quite insistent that this is his family now. That’s why I wanted to bring it to your attention.”Avery’s heart clenched. Neal was always so open and trusting when he likes someone. He’s also very quick to claim people as his own once they have broken through his mental walls.She should have seen this coming. That it was no longer going to be a secret at home, but he was now proudly telling people about Asher. She shuddered to think what what would happen if the Wellesley family found out. This was deep.“I appreciate

28.

Avery's POVAvery shut the door and put the car into start. She would have a long conversation with the boys at home first, because this was becoming too much.She noticed someone staring at her from behind and turned to see Neal, his big blue eyes wide with curiosity. He was almost out of his seat if not for the seat belt holding him back in place. “Mom? What did Ms. Peterson want?” he asked her.Avery forced a smile. There was no use in getting mad at him over this. She would focus on his performance instead. “She just wanted to show me your painting.” she replied.Neal grinned. “Did you like it?” he asked in a proud voice.She glanced at him in the rearview mirror. Of course the painting was beautiful. It was something to be proud of. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart.” she told him, instead of focusing on the fact that he included Asher in the painting.“Did you see Asher?” Noel piped up. “I made sure Neal got his hair right!”Avery chuckled despite herself. She was actually surprised

29.

Avery’s POVThe moment she stepped out of the elevator, a warm voice greeted her, as if they had been expecting her.“Avery.”She turned to see Rosa, her grandfather’s long-time secretary, smiling at her. The older woman was in her mid-sixties now, with kind eyes and graying brown hair pulled into a neat chignon. She had been working for grandfather for as long as Avery could remember, even before the boys were born.“Rosa.” Avery smiled, this time genuine. She misses the woman. Rosa was one of the few persons who visited her at the hospital after she woke up from the coma.The woman had kept her company more times than she could count and Avery would always be grateful of Rosa supporting her and defending her in front of her sisters in-law.The woman pulled her into a brief hug. “It’s been too long.” She whispered close to Avery’s ear.“Yeah, well… life,” Avery said, shrugging. Over the years, her relationship with Rosa had declined, especially after she had left the states. But now

30.

Avery’s POVAvery sat frozen, her fingers gripping the armrest of the chair as her grandfather’s words settled in. A reporter? This was her first time hearing it this.She had spent years wondering about the life she had before the accident, searching for pieces of a puzzle that never seemed to fit. And now, out of nowhere, Grandfather Wellesley was telling her that she had been a reporter—something she had never once suspected.She neither looked nor acted like a reporter, so it was difficult to accept what he had said.Her heartbeat quickened as she stared at him, his sharp blue eyes watching her closely, waiting for her reaction. He wants her to come to the company and work as a reporter.In other words, he was telling her that he was fed up with her avoiding and distancing herself from the company. That it was now time to come closer. Avery had intentionally stayed clear of anything that has to do with Wellesley publications because of her sisters in-law drama. They didn't work i

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