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she proudly replied. “We surely will. Thank you, ma’am!” “Just call me mom,” “I already love your mom, Jet,” Hail jokingly whispered after her mom went upstairs. “Stop it–” “I think his mom loves me to come everyday to help and watch her cook,” Saint added. “Can y’all stop competing for my mom?” “Nope.” All of them answered and Jet wants to smack them in the face one-by-one. “Whatever. Why did you come here all of a sudden?”

One thing I was never really able to pinpoint was whether or not Vikram was naturally funny it was just funny around me. Anyway, I and Vikram were now really close. I now had a new friend. So many things can happen within a month. Now over to Aiden, I always had this electric surge around me. Especially whenever he came close to me. He also never stopped surprising me with gifts and food. On this cold Sunday evening, Mom was home with us and she decided that we would watch TV together as a family. "Do you want to or not?" she asked, noticing my face switched off. I was going to give her a No answer but then why say no?

We came out and Sneha handed me the phone. I saw my mom's number flashing on the screen and answered with a sigh, irritation seeping into my voice. "Yes, Mom?" “What are you doing in the club?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the surrounding noise. I sighed, glancing at Sneha. She avoided my gaze, guilt written all over her face. She had told my mom. “Don’t you know what people do in the club?” My mom's anger was palpable, a familiar sting in her tone, “Don’t be like your dad, Isabella. You’re just following his path.”

Jalen shot her a mock glare but couldn’t hide his grin. I squeezed his hand weakly, warmth spreading through the pain. The ordeal had been terrifying, but surrounded by these people—flawed, loving, fiercely loyal—I felt loved. Dad told me stories of how Jude had charged into the fire like a madman. Jude blushed, deflecting with humor: “Yeah, well, next time I’ll bring marshmallows. The fire was perfectly sized for s’mores.” Laughter rippled again, genuine and healing. Jalen stayed close, his thumb tracing circles on my hand. I drifted in and out of light sleep, comforted by their presence.

“ you know what rissa , you and shuan have gotten along so well as father and daughter , so I do not see any reasons why you should be hiding away from him or being pissed that I called him to be here , you cannot do that after all he loved and cared for you like his child . I knew that it would be so pointless starting an argument with mom , she wasn’t going to have it and I know that . So tell me Rissa , I want to know why he was here and who he is to you and even before I go on , well I think that I should hear from you first of all before I get clouded with my judgment . I watched my mom speak and every word felt like venom in my ear . “His a friend mama , but his going to be my boyfrien

My mom then pointed her hand at the man and continued saying “He is Zachary. Your dad’s best friend. This granny is Zach's mother and that handsome boy is their son.” I looked at Harry who was already staring at me. My mom continued saying “Me, your dad, Zach and Charlotte studied in same college in this town. This is our hometown. Zach and Charlotte loved eachother, married, left the place and settled in a city. Then your dad and I married. We often talk on calls, do video calls... I told you too once but you didn’t care about that.” Wow super! So this arrogant boy is my mom friend’s son. But why did they come to this town? To irritate me? I muttered myself.

I pressed my ear against my wall, wondering if the happy couple we're having a fight. They were… “Clara, calm down. Damian doesn’t care about anyone but his company. She’ll stay. She won’t leave unless he decides.” Clara wasn't satisfied. “We can’t risk her getting in the way, and what about the divorce? You’ve waited long enough.” I closed my eyes and my hands folded into fists. Divorce. I bit my lip, trembling, and slowly pulled away from the door. I didn’t want to hear more. I didn’t want to be reminded how easily they had rewritten my life while I was unconscious.

Days have passed since that night at the pool when me and Dan had that talk. I'm really happy that I did and that I've put my feelings aside because now I finally got my answers about their relationship!. Things are going kind of back to normal or so I thought..... My mom is acting a bit strange lately.....she works now even more than before and comes home late at night, sometimes even after midnight Which she doesn't die often...many only once or twice a year with a new collection coming out but now it's already a 3tg time this month and i know she doesn't have anything new so what's going on?? I wonder....

"Mom!" "Did you know I was in a love triangle too, once? Back in high school, my best friend and this sexy quarterback both asked me to the junior prom," "Really? Who'd you end up going with?" "I chose the bad boy, of course, I was sixteen," she rolled her eyes. "And nine months later, I had you," "What?!" I gaped at her. Mom never told me this story before. "Yeah, he turned out to be a douche, as we both can tell," she laughed sarcastically.

And for that one millisecond, I caught myself almost believing it. Dinner went surprisingly well. The three of us sat around the table like we were normal people in a normal situation and not two liars entertaining a woman with a sixth sense for drama. The Alfredo was perfect. The bread was golden. And the wine had everyone warm and giggly. My mom told embarrassing stories about me as a kid—like the time I tried to marry my goldfish, Mr. Bubbles. “Hey, I believed in love!” I said, shoving another piece of garlic bread in my mouth.