Adrian Moore clenched his jaw. He’d been played, a pawn in another woman’s game. But he was no one’s throw-away piece.His mind raced, relaying conversations and quiet moments between them, searching for a time Liz could have used him or the opportunity he had provided her – the contract. The harder he searched his memory, the more desperate he became to prove to himself she’d lied to him and used him.Hell, he’d settled for her having misled him in any way. But there was nothing to find. Nothing stood out as deceitful. In fact, she’d been there whenever he needed her. Still, that didn’t change the fact that she was two timing him. That would explain why she’d gone to meet her ex-lover twice without finding it necessary to tell him.Even though they weren’t in a real official relationship yet, he’d imagined she would at least inform him about it but she hadn’t.His gaze shot to her face in the picture he gripped in his hand, the same picture that the media had taken of them when he’d

Liz Walters arrived to her hometown and immediately, she found herself standing in front of her house, the same house she’d escaped. How long she stood in the doorway she didn’t know, but when she realized she needed to do something, rather than just stand there and stare, she realized that her cheeks were wet with tears.Tears for Adrian… for their initial budding relationship… for what had happened and now this reunion with her grandparents…A new concern…A new fear…She’d told herself she was brave enough to do this, but was she ready to face them? She’d barely made it through before. Walking out of Adrian house with her luggage had been like leaving a piece of her heart behind.She’d known she’d never be the same again… at least not any time soon.Lifting a hand, she knocked on the door and waited for someone to open the door. She braced herself, preparing herself to face her grandparents but then, she felt apprehensive…Just as she turned to leave, she heard the door opening beh

Liz Walters stirred when her alarm woke her. Groaning, she blindly reached out to grab her clock and switch off the irritating noise, then flopped back against her pillows.It’s been a month since she’d returned home. Things have been so different from when she’d run away. She believed her grandma has spoken to his grandpa and the air has been strangely calm and light, not oppressive like it’d been before.Although at first her grandpa had seemed a bit angry and close off around her, he’d gradually eased up to his wife’s new set of rules and to having Liz back in the house.One night, he’d started a conversation, one which Liz was trying to avoid at all cost – regarding the family business. He wanted to inform Liz, not like he hadn’t done so before for a hundred times already, that she would have to take over the family business.She was already aware that she would have to take care of it someday but she wasn’t ready yet. And, her grandpa never wasted a second to educate her about th

Liz Walters swallowed nervously. “No, it’s okay! I won’t be long, and then I’ll be right back, good as new.” She attempted another weak smile.“Alright,” Xander gave her a nod before getting inside the elevator.Once the elevator doors slide closed, she exhaled a sigh of relief. She was so close to getting caught. If she’d blurted out anything she wasn’t supposed to say, words would have gotten directly to her grandpa. That was something she did not want to happen right now.She wore her jacket. It was getting cold outside. It would look odd if she’s said she was going out but didn’t take her coat.Walking out, she nodded a greeting at one of the receptionists she vaguely recognized.It didn’t take long for her to find a pharmacy which was not that far yet not that close to the company. It was a few blocks down the road to the left. She checked her surroundings before going inside.She went straight to the first lady she saw working behind the counter.The woman in her late thirties l

Liz Walters woke to waves of nausea and staggered sleepily toward the bathroom, hoping she wasn’t about to throw up all over her bedroom floor. Thankfully, she made it, and washed her face afterwards, rinsing her mouth with water and blinking tiredly at her reflection.I look awful. Where’s that glow everyone usually talks about while pregnant? She thought.Downstairs, dressed and ready for work, she stared at the breakfast the cook made them for today and felt nausea so she searched through the contents of the fridge and the cupboards for inspiration. She needed to eat, but what would stay down?There was a packet of chocolate cookies, half empty, so she grabbed a couple of those and ate them. It seemed to help, so she packed some to eat in the office in case she couldn’t eat the lunch her grandma had packed for her and drank a glass of juice before heading to work.She felt apprehensive working alongside her grandpa since she was struggling with her emotions around people nowadays.