CHARLOTTE'S POV:-The very next morning, while I was serving a customer, I saw Andrew walking into the bakery again. Before any stupid ideas could actually invade my mind, I saw him walking straight to Nana. He was actually chatting with Nana as if he knew her well. It was no surprise. He actually knew her. He told me that he visited Nana's bakery every single morning and sometimes in the evening as well.After placing his order, he walked to the corner and took his seat. Since Kevin had a morning practice, I decided to stay behind and help Nana. I had my own plans to go and look for a job for myself. I couldn't say if I could find a job that could pay for my university expenses even after the scholarship, but I needed to start saving for the sake of my baby's future.Nana called me, pulling me out of the daze again. I hurried over to the counter and she handed me a tray that had a cup of cold coffee, a glass of milkshake, a donut and a pair of sandwiches. "Take it to table six." Nana
CHARLOTTE'S POV:-Once I sobered up, I dialled my brother's number. I was not shocked at all the moment he hung up without even picking up my call. I dialled the landline and he did the same. But he didn't live alone in that home. I called Rene and as I had expected, she picked up the call. "Oh my God, Charlotte! Sweetie, how are you? How have you been? Where have you been?" Rene bombarded me with a bunch of questions.At that moment, I was not in the mood for her honey sweet voice or sugar coated words. I was pissed. "Unfortunately for both of you, I made it to Nana on my own. No thanks to you. Where is that cowardly bastard husband of yours?" I yelled at her, forgetting about the relationship we had before. I didn't do it for no reason. I had a reason why I would yell at her. "Charlotte! What's the matter? Is that the way to talk to your elders?" She asked me in a disappointed tone. Old Charlotte would have apologized instantly but after facing near death situations and unexpected
CHARLOTTE'S POV:-I told him the whole story that brought me to my Nana. From the part where my brother was drowning in debt and he wanted to sell the business my father and grandfather worked so hard to build, to the part where I sacrificed just to save my brother. And in the end, how he kicked me out and took all the money that my mom had saved for my better future and my studies.I watched Andrew's facial expressions change along with the story. "When I tried to confront him about everything, he just told me that he did it but he is not afraid of me because I can't do anything." I was not even sure what I was telling him everything. It sure felt so good after pouring it all out through words instead of tears. Tears were only increasing the pain and I couldn't deal with it. "I need to find not one but two or maybe three jobs to make enough money to get me through delivery and also for a better future for my baby." I ended up telling him about the only future I could see for myself.
THIRTEEN YEARS LATER:-CHARLOTTE'S POV:-The sound of my alarm woke me up. That's when I realized, I had again fallen asleep on my desk instead of in my bed. With a sore back and aching neck, I stood up. I did stretching just to fix that sore back. I wrapped my hair into a messy bun. I stepped out of my room and made my way toward the room of my boy.University was not easy for me. Especially when the principal literally altered my results. I even lost half of my scholarship. But all thanks to the Stewarts, I was able to study and make a brand new sheet for myself. I was able to prove everyone wrong. Even the company that offered me a scholarship.The first year was the most difficult when everyone was asking me to get rid of my baby. When I was bullied by almost every single teacher in university. But I had help. Nana was with me. And Andrew never really left me alone. His family offered me a part time job that got enough money to go through the delivery and raise my child with digni
CHARLOTTE'S POV:-A week later, I was waiting for confirmation from the court. Meanwhile, I decided to keep myself occupied. I was preparing for the smaller cases that I got through the month. Just then, a light knock on my office door pulled me out of the loads of work I was supposed to handle on my free day. Come in!" I shouted from inside my office.The door opened and a man in his mid twenties entered my office. "Hello! Please, have a seat. How may I help you?" I asked him as he walked into my office. He sat down on one of the chairs and placed his briefcase on my desk. I was curiously watching him as he opened his briefcase and pulled something out."My name is Rio Cyrus. I am Mr Adam Richards' assistant manager. While we were waiting for the confirmation from the court, we received this letter from the court this very morning. Mr Richards asked me to deliver this envelope to you." Mr Cyrus replied as he placed the envelope in front of me. I sighed as I grabbed the envelope, tore
CHARLOTTE'S POV:-I was packing my bags when Charlie came to my bedroom. He laid on my bed and was looking at me with that puppy look on his face. He showed me that face whenever he wanted something from me. That day, I already knew what he might be wanting to ask me. "Don't give me that look, Charlie. I already know what you want and my answer is no!" I didn't even ask him what he actually wanted."Oh, come on, Mama! You can't do this to me. You know how much I have always wanted to visit the big city, Toronto." He tried to argue with me. But then again, he knew well that he couldn't win any arguments with me. It was the same with his father. Looking back, memories that I held so dearly a few years back, were now as bitter as the poison. It was unusual how I loved my son who was the spitting image of his father. Yet, I hated the man who gave me that greatest gift of my life. "Don't be childish, Charlie. I am going there to work and you can't come with me." I repeated myself again wi
THIRD PERSON'S POV:-After a beautiful morning with her son, Charlotte brought him to the court. Her son sat with Mr Richards to help him stay calm. Like his mother, Charlie was a kind hearted boy with a charming personality just like his father's. In short, Charlie was actually the mixture of both of his parents. While everyone was waiting for the judge, Charlotte was busy looking through the stack of papers in front of her.All of a sudden, an uneasy feeling started to rise in her chest. She found herself choking. She grabbed the glass of water that sat on her table and took a few sips. As the cold liquid slid through her dry throat, she felt the comfort and the choking stopped all of the sudden. Placing one of her hands on her chest, Charlotte sat down on her chair, trying to breathe. Charlie saw the discomfort his mother was going through. "Give me a minute, Mr Richards." In a polite tone he whispered to Mr Richards as he raised from his chair. Mr Richards let go of Charlie's han
BENJAMIN'S POV:-Two weeks had passed since I saw her again in front of me. But that was the last thing I had in my mind. The moment I saw the boy, something inside me clicked. It looked like I was looking into a mirror that showed me my past self. There was no DNA test needed when the boy was practically the spitting image of me with curly red hair like his mother. Just to be safe, I got his hair and got it tested with mine. That too I got after two days of constant trying. Charlotte didn't leave him at all. I couldn't blame her. After what happened to her, that boy was practically her entire world. And she was willing to play dirty to make sure no one would try snatching him away from her.She was as stunning as I remembered her. She had gotten a lot hotter. Her breasts were bigger. Her ass was rounder and as she walked in a pencil skirt, the way her ass moved, it made my heart skip beats. As before, she would bite her lips whenever she was nervous. The way she would push her curls