Ava's pov What is Charlotte's bra doing in my dad's room? I hope it's not what I'm thinking. I tapped my index fingers together after letting the bra fall down. I picked it up again and tried to gather my thoughts, hoping to avoid going crazy. But the more I tried, the more I could hear my mom's voice accusing Charlotte of having an affair with my dad. Could my mom's words be true? Has my dad been sleeping with Charlotte? I moved away from my initial position and walked closer to the window, looking at the bra. "No, no," I said aloud without realizing it. "I don't want to believe what I'm thinking. No, no." I shook my head. "This is a serious matter. It would be better for me to secretly investigate behind their backs before concluding." I walked towards the bra, picked it up, and tried to think back to any scenarios where I saw my dad and Charlotte in a suspicious position. I couldn't recall any. Does that mean they perfected their relationship without me noticing? Whenev
Ava's pov The moment I grabbed Charlotte's phone, my curiosity took over, and I quickly entered the numbers to unlock it. To my surprise, Charlotte had changed the passcode. I thought maybe I made a mistake, so I carefully entered it again, but it showed "wrong password" on the screen. This raised my suspicions, and then I heard Charlotte giggling. My mum might be right, and I immediately felt angry and left the living room, heading to my own room. I couldn't tolerate this situation anymore. Either my dad was having an affair with Charlotte or he was constantly flirting with her, and she seemed to enjoy it. But I needed evidence to support my feelings. Without evidence, both of them would surely deny it, and I might end up apologizing to them if I didn't follow it in the right way. While I was still in my room, contemplating what to do, my bedroom door suddenly opened by Charlotte. Without thinking, I angrily asked. "Why didn't you knock?" Annoyance can be so embarrassing. It
Charlotte's pov I'm thankful deep down that Ava left the house, but I feel sorry for the way she left, probably because her boyfriend did something annoying to her again. I was scared for the first time. I was apprehensive from yesterday until Ava first left because I wanted to please Tyler. I even went as far as telling Ava about the stranger in bed with me, but little did she know, I was actually describing how her dad held me down until it was dark outside. Tyler had never been so drunk before, and I suspected he may have added some drugs to his wine. He took me from one level of excitement to another. What would have happened if I hadn't gone to meet him at the bar yesterday? Would he have slept with a random woman because he was upset? He probably would have. All he needed was a woman to sleep with him. I had to disobey Ava and salvage my relationship. I love Tyler, and I was afraid of how the public and especially Ava would react. Everything Tyler did felt strange to me. H
Ava's pov How did such a unique idea come to my mind? This is the perfect solution for what Charlotte did to me. Charlotte and my dad carried out their secret deeds, and now I'm about to expose it to the public. I won't feel any regret for what I'm about to do to someone I once called my best friend, who has been secretly involved with my dad. I can still remember the time when my mom almost lost her temper, demanding to know what was making me angry, and out of nowhere, I started smiling. I experienced two contrasting emotions simultaneously. "What are you waiting for? I've already apologized to you about my affair with Harrison. It's difficult to live without him," my mom said. "From this moment on, I support your relationship with Harrison," I replied. "Are you serious?" She widened her eyes in surprise. "Why? What happened that you're not telling me?" "My dad doesn't deserve you, and I want to reveal something you've always wanted to hear. Make me one of the directors
Author's pov Blenda walked over to her phone on the chair, and as soon as she looked at the screen, she saw an unfamiliar number. However, the last two digits were recognizable to her. Her intuition immediately told her that this was Johnson's phone number. The name Johnson echoed in her mind, making her more apprehensive and hesitant to answer the call. A few seconds later, the call ended, and she let out a sigh of relief. "Johnson!" she thought to herself, sitting down near the phone without answering it. Before she could even blink, her phone started ringing again. This time, she picked up the call and was the first to speak. "Hello..." "Is this the goddess of beauty?"With just that statement, Blenda knew exactly who was calling. There was only one person in the world who used to call her that name years ago, and it was Johnson. It brought back sweet memories that made Blenda burst into laughter. "You still remember that statement?" she said, surprised and filled with af
Charlotte's pov "Can you believe it? Your friend Ava was crying over something that has already happened," Tyler said as he was about to enter the house after returning from seeing Ava. "Why was she mad at you?" I asked Tyler as he entered the house. He didn't reply to me but went and sat down, and had a look of wonder on his face. "Why was Ava crying?" I asked again as I stood in front of him. "She was crying because I left her mom." He opened his two hands. "That might not be true," I replied. "Don't you think she might have had a misunderstanding with her boyfriend?" "Even I doubted her at first, and she became very sincere and asked if we could get back together. Or if I could stay with her mom for a few days." When Tyler said that, I kept looking at him to see if he agreed. Love can be selfish sometimes. I didn't want anyone to share l Tyler with me, and I quickly reminded myself that he belonged to someone else before I came into the picture. "Did you agree with
Charlotte's pov When I saw Ava taking her first step towards my bathroom door, I was at a loss for words. My heart raced as if I were standing on the edge of a very high cliff. I panicked, but halfway to the bathroom, my brain came up with something to prevent her from going inside. I hurriedly positioned myself in front of her with a smile on my face and said, "Please, please, my bathroom is a complete mess, and I don't want you to see how untidy it is. I'm really sorry, and I'm even ashamed of myself." Ava looked at me and let out a sigh, not attempting to push past me. "But I need to..." she started to say. "Then let's go to your room," I interrupted with a smile, and it worked as expected. What would I have told Ava if she saw her dad with a wet body in my bathroom? It simply indicated that we had just made love together. Ava and I left my room and went to hers. I locked her door as she entered her bathroom to freshen up. Some minutes later, she came out, and thi
Blenda's pov Why couldn't I sleep last night after receiving a call from Johnson, knowing we were going to meet the next day? I could remember our conversation, just like the way he used to call me years ago before I closed my eyes to sleep. Why did my body recognize that it was him calling? It was 9:50 PM, and I was lying in bed beside Harrison. He had come over early, and it was the first time he stayed at my house since we reunited. We couldn't wait until nightfall to make love, so we ended up in bed together after dinner, kissing and being intimate. Harrison had already fallen asleep when my phone rang. Seeing that it was Johnson calling, I left the bedroom and went to the living room to answer the call. I didn't want Harrison to overhear our conversation. "Hi Johnson, you called late..." I said. "Have you changed your sleeping schedule?" he quickly interrupted. He knew I usually went to sleep around 10 PM. "Do you still remember my sleeping habits? I thought you might