Author POV:-Trisha came out of the bathroom after spending half an hour thinking about everything. She knew what she had to do. She looked at Jonathan, sitting on his bed and looking at her with hopeful eyes. She looked at Jonathan with a cold expression."What if I said no?" Trisha asks and Jonathan has expected this question will come from Trisha so he had made everything ready beforehand."You will not. And if you did, I would have to get Rain's custody legally. You know, with the power I hold, it won't be difficult for me."Trisha looked at Jonathan with hatred. She didn't like how Jonathan could read her every move. She was like an open book for Jonathan.Meanwhile, Jonathan maintains an expressionless face. He had made his mind. He has to make everything the way it was."So what did you decide?" Jonathan asked again."Did you leave me any choice?" Trisha hissed at Jonathan."I know. But it's not like I also have any other choices. Here, sign this contract.""You are impossible,
Author POV:- Sara examines herself in the mirror, lazy tumbler in hand. Her outfit is impeccable, and her eyeliner is flawlessly applied. She can almost ignore the fact that it took her a lot longer than usual to accomplish this.If she squints and tilts her head just so, she nearly feels like herself again. Like her old self, Brandon's words from this morning echo in her mind unhelpfully. Shoving down the small voice that tells her she can't pretend forever and that those cracks in her composure will only widen and fracture until she's left with nothing but shards, she steps closer to the mirror to admire her handiwork. It's perfect. Anyone who sees her wouldn't know about the aching absence of bugs crawling under her skin. Her facade is expertly crafted, her clothes crisp, her makeup sharp, not a hair out of place. Sara's eyes catch on something that can't be real. As if in a trance, she raises her hand and plucks the offending mistake from her head. It's a hair. a grey hair. S
Author POV:-"What are you doing here?"It happened so fast. One moment, Jonathan opened the door, and the next, Jonthan's mother covered the distance between them and slapped Trisha. Everyone is in shock. Trisha was looking at Rain when suddenly a stinging sensation came to her right cheek. It took her a moment to register what had actually happened. She immediately backed up, holding Rain protectively, and glared towards the lady.Jonathan was taken back when his mother slapped Trisha, but he quickly recovered when he saw his mother raise her hand again. He held her hand tightly and stood between her and Trisha. No one has the authority to raise his hand against his love, not even his mother or himself. He was in rage. How dare she slap his love in his face? She, more than anyone, understood how important Trisha was to him."WHAT IS THIS BITCH DOING HERE?" "AND HER WHORE SON"As Jane Wisdom said this, they heard a loud slap, but this time it wasn't from Jane to Trisha but from Trisha
Author POV:-Someone knocked on the door. Trisha looked at the time; it was past midnight. She thought maybe it was Jonathan at the door. She set up from the bed and opened the door, only to see a drunk Brandon leaning on his door frame."Doll" Brandon slurred in his drunken state. He looked at Trisha, who was standing in front of him with an emotionless face. He slowly raises his hand and gently touches Trisha's right cheek, tears continuously flowing from his eyes."I'm so sorry, Doll.""I am sorry for being such a failure, brother.""I am sorry, I caused you so much pain."Brandon said between his cries. The next thing Trisha knew was that Brandon held her palm and hit his own cheek hard. Trisha was startled, and she quickly released her hand, realising Brandon was about to hit himself again."I deserve this. I deserve every slap and every punch from Trisha.""I deserve whatever punishment you want to dole out, doll. But please don't tell me to stay away from you. Please, I've miss
Before Zee meet with Jonathan:-Author POV:-Jane can't imagine how Zee must be feeling.Simon looked so fragile in that bed, and Jane tried everything-meds, spells, and every other remedy she could think of-to save him, but nothing worked. With all her connections, she couldn't improve Simon's condition by a single fraction.But that's neither here nor there. The doctor will attend to Simon now. All they can do is hope. Despite their fight and the enormity of what currently stands between them, Jane would do anything and will do anything she can to lessen Zee's pain.She takes Zee's hand in hers and watches Zee's eyes flutter open and catch on her, clouded with distress and grief. Jane's heart squeezes, and she wishes she could take some of it into herself so Zee didn't have to carry it on his own.Zee's hand is limp between her, cold and heavy, and Jane rubs her thumbs into his skin. She remembers all the times that Zee held her hand-a reassuring weight that grounded her, a tangible
Author POV:-"Just because of that," Trisha said with tearful eyes."You could have told me." "I would happily leave you and Brandon alone." Trisha expressed her displeasure. If she had known that she was coming between Sara and her brother, she would not have hesitated for a second before leaving them alone."No, you would never... even if you wanted to, Brandon won't let you. I was so freaking jealous. EVERY DAY, EVERY TIME, TRISHA THIS, TRISHA THAT, TRISHA DID THIS, TRISHA DID THAT, TRISHA LIKED THIS, TRISHA DID THAT, TRISHA LIKED THIS, THIS NOT... I WAS TIRED OKAY," Sara yelled, raging like a fire and shooting death glares at Trisha."Same goes to me." Jennifer inquired this time about Sara's involvement in all of this."You take away my best friend Allen, and Kevin always talks about you, your problems, your relationships, and your good heart.""I HATE YOU, TRISHA." Jennifer yelled at her.Everyone in the room was looking at Sara and Jennifer with anger, betrayal, and disappointm
Trisha POV:-I looked at my son, playing quietly with toys on the bed. It has been two days since the operation. Only I know how I suffered on that terrible day. On one hand, Rain was unconscious for a day, and on the other, Jonathan fainted at night. I was terrified to see them like that. Yes, I am angry at Jonathan for believing some piece of paper over me, but I can't entirely blame him for that. I was at fault too.I got selfish and took the wrong decision. Maybe I trusted our relationship too much."Mom, I'm tired," my baby said with tired eyes. He is always tired after the operation and refuses to eat much. The doctor said it's okay. But still, I can't help but worry when he refuses to eat."I know, baby. My Rain is so strong." I said as I kissed his cheek, making him giggle tiredly."I am a big boy. So I have a soft spot for Uncle Jace." With a big smile, Rain said. I laid him on the bed and was placing a blanket on him firmly when he kicked the blanket with his foot. I looked
Author POV:-Six Years Before:It's only when she starts to feel better that she'll come across a picture of herself and lose her breath, and she'll be that scared, too rotund boy to be loved, sitting alone in her room, staring at the sandwich his brother tries to force into him, and she won't be able to breathe.Or she'll go from taking a warm shower to flipping the shower switch to freeze her to her very core, but what's the point of being frozen if she can burn a few extra calories from shivering? And what's it matter if her vision turns black when she stands a little too fast? Or when she runs her fingers through her hair, only to find clumps of her once-thick raven hair awaiting her touch.But in truth, what is a little hunger? What's a little hunger if it means she'll be small and loved?Those two were alone. It was practically midnight, and to their luck, today there was no one at their apartment. Everyone took turns being with Trisha because her delivery date was near. Today w