Jason's PovI came home because I received a phone call, apparently that stupid woman had disappeared and no one knew where she was. Vince had been crying nonstop and he was on the verge of breaking into a fever. He was saying something about someone sick. Because he was crying, I couldn't figure out what he was saying well. Work has been stressful due to the new project we had going on. I could feel the vein in my forehead throbbing as I took painkillers to reduce my pains. "This damn woman, when she comes back, I will definitely kill her this time," I growled.I had gone angrily to my study because I have so many things to do but not after I made Vince stopped crying. I promised him that I was going to look for his mommy. I have been calling the woman and she didn't even pick my calls. This was so tiring. I couldn't even concentrate well on my work because I was worried about her.It wasn't until past midnight that I heard a knock on the door of my study."Come in" I had thought i

Jason's Pov"What was that?" I pushed Rachel off me and asked. We were not really doing anything bad. Rachel had come for a visit and we were just chatting when she started freezing up. Afraid, I thought a symptom from her illness had hit her. It was too sudden. Seeing how she was shivering and freezing up, I held her to offer some warmth and comfort.As we sat there, I admit that I could not help but think of all the times we had been in this position before, but with different emotions at play. We had broken up a few months ago, but seeing her like this made me forget all the reasons why we had ended things.Before I knew it, she had shifted again, this time settling on my lap, her head resting against my chest. I could feel her body trembling, and I held her tighter, hoping to offer some relief.A few minutes passed in silence, with the only sound being her soft breathing. I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me, with her in my arms like this. It was like nothing ha

Charles' POVI know I really should not feel this way seeing that Violet has been working hard for our family but I can't help but suspect her. Dad's medical bill was enormous, and yet it was cleared. Although she claimed that she didn't know who did that. I was quite sure it was related to her. I was grateful that Violet was doing everything to keep Dad alive but I don't want her to fall into bad hands. This was all my fault, I was the man of the house and I have brought nothing.I couldn't do anything. Violet kept saying I am young but I still think that I should be the one responsible for my family. I don't want my sister to get into trouble because I was not capable. My dad's BP suddenly went beyond normal and the doctors had to rush in there. I have been wondering why they've been treating dad like a VIP event since. They even moved him to another ward. I called Violet to inform her about dad's new condition, otherwise she'll get angry when she hears about it tomorrow. The doc

I was stunned. I couldn't believe that someone who had been so vibrant and full of life could be facing such a difficult battle. And then, I felt guilty. Guilty for being angry at her without knowing the full story. Guilty for judging her without understanding what she was going through.As she talked, I could see the pain in her eyes. She had lost everything because of her illness. Her position as the top socialite, her friends, and even her fiancé. She even left her country just to hide away from everyone. I wouldn't tell a lie that she's a strong woman. had to move back in with her parents only when she found out that she got healed. I sat with her for hours, listening to her story and trying to understand what she was going through. I couldn't even imagine the fear and uncertainty she must have felt.But even as I listened, I couldn't help but feel angry at the unfairness of it all. How could someone so young and full of life be struck down by such a terrible disease? How could m

Violet's PovThe cool night air enveloped them as they sat on the swing, the gentle creaking of the chains providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. The woman, lost in thought, absentmindedly pushed the swing back and forth with her foot as her four year old son chattered excitedly beside her.That woman was me."Mommy, did I tell you about my home teachers? They're so nice! They bring me toys and we play games together. And they taught me new words and numbers."I smiled brightly, my thoughts momentarily interrupted by Vince's enthusiasm. "That's great, honey. I'm glad you like them."Vince continued to talk animatedly about his teachers, but my mind began to drift back to the argument I had had with Jason earlier this night. It was just a common argument, I had expected it to end in tears and me being left out, not with us almost kissing.The scene replays in my mind, taunting me with what could have been. We were arguing, as usual, in his car. I barely even remember what