Sophia’s POVI woke up with a start, my body tense. I had just drifted into a light sleep when the knock on the door jolted me awake. I glanced at the clock — past midnight.For a moment, I lay still, listening intently, trying to make sense of the late-night disturbance. Burglar? Visitor? Or just a mistake?I grabbed my phone, its soft glow illuminating the dark room, and dialed the police’s number. But I didn’t tap on the call button yet. Slowly I tiptoed to the door, my heart pounding. The knock came again, louder this time, echoing through the silent apartment. I hesitated, unsure whether to answer. But a burglar wouldn't knock, right? I looked through the peephole and saw the man standing there outside my door. “Elijah!” I gasped in surprise. What the hell is he doing here again, and at this time of the night?!Taking a few deep breaths, I was about to walk away and go back to sleep when I heard him call my name. For a while, I’d wanted to pretend it was just some bad dream. But

Elijah’s POVMy eyes widened in alarm. I felt my heart plummeting to the ground just as I heard my breaths coming in short and raspy. “Don’t you remember what you said last night, Elijah?” Serena asked, looking anxious. “I, uh…” My mind was a complete blank. I was so drunk last night that I couldn’t remember what had happened when I went to Sophia’s apartment. But I was pretty sure that we hadn’t talked about anything of that sort. “I don’t remember, but I know that Sophia would never do something like that. If she really said it, then she was probably just making it up or exaggerating to drive me away!”“Well, it didn’t seem like it,” Serena responded casually. “I don’t think a woman can joke about something like that. And you know that Sophia’s not the type to drop empty threats. Besides, she already lost her baby once so perhaps it doesn’t really matter to her anymore, especially if it’s your child.”Her words made my heart ache. It made me remember how Sophia and I met at the uni

Elijah, I always thought we’d see the Eiffel Tower together… Without any warning, the thought just popped into my head — an idea that he and I had mentioned during our very first casual date. As I sat in front of my apartment window, I gazed up at the Eiffel Tower looming majestically in the distance, my mind wandering once again to memories of my ex-husband. “Is that your painting?” he’d asked me upon approaching me after class way back during our college days. His eyes were glimmering as he glanced at the Eiffel Tower artwork that peeked out from the folder I was holding. “Uh, yes.”“Have you been to Paris?” I shook my head. “Not yet, but I would love to visit someday. Or perhaps even study and work there.”“I know a coffee shop nearby that has a beautiful mural of Paris…” he’d said. And that afternoon, the two of us got to know each other for the first time over coffee. I forced myself to look at the book in my hand. I had been trying to focus on my studies, but I had not been

Elijah’s POVI arrived at the hospital that Kayla had told me about, my heart pounding in my chest. On the way, I had been so worried that I had almost run a red light and crashed my car. But now, as I rushed through the hospital doors, the only thought going through my head was that Sophia really didn’t want our baby.I hurried through the hallway of the maternity ward, passing by many pregnant mothers, each with a smile on their face. It only served to deepen the ache in my chest, knowing that Sophia was here too, but her situation was so different and she was feeling the opposite. Am I the one who drove her to do this?! How could she not want our baby?!As I arrived outside Sophia's room, I saw Daniel sitting there, looking at me forlornly. His expression was one of resignation, as if he had been expecting me.“I need to see her,” I quickly said, rushing forward. But Daniel stood up at once and positioned himself between me and the door. “You can’t. She specifically told me not to

Sophia’s POV“Sophia, you look amazing!” Kayla exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise, as soon as I answered her video call. “I can’t wait to see you again when I go back to Paris.”Sitting at my desk in Urban Next, I smiled and thanked my best friend. “Gosh, it’s been three years!”“I know. Three years in Paris have made you confident, stylish, fashionable… I just love it!”Her words made me laugh. “Thanks, Kayla. Perhaps it’s the inner joy and peace. I’ve come a long way from that last time we saw each other, when I just got out of the hospital…”Mentioning the hospital suddenly reminded me of that day when I got discharged and had to be rushed back again because of abdominal pain. Luckily, it turned out to be nothing serious and I only needed more rest. “Gosh, I’m really glad that part of your life’s over now.” Kayla exclaimed. “But at least you drove him away. Look how everything turned out to be.”“I know. It was worth it.”I changed the subject then, showing her some of my re