Ava's Pov The sun was setting on a beautiful Thursday evening, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. It had been a long and stressful day for me, as I had spent most of it trying to set up my own business. I was just about to rest my head when my phone rang, and I saw that it was my mother calling. I answered the call with a cheerful greeting, but was met with an unexpected response. My mother's voice sounded impatient and angry as she demanded to know when I had last spoken to my boyfriend, Ethan. My heart sank at the thought of what he might have said to her. "I've been really busy, Mom," I explained, hoping to calm her down. But she cut me off mid-sentence, her tone becoming even more irate. "I don't want to hear your excuses," she snapped. "You need to come home within the next two days. And don't you dare come in the evening- I expect you in the afternoon." I hesitated for a moment, wondering what could have possibly happened. Ethan and I had been having some disagreem

ETHANS POVWith a steely determination in my heart, I left Ava's mother's place, determined to move on from the past. As I navigated through the busy streets, my thoughts drifted towards Mia, the woman who had been there for me through thick and thin. The woman who had captured my heart and soul, despite the hurt she had caused me in the past. I pulled into the underground garage of my penthouse, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. I knew that Mia was waiting for me, and I was determined to make the night special for her. As I ascended the elevator to my floor, I thought about how to surprise her and I knew that the only thing that would make her happy right now is an assurance.As I stepped into my apartment, I was greeted by the warm glow of the evening sun. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city skyline, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for my good fortune. I quickly freshened up and changed into a crisp white shirt

AVA'S POV The first night of our trip, Damian had planned a candlelight dinner for us on the beach. As we walked towards the table, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. The atmosphere was romantic, with the soft glow of candles casting a warm light over everything. "This is amazing," I said, looking around in wonder. Damian smiled at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm glad you like it," he said, pulling out my chair for me. As we ate, we talked about our hopes and dreams for the future. Damian told me about his plans to start his own business, and I listened with rapt attention, admiring his ambition and drive. "That's incredible," I said, taking a sip of wine. "I have no doubt that you'll be successful." Damian grinned, looking pleased. "Thanks, babe. I really appreciate your support." I smiled back at him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. This was where I belonged, with this man who loved and supported me in everything I did. As we finished ou

ETHAN'S POV As I watched Mia and the child she claimed to be our son, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. I started monitoring her every move, hoping to find some evidence that would prove that the child wasn't mine.One day, as we were sitting in the living room, I decided to act distant towards the child. Mia looked at me with concern. "What's wrong?" she asked.I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing. I'm just tired."Mia looked at me suspiciously, but didn't say anything. I continued to act distant towards the child, hoping to provoke a reaction from Mia.However, nothing seemed to be working. Mia remained calm and collected. I knew I needed more concrete proof, so I arranged for a DNA test.One evening, I came back from work and found Mia in the kitchen making dinner. I decided to broach the subject over dinner. "Mia, I need to talk to you about something very important," I said, trying to keep my voice calm and steady.Mia looked up at me, her eyes narrowing susp

ETHAN'S POV AsI stepped into the family house, my father was already waiting for me in the living room. Without uttering a word, he opened his arms and enveloped me into a tight embrace. I felt the weight of the world lifting off my shoulders as I finally let myself break down in his arms. It was the first time in my life that I had ever surrendered to my emotions like this, but my father held me strong and steady. "Don't worry, it's all going to be okay," he said soothingly, as he patted my back and rubbed it with gentle strokes. "I know things have been tough for you lately, but you must be strong." I sniffled and wiped my tears as I pulled away from his embrace, feeling a sense of comfort in his words. "I'm trying, dad," I said, my voice shaky with emotion. "It's just been so hard lately." "I know it has," he replied, his eyes filled with empathy. "But you're not alone. You have us, your family, and we're here for you no matter what." I smiled weakly at him, feeling grateful fo