[Heath’s POV] It was not a bad idea to keep things low profile, we just started dating after all, but I don’t like it. Ugh… maybe it is because I still feel a lot inferior to the men she has dated before. There are many aspects in life that I might be better than them on, but me being a ‘playboy’ before and didn’t have a colorful past as mine, and so they deserved her more I could. As I watch her walk nervously to her Office Building, I feel my heart fill up, she is mad beautiful, everything about her is so beautiful that I worry everyone around her does not notice her beauty. I want to yell at her for how beautiful she is, I can already see her growling at me for being too loud and smiling shyly after that. I need to figure out a way to steal her from Gian, that way I can be able to see her whenever I want, I can have her all to myself, I can show her off more often. I quickly returned to my house before picking up a few clothes so I can return them to her apartment. Since she

[Third Person’s POV] Lucas’s decision to take a day off had paid in their relationship’s favor because they ended up talking about troubles, they haven’t told each other yet. “You know, you could have told me that Martha was bothering you,” Lucas says, “you always acted like you asked for her help when she took over your duties.” “I… I just thought she was doing out the goodness of her heart until she started talking about how you two loved each other.” “What!?” Lucas shouts, flabbergasted, “what did she say?” “Well, she kept telling me she had you first and…...” “Had who first?” Now Lucas is looking at Selby with nothing but confusion which is making Selby more confused. “Weren’t you the one who said you and her had history?” “Me and her family had history, I almost married her vile cousin, and her mother was the one who saved me from making the worst mistake of my life.” He calmly explained. “Is that so?” Selby says confused, Martha had been holding the reason that she date

[Fiona’s POV] “Who is dumb enough to want to cross me?” Heath roared on his phone. Not only was doctor-patient confidentiality breached, this had also doubled my then none-existent insecurities. I calmly looked at the stitched face for the first time in the mirror. I didn’t believe I looked hideous, at least not hideous enough to be considered a monster. But one thing was for sure, I was no longer considered beautiful according to the modern beauty standards, and maybe that is why people find this change very interesting. Maybe they wonder if a man of a stature like Heath would be willing to still be with a woman who wasn’t as beautiful as she was when they met. I had wondered how I looked walking beside Heath before, and I wonder if now there will be a difference that is enough to have people talk behind our backs. ‘That beautiful man is with that hideous woman’ is what they will say, and then they will giggle among themselves. The ladies will pridefully boast of how they can s

[Third person POV] “Sir, the madam is bleeding, I think the baby is in danger,” after the words hit his ear, he couldn’t explain the dread he felt at that moment, this was all too familiar. He had witness many a time when he would be called about his wife bleeding, and it all ended the same way, with news of the death of their baby. It was always the same, it was always the same, it was supposed to be different this time. There were only two months remain for her to be full-term. ‘Who needs kids anyway?’ a quote he had learned to tell himself each time he had to watch his wife go through this. He remembers the first time he met Clover, through his fiery secretary who kept trying to set him up with everyone and he would always pay Fiona extra just to avoid getting set up. And one day he had met a woman who made him beg Fiona to at least set him up. ‘She is married,’ Fiona said, but Fiona’s tone alone made him believe that he could win Clover’s heart. He just had to be persistent.

[Third Person POV] After arriving at the empty house, Heath calls his security team to start monitoring Fiona from Gian’s house, since she will be living there for the time being. He hated it, everything happening just seemed to annoy him alone and he hated how no one seemed to notice what he had been noticing, and worse of all, Fiona was getting angry at him. He sighed, maybe he should relay his message in a better way. Communication was never his strongest trait. The people who raised him had deprived him of a healthy way to communicate as they showed their emotions through hurting each other. “What should I do now?” he said out loud. He felt like he was losing Fiona. In fact, it is not a feeling, it is actually a reality. He was sure he was behaving a bit childish, but couldn’t Fiona just listen to him more. ‘Then again, I am not even telling her what is bothering me,’ he says to himself. ‘I should talk to her.’ His night was quite unsettled, he couldn’t sleep a wink, he kn