LOGINEthan’s face morphed into one of ecstasy and despair mixed together. He had found me, he found his son, but he missed the first three years of his son’s life. He missed his birth, my pregnancy, he never got to pick the name.Part of me felt guilty for hiding him away all these years, but I knew in m
It’s been three years since I saw Ethan. Three years since that night when I escaped Andrew. Three years since I found out I was pregnant with Ethan’s son.I named him James.My mother and I had run ‘Wonder Dough’ bakery ever since we escaped. It was flourishing within the new city that we inhabited
I bit my lip, hearing Ethan’s voice was enough to cause my heart to skip a beat.“If you do not back down, I will take one of Ava’s fingers for every failed business deal you cause me,” Andrew growled. I took a step away from the door, still listening. My breathing became ragged.“Why do I care?” Et
Running away from Ethan that night was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do. Only followed by having to pretend to be madly in love with Baron.After I left Ethan in the bathroom, I went back to Baron and wrapped my arms around him. The same arms that were previously around Ethan’s shoulder
Barging into the bathroom, I let the tears of stress and heartache flow freely down my face. I gripped the marble countertop and let my head fall as I sobbed. I didn’t know how much longer I could take this.“Ava?” Ethan’s voice echoed in the empty bathroom.I quickly wiped my eyes and turned to see
Baron told me he loved me. He said he always had, even when he knew I was with Ethan. He said he loved me, and I didn’t say it back.I couldn’t even stomach the idea of loving someone like Baron back.“Baron said he loves me,” I told Andrew one night over dinner. My mother took dinner in her room, s
I waited for Sarah in the pastry shop an hour after it closed. The lights were off, save for two warm lamps on the tables, and the display fridge hummed.It was spookier than I thought it would be. I actually jumped when the bell above the door chimed, breaking the eerie atmosphere that was created.
I jumped up from the spot on the floor, recoiling away from Ethan and trying to dust myself off. Olivia and Mars entered the living room, panicked and angry. I hoped she didn’t question why Ethan and I were together in the living room wearing the same clothes we wore the day before.She didn’t even
I took my time cleaning up the mess in the kitchen. I wanted Ethan to feel like he had as much space and privacy as possible while he figured out his feelings. I stared at the blackened meat, dry and crunchy vegetables, and with a sigh threw them all away.If I was in such a position a year ago, I’d
“It's a TV dinner,” I said proudly, “Steak in a box!”Ethan looked at me skeptically, but I assured him it would be worth it. I placed the meals in the microwave and put them in for the needed time. Three minutes later, we had a full plate of Salisbury steak, potatoes, and broccoli. None of which we







