After All a Second Chance

"You can't deny everything just like that," I screamed at the boy I once thought loved me as tears welled up in my eyes. "Well, watch me," he said casually, crashing on the sofa in his room. "We have to find a solution to this pregnancy. You can't expect me to abort our baby," I said, trying to make him see things from a better perspective, but the look on his face just proved how stupid he thinks I am right now. "Your baby, not ours," he said, shocking me. "Are you seriously denying sleeping with me and getting me pregnant?" I screamed at him as I let my tears flow freely from my eyes. "Look, I accept that I slept with you, but I definitely didn't get you pregnant. Why don't you ask all your numerous lovers? Maybe one of them will accept that they released their semen into you," he said with a bored expression on his face. "What are you talking about? I don't have any other boyfriend apart from you," I said, trying to fight the truth that was staring at me. "Oh, please spare me all this. Whenever you are done with this drama, leave and shut the door behind you," he said, getting up and walking to the bathroom while I stared at him wide-eyed. "Just so you know, if anyone asks you who is responsible for that thing you're carrying, and you call my name, I promise you I will deny ever knowing you at all. And trust me when I say I'll make your life miserable," he finally said before walking into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Chapters

Chapter 2

Paige's POV

"Alex, time for breakfast or mummy is going to be late for work," I yelled out to my son from the kitchen as I tried to make something for breakfast.

"I can't find my other shoe," he whined in response, not again.

"Are you sure you dropped it properly?" I asked as I hurriedly put the few pancakes on the plates and prepared tea for Alex, It was no news to both of us that he didn't know how to keep his stuff properly and even if he did, he wouldn't remember where he put them.

"Found it, Mum" he yelled back after a few minutes, earning a little chuckle from me,

"Okay then, come down for breakfast" I replied.

"I'm here, mum," he said from the door, making me look up from what I was doing with a small smile on my face.

"Come sit and have your breakfast," I cooed, pulling out a chair for him; I was so going to be late for work; it's not something new anyway.

"Mum," Alex called out lowly making me turn to him.

"Is there a problem, love?"I asked concerned,

"No...it's just that... I was...wondering why .. you know... you are not...eating .., are you okay, Mum?" he asked in a whisper.

"Don't bother yourself; Mummy is fine; eat up so we can go," I replied, trying my very best to hide the tears forming in my eyes; he stared at me a little before going back to his meal, not saying any more words which I was extremely grateful for.

****

"You are late, Miss Moretti." Grayson started as I walked into his office to take note of all that needed to be done for the day.

"I am so sorry, I had to attend to something very urgent," I said, trying my best to keep the most apologetic face I could muster.

"This is the second time this has happened this week; whatever is making you late, you better stop or you know what," he said with anger written all over his face, but it is the only expression he is always spotting; I have learned to adjust to it. He tossed a pile of files to me, asking me to sort them all before lunch.

"But sir.."I wanted to protest, but he glared at me, and I quickly left the office without saying any more words,

"how I hate my life", I screamed internally as I walked into my little cabin, throwing the files on my table with a groan. I guess this is my punishment, and then.

So here's the thing,after I left my home,I got a little job so I could gather money to pay for the little apartment Alex and I are living in currently and buy a little baby stuffs for Alex before I became too heavy to work, Mum tried several ways to reach me so I had to change my number and change all my social media accounts that could possibly leak my whereabouts to my mum,I cried for the whole 9 months and even when I gave birth to Alex the tears became worse no one was there to help me look after him or even witness his birth,there was a time we were both sick and we had to be admitted but I couldn't even stay in the hospital cause if I did I wouldn't have been able to pay his hospital bills luckily I got better with the help of the drugs I took ,I was all alone and I am still alone,Alex is 6 now and he is really growing into a loving,smart and awesome boy,he looks a lot like his father which sometimes bring back memories I am still struggling to put aside even after six years but I try my best to make him happy and comfortable,sometimes he asks about his father but I just shrug it off,what am I supposed to tell him,that his dad didn't want him? Of course not.

After his birth, I applied to work at this company; since I wasn't able to go to college, I was only pitied and given a side assistant to the secretary, who, FYI, treats me horribly, just as everyone else, but I need the job to take care of Alex so I have to endure. No one knows Alex is my son though, for those who asked I just made them believe he is my sister's son who she abandoned and ran away since I do not have a sister I really don't care the kind of things they say, it doesn't really matter, it's not like I am not proud of him I just can't face the people and the treatment given to single mothers in the society, I have enough on my plate already I don't need more, they will find out one day but till then.

"I can see your little pathetic life is starting to show on you, don't you think so, Paige" I heard Vanessa say from the door but I easily ignored her arranging the documents on my table as I began to sort them 'the earlier the better right' I said to myself.

"What's wrong, Paige, cats got your tongue?" she tried again, moving further into the cabin, making me roll my eyes.

"What do you want, Vanessa?" I blankly asked, hoping it would be over soon.

"I was asked to check on you and it's obvious that Grayson was right, you are really useless here, it's about time we got rid of you," she said smirking waiting for my reaction, probably hoping that I would kneel and beg or cry for my job in front of her, not this time Missy.

"Okay."I said simply,still focused on my work.

"That's all you have to say huh,trust me you will be begging soon" she yelled before leaving banging the door behind her loudly causing me to flinch a little,why are people so bitter in life?

I finally looked up staring at the door as tears slowly fell from my eyes,all of is starting to choke me,why me,why did it have to be me,what wrong did I do wrong?

"It was one fucking mistake you know" I screamed mentally as I pinched the bridge of my nose fighting the tears.

"No time for tears,Paige" I reprimanded,putting myself together, I focused back on my work pushing all my pains down, determined to get through the day.

****

"Mum, there is this girl in my class." Alex started as we walked down the streets heading home,I would have to go pick up my car from the mechanic today.

"She said, I don't have a Dad,that he couldn't stay with such a wretch like me,is that true Mum?" He said making me stop right in my tracks,I crouched in front of him till I was eye-level with him,staring into his shining blue eyes that looked exactly like his Dad's,one thing that gets to me everytime,using my index finger to raise his chin so he could look into my eyes too I spoke up.

"That is not true, don't ever allow such words get to you,Okay, Mummy loves you and that's what matters" placing a kiss on his forehead I pulled him in for a hug,making him smile,what do parents say to their kids this days?

"And I love mummy too," he replied, kissing my cheek before I stood holding his hands as we walked home in a comfortable silence.

Continue to next part

The metal gate groaned as it slid open, a sound that had bookended the last three years of my life. I stepped out of the Federal Correctional Institution in Danbury, the upstate New York air biting at my exposed skin. I wore the same cheap gray slacks and white blouse I’d been arrested in—fabrics that now hung loose on a frame stripped of softness by prison rations and sleepless nights. My thumb drifted unconsciously to my left wrist, tracing the jagged ridge of the scar there. It wasn’t a nervous tic. It was a grounding mechanism. A reminder of the first time I’d done this for him. Ten years. That was the tally today. A decade of my life bartered away in chunks of eighteen months, two years, three years.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.7

Escaping Drew's Manipulation

8.7

The crystal chandeliers of The Metropolitan Club cast a golden glow over the white tablecloths and polished silverware. I smoothed my black dress—the only formal attire I'd packed for this business trip—and tried to focus on Mr. Richardson's discussion of investment portfolios. But something in Drew's eyes made my stomach twist. "Gracie has an incredible understanding of renewable energy markets," Drew said casually, swirling his whiskey. "She'd be the perfect person to keep you company tonight, Richardson. Help you understand the finer points of our proposal." I nearly choked on my water. "Tonight?" I echoed, my voice barely audible. Richardson's gaze slid to me, assessing. "Is that so?

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

Exposing Husband's Dark Secrets

8.0

The first contraction hit me like a sledgehammer to the spine as Wayne adjusted his tie in our bedroom mirror, preparing for what he called his "important academic obligation." The pain radiated through my swollen belly with such intensity that I doubled over, gripping the edge of our mahogany dresser. "Wayne," I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "Something's wrong. This isn't... this isn't normal." He glanced at me through the reflection, his expression more annoyed than concerned. "Amoura, you're barely at thirty-seven weeks. These are just Braxton Hicks contractions—false labor. Dr. Martinez explained this to you multiple times." Another wave of agony crashed over me, and I felt something warm and wet between my legs. My water had broken.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.7

Husband's Deception Exposed

8.7

The rain pounded against my windshield like angry fists, each drop exploding into a thousand tiny fragments. I squinted through the blur, my knuckles white against the steering wheel as I navigated the deserted highway. What had started as a pleasant visit to my mother's house was quickly turning into a nightmare. A flash of lightning illuminated the road ahead, followed by a deafening crack of thunder that seemed to shake the very earth. Then, as if on cue, my car gave a sickening lurch. "No, no, no," I muttered, feeling the engine sputter beneath me. The dashboard lights flickered once, twice, then died completely as the car rolled to a stop on the shoulder of the empty road. I turned the key in the ignition. Nothing. Not even a whimper from the engine.

Modern Mystery Romance

8.8

I Gave Him a Kidney, He Asked for Another

8.8

Rain hit the Manhattan pavement like shattered glass. I pulled my wet coat tighter around my shoulders. Dusk was settling over the city, turning the sky a bruised, heavy purple. I stepped off the curb and into the crosswalk. Then came the roar of an engine. I turned my head. Twin headlights blinded me through the downpour. The car wasn't slowing down. It was accelerating, tires hissing violently against the wet asphalt. The impact threw me into the air.

Modern Mystery Romance

9.1

Leaving My Possessive Fiancé

9.1

The antiseptic smell of the hospital clung to my nostrils as I walked down the corridor toward the general practitioner's office for my routine check-up. The fluorescent lights cast an unflattering glow over everything, making even the cheerful paintings on the walls look washed out and artificial. I checked my watch—I was early for once, which meant I could grab a coffee from the cafeteria afterward without rushing back to work. Turning the corner, I froze mid-step. There, outside the gynecology department, stood Damian. My Damian. My fiancé of three years. The man who had promised me forever. But he wasn't alone. His fingers were intertwined with those of a petite brunette I recognized as Valery Woods, the transfer student he'd mentioned working with occasionally.

Billionaire Modern Romance

After All a Second Chance

Chapter 2

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