Van proposed they went to a nearby restaurant or cafe so they could talk more without interruptions, but during the taxi ride Ivy was as quiet as a mute. Even after they arrived at the cafe, she said nothing. Five minutes passed. Then ten, still she was silent. Her arms were folded underneath her chest and her gaze never left the window next to their table. Van had initially wanted to start up a conversation but he got distracted when he stared at her. Ivy was really beautiful, everything about her was elegant and classy. The way she carried herself, the way she talked and acted. Everything about her was perfect. She was putting on a loose fitted t-shirt and a pair of jeans but her curves were still visible. Her current sitting position caused her round boobs to pop up, and Van couldn't take his eyes off her. Watching the steady rise and fall of her chest as she breathed slowly was a sight that provoked him sexually. "You're very beautiful." He whispered softly and Ivy turned to fa

The next morning, Elaine posted it on her social media accounts that she was getting engaged soon. Within the space of an hour, her post already got more than a million likes and comment. People were asking who the lucky man was and when the wedding would take place. One of the top comments was probably from a friend or acquaintance because it addressed her more casually. The person told her to show real proof or else they would conclude that she was just lying to gain attention. Elaine liked that particular comment and responded by saying her proof would be dropping soon.Van immediately knew the post was about him. He started to wonder what kind of proof she was talking about. His mind went to Ivy and he quickly dashed out of his mother's house, running to her place. With the way things were between them, if Ivy saw such a post on the internet, she would no doubt be suspicious of everything he had said and the promises he made to her. When he finally arrived at her apartment, he

It was a cold morning, much colder than it had been the remaining days of the week. Van had woken up extra early to prepare breakfast in anticipation of the arrival of his family. It was going to be their first day living together. Their first day as a family, and he wanted to make it right. He and his mother had nothing of value to take so other than the clothes they had on, and the one they wore on their first day at Ivy's house, they took nothing else with them. Van realized that he had forgotten to ask what each of their prefrence was so he decided to make everything he knew kids loved to eat for breakfast. While he was setting the table, he heard a ding from his phone. Checking it, he saw that he had a message from Elaine. 'Good morning. I hope you're ready.'He didn't fully understand what her text meant but he knrw it couldn't be something good. She still hadn't posted anything about the proof she said she had about their engagement, so maybe that was what she was talking a

"After my husband and I got married, we tried to have kids but our efforts were never crowned. Two years passed, then three, then five, and still I couldn't have a child of my own. I was really desperate to have a little one running around the house, so I suggested we adopt a child. When we arrived at the orphanage, I immediately fell in love with you. It was obvious that you were going through some things because you wouldn't talk, and the workers at the orphanage said your brother was adopted before you and it made you upset. Eventually, my husband and I were able to convince you and we all went home together. Van, I am really, truly sorry that I never told you about this. I guess I was always so afraid that one day you were going to leave in search of your real parents and leave me all alone." She covered her face with her hands, sobbing quietly. "I wasn't a baby when you adopted me, so why on earth can't I remember anything about my childhood?" That part was still a mystery t

Van's eyes widened when she said that. He immediately turned to the wonan who raised him and she averted her gaze. "You're…my mother?" He asked slowly, staring at the woman standing in front of him. "But…how? The article said you died.""I'm alive, but it's a long story." Almost like she just noticed her, she turned to Van's mother. "Grace? What are you doing here?"The other woman immediately turned her face away. "I think you have me mixed up with another person. I should go now.""What is going on? Do you two know each other?" Van asked. "Yes. That's Grace, she's my best friend…or at least she used to be." "You know my mom? That's not possible, she never told me she had any friends." Van knew his parents fairly well. He knew the people his father worked with, and he barely knew any friends with his mother. "Your what?" The shock on Van's birth mother's face was unmasked. "That can't be possible." The elderly man said. "Van, please forgive me." His mother said again. "Would yo