****Mrs. Bruce's POV55 years ago, a little girl watched her mom struggle to get on from day to day. Her father died when she was just one, leaving her mother with two kids to raise. Whatever she did, people never saw the hood, no one wanted to marry a “half-woman” as they called single mothers then. Securing even a place to stay was as tiring as birthing a child. “Ma’am, we can’t let a single woman with no husband and two kids stay here. It can bring a lot of trouble, what happened to your husband?” They thought she was one of those loose women out there. Her mother breathed pain, lived in misery, and died unhappily. Even though the world has gotten better than it was then, single mothers are still stigmatized daily. Her daughter doesn’t tell her but she knows, she sees it in her eyes; carrying a bump around with no man to show. This was why she was concerned, she did not want her daughter to experience or live as her mom did. She wanted her to be accepted by society and be ha
****Hayley had a tough time picking out the dress she wanted to wear. But each dress she picked was either too tight (making her look desperate) or short (giving off some vibes) which she did not like. She wanted to be a woman in her dress, feminine, classy, and yet decent. She thought about what Olivia told her and wondered if it was true. She always dismissed thoughts of her feeling affection towards John and she pretended to be oblivious to the way he stared at her sometimes like he was lost. She just wanted to be sure and do what was right for her and her unborn child. John was no doubt a great man but what if he did her dirty? Or leaves like Clyde? She had to think of these before entering into any relationship, the last one had damaged her beyond repair. Would John be willing to care for a child that was not his? All these would affect her decision to either be with him or not. “I feel like this a plan for you to get John and Hayley together and I have never seen you this e
****“Son, you don’t look good. Something about the call?” Mrs. Morbian asked Alex at dinner with Theodore when she noticed he was odd.“Yes, the call. I have just learned Olivia was arrested in connection with the murder. She was the only one present at the scene” he replied sadly shaking his head.“Oh my God. Murder? Olivia? How? It is impossible. They must have her mistaken for someone else. Christ!” Mrs. Morbian did not want to believe it. “Guess we have to go to the station ourselves and find out” Alex had said.The Morbian and Theodore family agreed they should all go together and see how they could help. It was one thing to be a suspect in a murder but a different thing entirely to be the only suspect in a murder. They called on different lawyers to see if anyone was willing to help take this on, this was definitely beyond them. And if they wanted a lawyer, they needed a damn good one. The question is, can they afford one? There are no “good Samaritan” lawyers handling cases
****Eleanor got a call from Booker saying he got some information for her. She had been waiting for almost 30 minutes now, she had asked him to keep a close eye on Alex for her, where he visits, and who he sees. She wanted to find out if he had a terminal illness or something. She was beginning to believe the intel she had received because Alex had avoided public gatherings since she heard about the blood incident. “There you are,” she said sighing after she saw Booker come in“What took you so long?” she asked“Did I take long? I am sorry. I was trying to get the address right”“What address?”“You asked me to keep a close eye on Mr. Alex, that is what I have been doing” “So, tell me. What is it?”“It turns out you might be right. He went to the doctor. I am very sure it was a private set-up meeting because the place did not look much like a hospital”“Well, that is not surprising considering he would not just go to the hospital. This doctor must be very trustworthy. Did you mana
*** Alex *** "Hemoptysis" the doctor said. Alex frowned at him, "okay?" "It's associated with the lung, yes but it's not cancer and can be treated." He didn't know what to feel, excited, relieved??"Does that mean I am not going to die soon?" Alex ask to confirm."Yes" He smiled. "You were just worried for nothing." "That's good to know." Alex sighed, that means he was going to live a good and long life with Alina."However." The doctor continued, "if you don't come for treatment soon or start immediately, I don't know what will happen next." Alex nods at him, "When can I start the treatment?""The earlier the better.""Will I be admitted in the hospital?"The Doctor glanced at him, like he just asked the most stupid question. In an attempt to save himself from the embarrassment he was beginning to feel, Alex scanned the office, like it was his first time there. His eyes caught a family photo on the Doctor's desk.Alex sat up, "Isn't that...." He trailed off. The Doctor st
*** *** ***Ryan sat where he was, ignoring the obvious commotion that was going on outside because of him. "I demand that you release him!!" Grandpa Tony yelled from the counter at the officers on duty."I'm sorry, we can't do that, not until he confesses.""Confesses for a crime he never committed?" "Until he is not proven guilty, there's nothing I can do.""My husband would never kill anyone." Alina butts in."How can you be so sure? Vouching for a husband that looks like crazed man? I'm surprised you are not crazy yourself." The police snaps.Ryan clenches his fist, glaring into nothing. Unlike other incoming inmates, old inmates never dared to talk to Ryan or pick a fight with him. The cold icy gaze was enough to send them to the corner of the cell, completely avoiding him.He wishes Alina wouldn't care and just leave the police station. If he wanted to leave the station, he would right this minute, all he had to do was make a phone call.He hasn't made a move because he is wai
*** *** ***"Oh!" Alina gasped out, "see who it is."Ryan surveys the environment, searching for who she was talking about. In the police mini park, pacing around and mumbling under his breath was Asher."Isn't that the man that helped us out in digging Grandpa's grave?""Is he?" Ryan answers, "They might just look alike.""Or maybe he is." Alina argued, "They have the say hairstyle on and bracelet, it's too much of a co incidence. We didn't quite catch his name last time.""That's because we didn't expect we would be meeting with him soon.""Come on, let's go say Hi and thank him for the other day." Alina smiled.Ryan stood where he was, watching Alina go.Alina noticing Ryan wasn't following her, plasters a small smile on her face as she approached Asher."Hello... It's you again.""Ah.." Asher grunts in surprise, his eyes meeting Ryan's cold gaze."Didn't I ask you to stay out of these?!" Ryan asks with his eyes, twitching his lips unpleasantly. A low whimper escapes Asher lips,
*** *** ***Unable to battle with his conscience, Clyde travels down to California, in hopes of explaining all that happened to Hayley."Are you sure this is the place?" Clyde asks Austin, looking at the restaurant in front of them."Yes... It is there she visits every evening to have an alone time to herself."Clyde clears his throat and smoothened the invisible dust on his polo. "Here goes nothing." He muttered under his breath and walked in. His breath hitched in his throat, as he froze, staring at the scene unfolding in front of him.He had just came to California all for nothing. Hayley was in John's arms, kissing him and oblivious to other people staring at them in the restaurant."You didn't tell me she had company." Clyde snaps at Austin."I... I didn't know...""That was your job to find out and yet you failed to do it properly!!""I'm sorry sir..." Clyde gritted his teeth in annoyance and turned back, going back to his car. The instant he left the restaurant, going to h