Isabella felt his lips press hers as he lifted her up to his desk. She had never expected this day to come. Her boss, whom she had a crush on for the past three months she'd been working here in the company, was finally kissing her.

"S-Sir, don't you have your wife to go home to?" I asked quietly as he pulled away from me.

My boss, Sir Eric Tsuyu, paused for a second. "Isabella, haven't you been wanting this for a few months now? Why are you concerned about my wife?"

I blushed. "Isn't it wrong to be having an affair? I mean, you two are marr-"

Eric cuts me off by kissing me, hard, as if he was thirsty.

"Listen, Isa," Eric whispers, calling me by my nickname. "My marriage with Lorraine is for business purposes. No matter what, you should always remember that I love you."

My heart was pounding; I've never felt this way towards anyone before. Eric made me feel as if he was the person who would keep me safe, support me, and love me to no end.

And that was why I gave him everything his heart desired.

"Isa, are you sure you're okay?" My best friend Qrizelle asked, concerned.

I nodded weakly, rolling over at my bed. "I-I'm fine-" I paused as another wave of nausea coated my entire body.

Qrizelle arched her eyebrows with worry. "You haven't been coming out of your room for two days now. You are definitely not fine."

I groaned as I clutched my stomach. "It's j-just a s-stomachache..."

She rubbed my back. "Wait, what if you're-?"

"It's just a stomachache," I said, more sharper than I intended to sound.

Qrizelle flinched at my tone of voice. "Can you at least take a test to make sure?"

I stopped, gripping at my sheets.

What if it was?

I nodded. "All right, fine."

A few minutes later, I immediately started packing my bags.

"Whoa, slow down, Isabella! Why? What happened?" Qrizelle yelped.

I wiped my face of tears. "Y-You have an apartment two cities along, right?"

Qrizelle nodded quickly. "Yes, but why?"

"I'm staying there."

"More than welcome, but at least tell me what the results were," Qrizelle pleaded, grabbing my wrist.

I looked at her straight in the eyes.

"It's Eric's."

*ERIC'S POV*

"Tristan! Bring me my mail!" I yelled, flipping my silver pen.

Tristan, my other assistant, came in with a bunch of envelopes. "Here you go, Sir. What about the quarterly meeting later this afternoon?"

"Tell Mr. Lee that I rescheduled it for tomorrow. I still have to develop the systems," I replied, checking the envelopes.

Tristan bowed, then headed out.

As I was scanning the letters, I came across a light-blue envelope. Just by the smell of honeydew radiating off of it, I knew who it was from. I turned it over, and there it was.

Isabella Galvan

She had been absent for two days now, ever since we did 'it' in my office.

I opened it up and scanned the paper:

Eric,

It's me, Isabella. I'm really sorry for not attending work for a few days now, but please take this letter as my resignation. I'm moving in with my friend now and I won't be working with you from now on. All I want to say is that I love you too. I apologize for leaving you behind, but please just treat Lorraine like the love of your life as a favor for me.

-Isa💜

I dropped the letter to my table, along with two tear drops onto the paper.

I had lost the only person that ever aporeciated me for all the efforts I did for them.

And I could only hope she would never forget me.

Six years had passed ever since Isabella moved in with Qrizelle in the next city. But unfortunately, due to unfair salary, Qrizelle couldn’t afford the apartment anymore and they had to move back to their home in Blossom City. Isabella has already given birth to Michael and Violet Galvan, her twins.

“Look, Michael, our new house has a pool!” Violet exclaimed, dropping all her luggage and rushing out to the backyard.

Michael followed, and I turned to Qrizelle. “How did you even afford all this? It’s even bigger than your apartment.”

Qrizelle smirked. “Well, this is my cousin’s old house. They never sold it, so they gave it to me.”

I nodded, then heard a splash.

“Don’t tell me they do this everytime they have a new home,” Qrizelle complained jokingly.

I face-palmed myself. “Violet!”

I rushed outside to see Michael dripping wet and coughing as he sat on the marble steps of the pool.

“Violet, why did you push Michael in the pool?!” I asked worriedly, wrapping his little body with a towel.

Violet looked down, her pigtails covering her face. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I’m sorry Michael.”

Michael smiled. “I-It’s o-okay, but I’m r-really c-cold now.”

As I instructed Violet to bring Michael to their room and let him change clothes, she interrupted me.

“But, Mommy, didn’t you say Daddy will be here? Where is he?” She said, looking up at me with bluish-lilacish eyes.

His eyes.

I’ve kept my secret from everyone except Qrizelle. I didn’t want to abort because it was against my beliefs. But how can I tell my babies that their father already has a wife and I was just his secretary?

“H-He’s...” I paused, thinking of a good excuse. “Your daddy is at—”

“We don’t have a dad, don’t we?”

I whipped my head back in shock and so did Violet, as we stared at Michael, who was making tiny ripples in the water.

“Don’t we, Mommy?”

I looked down at my hands and nodded. “Well, you do, but he...”

I stopped. The twins were only three, so how did they understand all this?

“Isa! Violet! Michael! Come on, I made some burgers! We need to celebrate!” We heard Qrizelle yell from inside.

*ERIC’S POV*

Eric had been searching for Isabella for the past six years. He was devastated. He wanted to know why she left so suddenly.

“Have you found her yet?” I asked irritably.

Tristan nodded confidently. “It seems she and her best friend Qrizelle Morrales have moved back here in Blossom, and they are living in Qrizelle’s cousin’s house.”

I stood up immediately and grabbed my suit. “What’s the address?”

Tristan was surprised. “It’s 24 Street, Ivy Suburbs. But, Sir, don’t you have a mee—”

“Tell them I’m busy!” I yelled, and ran towards the elevator to the parking lot.

*ISABELLA’S POV*

Qrizelle had just left for a job interview downtown, leaving Isabella and the twins playing by the pool. Suddenly, the door bell rang.

“Mommy, I think someone’s at the door,” Michael commented, stopping his race car.

I stood up. “Okay, let Mommy answer it real quick. Be careful not to fall in the pool.”

I walked back to the door and opened it. When I saw who it was, I almost fainted.

What the **** is Eric doing here?! I thought, panicky.

I took a deep breath.

“Eric, what are you doing here?” I asked.

Eric looked down at his feet, then back at me with his rare eyes. The same eye color my twin babies had.

I felt small hands wrap around my legs. I looked down and it was Violet, still clad in her purple sweatshirt and skirt jumper.

“Mommy, is he your friend?” She questioned innocently, raising her sparkly eyes up at Eric.

As soon as Violet called me ‘mommy’, Eric looked shocked, then raised his face up at me.

I was actually mentally killing myself.

This was major. I knew he would find out it was him who was the father, since I told him I’ve never slept with anyone in my entire life.”

“T-That’s your daughter?” Eric asked, tears forming.

Violet nodded and extended her hand towards him. “Yup, this is my mommy! I’m Violet—” she stopped when she saw Michael behind her. “And that’s my twin brother Michael!”

“W-We have two children?...”

I stared into the depths of his eyes...

And nodded.