Mathilda’s POVThe beauty of Bora Bora is truly beyond words — it’s like catching a glimpse of heaven itself. My eyes were spoiled with views so unreal that I almost forgot to blink during the drive to the resort.Fredric and I rode in separate cars. Earlier, he’d said that they — meaning him and Paula — would be having breakfast “in the middle of the ocean,” while I was to go straight to the resort. Honestly, that suited me perfectly. The last thing I wanted was to sit through their sickly sweet displays of affection.The morning sun was soft and warm, and the car’s gentle motion made my eyelids heavy. I couldn’t wait to bury my face in a pillow. At least I’d have peace and quiet until tonight — especially since Fredric had told Mrs. Rosa he wouldn’t be contacting her again until tomorrow afternoon.After about fifteen minutes, we finally arrived at a floating luxury resort that seemed to hover over the turquoise sea.There are no words for this kind of beauty. For the first time, I

Fredric’s POVWhy?Why the hell do I feel so worked up — so angry — just thinking about that man? I’ve tried to stay calm, but my head keeps replaying the image of Mathilda with him. It’s eating at me, this irritation I can’t explain. Do I… do I actually feel jealous?No. No way.Me? Jealous — over Mathilda? That’s ridiculous. Impossible.“Baby, what are you thinking about?” Paula’s voice broke through my thoughts, light and playful. “You’ve been sitting there all quiet, head down. That’s not like you. Don’t you want to enjoy me? I even bought new lingerie just for today.”Her chatter grated on me. I wanted her to stop talking, to just stop. I wasn’t in the mood for her seductive nonsense. But I couldn’t let her realize that what was actually bothering me was… that man with Mathilda.“You’ve been acting weird ever since you saw that guy,” she said, squinting at me. “Are you upset? Jealous, maybe?”I turned to her sharply. “No. Why would you even say that? Why would I be jealous?”“The

Fredric’s POVWhere did they go?That question kept echoing in my head. My biggest impulse right now was to walk around this island and make sure they were just sitting somewhere — not doing anything stupid.Why do I even care this much?God, this is torture.But still… I can’t bring myself to admit that what I’m feeling is jealousy.If it ever came to that — if I ever actually admitted to being jealous over Mathilda — I might as well shoot myself.Someone like her could never interest me. She’s nothing but a bothersome, fragile little girl.“Would you like another drink, sir?” the bartender asked.Yeah. I’d been downing cocktails one after another — I’d lost count of how many glasses I’d emptied. My head was starting to spin.“Yes, and— wait, no. No, never mind.”I stopped mid-sentence and tossed some money onto the counter when I saw Mathilda walk past, her head bowed.Why is she back?Did that guy leave her?Her steps were slow, almost dragging — she looked defeated.As much as I c

It’s been an hour since Paula left, and I’m still lying here with my phone open on the messaging app.Mrs. Rosa’s name is already in the recipient box—but I haven’t typed a single word.Honestly, I feel a deep, crawling unease. Even the sound of the wind outside feels like Paula’s footsteps coming closer. Sometimes I think I hear her calling my name.I’m losing my mind because of that damn woman.If Frank hadn’t gone off with his ex, I swear I would’ve followed him. I would’ve taken the risk and run—anywhere, as long as it was far from them.This whole situation is suffocating me.I’m not ready to talk to Mrs. Rosa. What if she finds out the truth? What if she realizes this pregnancy is a lie?What if I disappoint her even more?I’ve already made too many mistakes.Suddenly, my phone rings, and I jump in shock.My heart races wildly as I see the name on the screen—Mrs. Rosa.Thank God it’s not a video call, but still, I panic.I’m alone—what if she wants to speak to Fredric?What if s

Fredric’s POVThe alarm went off at seven-thirty, pulling me out of a restless sleep. My head was still full of bitterness—disgust, even—toward Mathilda.I never imagined I could ever feel anything for such a stupid woman. Thankfully, the truth came out fast. People like her—poor, useless, dependent—can’t be trusted. They’re parasites. They ruin whatever trust others foolishly give them.Honestly, I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing her this morning. I even tried to think of a way to dodge Grandma’s video call, but my mind was too fogged up to come up with anything decent.I didn’t want to ask Paula for help either. She was still shaken from Mathilda’s insane outburst the night before.Damn it. How dare that woman hurt the two most important women in my life?Goddamn you, Mathilda.“Mmhh… baby, you’re awake?” Paula mumbled, stretching, eyes half-closed.I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead. “Yeah. I have to deal with that routine I can’t escape. I’m sorry, darling. I hate tha