Talia's POV



I almost couldn't believe what I saw. The girl looked nothing like her, but she definitely looked so cute.

We stared at each other for so long. It was like no one was going to break the silence.

'Isla." She said finally. I was still getting used to being called that. It took a minute to register that she was referring to me.


I still didn't reply, because I didn't know who she was.

Then she started sobbing. As awkward as it was, I couldn't just sit and watch. So I got up and walked towards her. The sobs were racking her body and she wasn't even holding the girl properly anymore.


'I swear I wasn't doing anything with Ken." I said.

She looked shocked. Her eyes cleared and the tears in them seized and dried up.

I began to wonder if I had said the wrong thing. Wasn't that why she paused and started crying with a kid in her hand?

'What do you mean?" She had a very sweet and soft voice.

'I came only yesterday." I wasn't even processing at all, giving all the wrong responses.

'Isla, you really don't know it's me?" She croaked instead. It was then I understood the source of her pain. It definitely wasn't seeing me in Ken's room, I'm supposed to be Ken's wife. It's that I didn't recognise her. How was I supposed to? Well, that's not something she should know. I'd just wait till Ken gets back.

Ken had been gone for almost an hour now. By my estimation, he would be back soon, hopefully.

'I'm sorry." I said to her, She immediately turned back and banged the door in my face. I should've been hurt, but I felt bad for making her feel that way.

I was by myself again. I couldn't wait for Ken to get back. It's how quickly I became dependent on someone whom I had not known until less than twenty four hours ago. This life is really crazy.

I couldn't even leave the room for fear of bumping into a million other people who would expect me to remember them

Then it actually dawned on me that when I do know my relationships with these people, I also have the lifelong role of role playing, acting like Isla would have done if it was her with these people.

The most tricky, being the friend that Ken talked about last night. From what Ken said, it really did sound like an accident. I can't even afford to be enemies with her right now. I needed at least one ally in this chaotic world I had been plunged into.

I found it a little twisted that I already knew the sound of Ken's vehicle as my inner child leaped up at, hearing him drive into his gigantic compound.

It was a really short time gap between when Ken stepped foot out of the car before I heard him knocking slightly on the door and pushed it open right after.

'Hey." He said, walking towards me, dragging a moveable stool behind him.

The man was hot from all angles. His sleek silky hair was throwing the early morning sun rays right back out the window. He was a very handsome man. There's no bass, for comparing us, but I felt like shit next to him. Haven't had my bath in almost two days. I'm sure I would've stank if the room wasn't properly air conditioned.

'How are you?" Ken asked me, while I still stared at him blankly. He probably noticed that I was still bamboozled with his looks.

I tore my face away and stopped staring so foolishly.

'Someone came by. A lady." I replied to him.

'You probably didn't recognise her. Did she drop a name?" He asked.

'She didn't. I didn't ask either." I replied to him. It somehow felt easier to talk about something else with him. 'It was quite weird. She stood for a minute by the door with a kid, and turned back out. But not before I said we did not do anything." I heard Ken gasp. 'Please don't look at me weird." I added it quickly.

'No, no. Not that." Ken said, bursting into laughter. It took a lot off my chest to see him happy. I would happily be his personal clown so far he kept happy, I'd be happy. I pinched myself because of the crazy thoughts in my head, but then, I had to also remind myself that he's my husband and I was allowed to feel all types of things.

'What is it that is amusing you then?" I asked him.

I loved how the air was light in here.

'You feel guilty for being with me?" He was still choking on laughter.

'It was…" I tried explaining, but it was of no use. He was already in stitches.

Ken held my hand, his was a little chilly, unlike mine which had a little more warmth.

'You don't have to explain yourself to anyone. You don't have to feel guilty. You're my wife." He looked so reassuring and spoke really gently.

I didn't say anything because there really wasn't much to say. He probably noticed that I was more relaxed which is why he punctured his stare with a smile.

We stayed like that for a while.

I was trying to actually ease into how intimate we actually were supposed to be.

'How was it?" I asked him finally.

He knew I was referring to Kael with the way my mood dipped.

'It went fine." Ken replied. 'Could it really go fine though? Sorry I put it that way. It's done, that's all." He added. I liked the fact that we were thinking the same way. It was like we were linked.

'Thank you." I replied to him.

He got up, closed the distance between us and hugged me . I could really use this contact right now. Maybe my nipples began to harden from the contact, I'm not going to admit, but it was both really comforting and very sensual.

'I did nothing." He said flippantly. 'I'm going to give my all into making you love me." It wasn't just sweet nonsense, it really sounded like he was taking an oath, and it made my insides water more. While I'm ashamed about healing so fast after Kael, at least I'm not leaning on the wrong shoulders. Ken's is far more of a gentleman.

He leaned back and looked into my face.

Something occurred to me at that very moment. That little girl had a lip like Ken's.