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MICHELLE’S POV. I screamed as I fell off the building. I saw my life flashing before me…and it was not good in any way. Just when I was about to kiss the ground, I woke up. I was still at the hospital. “Are you okay?” The doctor asked, placing a hand on my shoulder. I swallowed hard. “My mother… please, my mother. Is she okay? Did the surgery—”He gave me a small smile. “The surgery went well. Very well, actually. Your mother is out of danger.”My breath left my body in a rush. I covered my face with my hands. “Thank God… thank God…”“She is still weak,” he continued. “But she will recover. You can see her soon, but not for long. She needs rest.”I nodded quickly, tears forming again. My brows furrowed in curiosity, seeing the hesitation on his face. “Is something wrong?” I asked, slowly getting up from my seat. “Miss Michelle,” he said carefully, “I need to ask… where did you get the money for this surgery? It was a very large amount, and it was paid instantly.”“That is not imp

KIERAN’S POV. The sound of voices filled the meeting room as the managers talked about the new project. Charts, numbers, and slides filled the screen in front of us. I tried to listen, but my mind kept drifting away.“…and if we release the app by next week, we can expect a twenty percent increase in market attention,” one of the department heads said.I nodded slightly, tapping my pen against the table. “Good. But make sure the quality team checks every single line before launch. I don’t want mistakes.”“Yes, sir,” they replied quickly.I leaned back in my chair, staring at the large glass window that showed the city below. I could see everything from here — the tall buildings, the cars, the busy people. Yet somehow, I always felt alone up here.When the meeting ended, the staff started packing their laptops and papers. I was about to stand when the door opened. My stepfather walked in.“Good afternoon, Kieran,” he said with a fake smile. His voice always carried that false sweetne

MICHELLE’S POV. I fell to my knees in front of Damien’s parents, my hands trembling. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart. “Please… forgive me,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. “I… I didn’t mean to embarrass anyone. I just… I just want to save my mother. Please… I’ll do anything.”His mother looked down at me, her face cold, her eyes sharp. “Forgive you?” she said slowly. “Do you even know how lucky you are that our son even thought of you to carry his seed? You should be grateful you even have this chance.”I swallowed hard. “I… I am grateful. I really am. I was selfish and stupid. I shouldn’t have left that day,” I paused, swallowing my tears. “I am back to make things right.”His father shook his head, his lips pressed into a thin line. “Why did Damien even try to give you a ring? What was he thinking?”Damien stepped forward, his face dark. “I wanted to give her dignity,” he said quietly, his voice low. “I wanted her to feel like she mattered, even if only a little.

MICHELLE’S POV. I sat beside my mother’s hospital bed, my hands covering my face as I cried quietly. The smell of disinfectant filled the air, mixing with the sound of beeping machines. My mother was still asleep, her breathing weak but steady. Tubes ran across her body, and I couldn’t help but feel helpless.Everything hurt. My heart, my chest, my head. I still couldn’t believe what had happened at the church. It felt like a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.I reached out and held my mother’s cold hand. “Mama,” I whispered, “I’m so sorry.” My voice cracked. “I tried so hard to make things better. I thought Damien would help. I thought he’d keep his promise.”Tears rolled down my cheeks as I remembered everything I had done for him.When I first met Damien, he was just a struggling actor with nothing but dreams. I worked two jobs to support him—one at a café and another as a cleaner. Every night, I’d sit up helping him memorize his lines, writing scripts, and making phone calls to p

MICHELLE’S POV. They say every woman's dream was a big wedding to the man she loved, her Mr right, her true love. Well, mine wasn't. Instead it was the worst day of my life. The soft music playing in the church sounded beautiful, but my heart was beating too fast. I stood there at the altar, my hands shaking slightly as I held my bouquet. Everyone was staring at me. I tried to smile through the awkwardness. Where was Damien?He was supposed to be standing there, waiting for me. But I was the one waiting for him. I turned slightly to look at my in-laws, hoping for some kind of answer. His parents looked calm, almost bored, like nothing was out of place. His mother kept fanning herself, and his father was scrolling through his phone.The priest cleared his throat gently and asked, “Where is the groom?”My lips parted, but no words came out. I looked over at the groomsmen sitting in the front row. They were all busy with their phones, pretending not to notice me.“Excuse me,” I said s