LOGINDAMON’S POVDays have passed, but nothing has changed. The house was no longer producing arguments, yet it was not peaceful either. It was too quiet to be called a home.Sophia and I barely spoke at home, and even in the office, where we used to share small conversations in between tasks, there was now nothing but silence.We always have our differences, but, no matter how tense things got, we always found a way to say sorry.But now, neither of us was willing to take that step, and it was tearing something apart between us.I noticed everything. Even the things I tried not to notice. The way she avoided being alone with me. The way she spoke to me only when necessary. The way her eyes lingered sometimes, but quickly looked away.And then, there was Donald, who was everywhere.Sometimes, I would walk into the living room and find him playing with the children, Hayden and Kayden laughing loudly, Hailey clapping happily.And for a moment, they wouldn’t even notice I had come in. That a
DAMON’S POVI had been seated in my study for over an hour, yet I could not concentrate on the reports in front of me. The same page remained open, untouched.“I can handle myself.”“I am not something you own.”Sophia’s words kept replaying in my head. To say I was hurt would be an understatement. But she was right, though.We are only married for a short term, and I do not think I have any right to say she is mine or that she should not speak to anyone. However, as long as she is under my care, should I not protect her?I leaned back in my chair, exhaling slowly as I ran my hand through my hair.‘Why am I feeling this way?’‘Why am I being insecure?’I closed my eyes briefly, trying to steady my thoughts. ‘Why is this bothering me so much?’A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.“Come in.”The door opened slowly, and Sophia stepped in.I straightened slightly.“Are you busy?” she asked gently.“No,” I replied, even though I had been pretending to be for the past hour.Sh
SOPHIA’S POVThe garden remained the only place that still felt normal since the tension between Damon and Donald started. So I came outside to cool my head with the air that felt calm.However, I didn't expect to find Donald there, sitting on one of the wooden benches, leaning back as though he had nothing to worry about in the world.For a moment, I considered turning back.But he had already seen me.“Well,” he said, a faint smile forming on his lips. “Looks like I’m not the only one who needs fresh air.”I forced a small, polite smile. “I just needed some quiet.”He nodded slowly. “Same here,” he replied. “Though, I doubt I’ll get much of that in this house.”I ignored that. Instead, I moved to sit on the far end of the bench, leaving a noticeable space between us.For a few seconds, neither of us spoke. The only sound we could hear was the wind brushing through the trees.Then he broke the silence. “You are different from what I expected,” he said.I turned slightly to look at hi
DAMON’S POVTHE NEXT MORNING I walked into the dining area expecting the usual, which is Sophia already seated, the kids chatting endlessly about school, maybe Hailey tapping lightly to get attention.But the moment I stepped in, I stopped when I saw Donald sitting comfortably like he had lived here all his life. He looked better and more refreshed unlike yesterday. He was even wearing my dad's old clothes.His guts for me.His one leg crossed over the other, leaning back in his chair as if the tension from yesterday never happened.“And then he said I should solve it myself,” Hayden was saying, laughing.Donald chuckled. “Your teacher said that? That’s harsh, lad.”Kayden giggled. “Daddy also doesn’t know mathematics.”I narrowed my eyes slightly. I thought I told him to stay away from my kids.“Oh?” Donald raised a brow, amused. “So your father is not perfect after all.”The word father coming from his mouth didn’t sit well with me.“I never said I was,” I replied coldly as I walk
SOPHIA’S POVBy the time I got back from the orphanage, the evening air had already begun to settle into that quiet calm I had grown used to.My heart skipped slightly as I saw Damon standing in the middle of the room, with a rigid posture.“What's going on here?” I asked.“It's nothing.” He replied.In front of him was a man who looked just like him. They have the same height, same build, and even the same jawline. However, the difference between them was clear. Damon looked neat and composed, while the man looked…Before I could process further, we heard his mother's voice from behind us.“Donald…?”‘Donald? Who is he?’“Why are you here?” She asked, her voice trembling.The Donald shrugged casually. “Do I not have the right to be in my father’s house?”“This house belongs to your brother now. He maintained it. You have no right here.”‘Brother? Father? I never knew Damon had a brother.’ “Didn’t you promise me you would stop?” she pressed on, “You escaped prison because of me. I u
DAMON’S POV“What are you doing in my house, Donald?”The words came out calm, but there was nothing calm about what I was feeling.Donald didn’t even flinch. Instead, he leaned back slightly, a crooked smirk forming on his lips as though he had been expecting that exact question. “You mean our father’s house?”My jaw tightened so hard until it hurt, but I didn’t respond immediately. My eyes flickered to the kids watching us, their laughter from moments ago completely gone, replaced by quiet confusion.I exhaled slowly, forcing the anger down before it could spill out in front of them.Lowering myself, I crouched until I was at their level. My voice softened instantly, the sharp edge gone.“Is mummy back?”Sophia had left the office early and went to her mother's after she received a call that she was under the weather.They shook their heads. “No, she isn’t,” Hayden replied.I nodded slowly, straightening up as I turned slightly.“Jen.” I called out aloud, and she hurried forward, h
DAMON'S POV“She’s mute?” I asked again, almost as a whisper.“Yes, Mr. Graham,” Doctor Stone replied. “She is.”I sank onto the nearest bench, the weight of his words pressed down on me like a stormcloud. My fists clenched on my lap.“Can she be cured?” I asked, barely looking up.“It’s possible.
DAMON'S POV An hour later, we stood on the tarmac. Mr. Brownlow had arrived with ten officers, all geared up, ready for the mission. Leo came in front of me and gave a nod that the jet was ready. Without wasting another second, we boarded the jet and took off.It took us two hours to land in Stor
SOPHIA'S POVDamon had given me the task of taking care of Sharon today, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated. Why me? Why did I have to be the one to look after her?Before leaving for work this morning, he had asked the workers to clean up one of the guest rooms upstairs and made sure Sharon m
DAMON’S POVI was delighted that Sophia liked the necklace I got her. I’d been jogging that same route for years, yet I’d never noticed the big store tucked away down the lane until today. On a whim, I went in and picked something out for her. A small gesture to show her that I hadn’t tricked her







