LUCIAN I sat beside Essence again, the silence thick between us, our knees brushing lightly on the edge of the bed. I could still see the tension in her shoulders, the unshed tears threatening to pool in her eyes. But I needed her to understand everything. I took a quiet breath and asked gently, "Do you remember saving the life of a boy at the orphanage?" She blinked, her brows creasing. "After I was adopted, I had an accident with my brother once. I lost a lot of memories from before. I... I don’t remember much about my life before the adoption." I nodded slowly, already anticipating that answer. "We knew each other," I said, watching as her eyes widened in shock. "What?" she gasped. I let the memories flood back. "My parents died in a plane crash when I was fourteen. I was supposed to be on the plane with them, but I had a high fever, so I stayed back. After they died, I was left with my father's younger brother. He sold off everything my parents owned and relocated, leavi
LUCIAN I sat beside Essence again, the silence thick between us, our knees brushing lightly on the edge of the bed. I could still see the tension in her shoulders, the unshed tears threatening to pool in her eyes. But I needed her to understand everything. I took a quiet breath and asked gently, "Do you remember saving the life of a boy at the orphanage?" She blinked, her brows creasing. "After I was adopted, I had an accident with my brother once. I lost a lot of memories from before. I... I don’t remember much about my life before the adoption." I nodded slowly, already anticipating that answer. "We knew each other," I said, watching as her eyes widened in shock. "What?" she gasped. I let the memories flood back. "My parents died in a plane crash when I was fourteen. I was supposed to be on the plane with them, but I had a high fever, so I stayed back. After they died, I was left with my father's younger brother. He sold off everything my parents owned and relocated, leavi
LUCIAN I could feel my blood boiling the moment I watched Essence walk into my father's home and get greeted with the coldest reception I’d ever witnessed. She wasn’t just anyone—she was my wife. The woman who, despite all her scars and wounds, had found it in herself to trust me, to love me. And yet, she was treated like a stranger in my own house. No matter how many times I told myself to expect it, the sting never dulled. When I led her to my old room and asked her to wait, I kissed her cheek and whispered for her to give me just a few minutes. The pain in her eyes haunted me as I left her behind. She didn’t say much, but I could feel that uncertainty, that weight of betrayal that was slowly creeping in. I turned and stormed back into the dining room where my family sat like royalty, sipping wine and acting like they hadn’t just tried to humiliate the most important person in my life. My father barely looked up when I entered. "You’re back," he muttered. “Let’s talk.”
ESSENCE I was still stuck in my thoughts, eyes locked on the space where Brittany and Lucian had stood a few moments ago, when I felt a tap on my arm. "Essence?" Lucian's voice was gentle, but there was a question in his tone, a worry I wasn’t ready to answer. I flinched and turned to him. His brows knit together as he placed the back of his hand on my forehead. "Are you okay? You look pale." "Why did this boy call you Daddy?" I asked, my voice low, almost unsure it even belonged to me. Lucian’s jaw tensed slightly. He turned his eyes briefly to the little boy still staring up at him with pure joy and then back to me. "I’ll tell you later," he said quickly, his voice firm but not unkind. Later? What was I supposed to do with later? I forced a smile so fake it could’ve won an Oscar. Then he gestured toward Brittany. "Essence, this is Brittany—she’s a family friend. Brittany, this is my beloved wife, Essence." Beloved wife. The moment the words left his lips, I saw B
ESSENCE The night I got Asher's call, for a brief moment, I felt my world shatter. "Mom... I'm sorry. I miss you. I love you." God, I had wanted to hear those words for so long. Longer than I dared to admit. And when I finally did, something cracked inside me. I broke down. I wept until I could barely breathe, while Lucian pulled me close and whispered soft words into my hair. He didn’t try to stop my tears. He just held me like he knew they had been waiting to fall for too long. Somehow, hearing Asher's voice again made everything he had done seem... small. Faded. As though the pain had dulled beneath the sound of his apology. I hated that it felt that way. I hated that I could so easily forget the hurt. But love does that, doesn’t it? It makes fools of us. Lucian had suggested we go to the beach. Said the water would help clear my head. I hadn’t agreed out loud. I’d only nodded, my heart still too knotted to find words. And a deep part of me.... desperately eager to go to Ash
LUCIAN I sat behind the wheel, hands gripping the steering like I was bracing for impact. My eyes kept drifting to the house in front of me, but my thoughts were far from still. Something about this felt wrong. This whole thing. The call. The way Essence had broken down after hearing Asher’s voice. It didn’t sit right with me. My gut told me it was a trap, carefully laid, probably by Alex. But how could I stop her? How could I look into her tear-filled eyes and say, “Don’t go see your son?” I closed my eyes, my mind dragging me back to the moment after Essence had received the call. She had sat on the edge of the bed, clutching her phone, her body trembling like a leaf in a storm. Then she looked at me, eyes wide, lips shaking, and asked, “Am I a terrible human, Lucian?” My heart cracked in that moment. “I must be a terrible mother, right? No matter what, Asher is a child. I was so angry at him that I didn’t go to see him at the hospital. I’m a very terrible person, righ