Masuk(Maya)
I have the coffee tray balanced and I’m about to turn the handle and go in.
“Cole. Marrying her wasn’t a mistake. You needed a child and you needed to keep that child close.” Jade’s voice comes through the door loud and clear.
“No. I should never have married Maya,” he says. Calm. Businesslike. “I just needed someone stupid enough to get pregnant and think I loved them.”
“It isn’t your fault. She was more than willing. Just what we needed. You don’t have to feel guilty for her stupidity, Cole.”
I stand in the hallway with a tray of coffee going cold in my shaking hands and I don’t breathe.
My stomach heaves and I want to vomit. What? What are they saying? What am I hearing?
“I could’ve just gotten a surrogate. If you hadn’t slipped me something, I would’ve been thinking straighter that night. I would not have been getting married.”
“I needed to make sure you didn’t overthink it and change your mind.”
“It’s a disaster, this marriage. A surrogate would have been more straightforward.”
“Surrogates take time. We didn’t have time. Look, no harm done. We get what we need, you can divorce Maya any old time.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
Jade hums, low and pleased. “You did what you had to do. Owen needs what he needs. And as his parents, we have to do whatever we need to do to give it to him.”
“What he needs, yes,” Cole repeats, like a contract clause. “And she was convenient. She got was pregnant right away. And that baby’s bone marrow is a match and what’s needed for Owen’s condition.”
Bone marrow? Are they saying Lucy was conceived as spare parts?
“And do you think she is pregnant again yet?” Jade asks. “We may need a back-up if something goes wrong.”
“I tried. We’ll see.”
Oh my God! I’m nothing more than a baby incubator?
I carry the tray back to my kitchen and set it down to stare at my shaking hands.
I tell myself I misheard.
I tell myself stress twists words. I tell myself Jade would never mean any harm.
She’s my mentor. She’s the woman who held my newborn baby and said, I’m proud of you, you’re going to be an incredible designer and mother.
She’s the one who made me go to the doctor for my postpartum depression. She cared. She insisted even when Cole looked at me like I was lying.
Like I wasn’t trying hard enough. She said, here, take this, it’ll help you sleep. You’re so strung out with classes and night feeds, let me take care of you. Maybe you need a gap year.
But I know what I heard just then, and I’m shattered.
What do I do?
***
Cole never came back near me yesterday and neither did Jade.
But I need answers. I went to her design studio to ask about what I heard.
She brushes off my question like it’s nothing.
She’s all smooth tone and careful eyes. “You know how men talk. They never want to admit feelings,” she says, touching my arm. “Especially billionaires who are used to controlling everything.”
“You’re lying. You’ve been lying to me all along. What exactly is this autoimmune condition Owen has?” I challenge.
“Go home, Maya. If you don’t believe me, why don’t you ask Cole? He’s sure to be home again soon.” She gives a cold smile.
“I will. And know this, I will never let you touch my Lucy.”
But Cole doesn’t come home that night. No call. No message.
The next day, he showed up with Jade trailing behind.
He looks hurt and angry. He looks livid.
“Cole, what is it?”
“You lied. Lucy is not my daughter. I have a report that proves it.”
Jade is behind him, watching smugly.
“Cole.” My voice is sand. “Those results are wrong. You know they’re wrong.”
“I know you embarrassed me,” he says, jaw tight. “I know you lied. I know you won’t drag my name any further.”
“I didn’t—”
“Sign.”
“You promised me forever,” I whisper. “You were my first, my only. She’s your daughter.”
He laughs, dead and ugly. “All I needed was a match for Owen. You even tricked me out of that. I’ve wasted eighteen months on you and your kid.” He grabs my wrist and sticks the pen in my hand.
“Sign, so I can be rid of you for good.”
“No, Cole. You loved me. You love me. I know it. Why would you be so hurt and angry otherwise?”
He falters a little. “I was a fool. I will never be that again. Sign!”
I look at the signature line.
My hand shakes again. I steady it with the other.
I sign because what else can I do?
Right now, I need to get out of here with Lucy. I need to leave. Cole has lied. Even though I know he does love me. I felt it. He is in deep denial.
No matter what crap Jade fed him… He knows Lucy is his, he has too.
How could he believe this report is true?
I look at Jade smiling and I hate her. I hate her so much. She’s taken over my life.
I thought she was my friend.
She was helping me with my interior design degree. She gave me advice.
She’s one of the first female celebrity designers in the city. I looked up to her. She was my hero.
Now the man I loved is looking at me like I’m filth.
He turns and walks away without one look back. That should be the bottom.
It isn’t.
Cole leaves and Jade hangs back.
“Why? Why are you doing this?”
Jade doesn’t say anything. Just gives a cruel smile. “Cole and Lucy are better off without you. He will take her. You’ll never see Lucy again. This is your fault.”
“No. You did this. Somehow. I know it.”
She gets in closer. Her word sharp, “And we will take what we need for Owen. Then we won’t need her anymore.”
Something breaks in my brain. I feel the snap. I hear the voices.
Get Lucy, run!
So I do. I grab her out of her bed. She crying but it’s not as loud as the voice.
Get her away. They are coming for her. Don’t let them get her. You have to end it.
Take her with you. They can’t have her.
I head for the bridge. I’m standing there at the edge with her in my arms.
***
Voices talk around me like I’m not there.
Where am I? I open my eyes.
Nurses? Why?
Then memories come back hard and fast. There’s the bridge. I have Lucy. I’m at the edge. The voice says just do it, jump before they get her.
I sit bolt upright. They both step back.
“Where is Lucy? Where is my baby?” Panic rises inside me.
“Stay calm, Maya. You know where she is. You remember?”
I search back inside my foggy brain. Jade’s voice. Cole has Lucy. Jade and Owen moved into the mansion…
“I need to… I need to see her.”
“Here take your medication. We’ll organize it if you take your medication and eat something today, okay?”
“Okay.”
(Maya)The sound I’ve been waiting for since the first transfusion from me comes at last.A low sigh, a murmur. Then the softest voice in the world.“Mama.”My head jerks up.Lucy’s eyes are half open, unfocused at first, then steady. Her lips are dry, her skin still too pale, but she’s awake.“I’m here,” I whisper, leaning close. “You’re okay. You’re safe.”She blinks slowly. “Firsty?”The nurse beside me already has a cup ready, straw bent just so. “Small sips, Honey,” she says gently.I hold the straw to Lucy’s lips and watch her suck with great effort. But she does it. Her throat works, slow but sure, each swallow proof that she’s still mine.“That’s enough for now,” I say quietly, brushing her hair from her forehead. “You did so good, sweetheart.”She smiles, a tired curve. Her eyes close again.“Rest darling. Rest and we can have fun later.”Her fingers twitch in mine, the pressure light but certain.I press my lips to her hand. “You’re going to get better. I promise.”The nurse
(Cole)He watches me for a long time, then says, quiet as a prayer, “I wish it was over. I wish I could just sleep and not wake up again. Then I wouldn’t make anyone sad.”For a second, I can’t breathe. “Owen, no.”Jade gasps and kisses his cheek. “No, no, Owen. Don’t say that. It’s hard now but it will get better.”Tears roll down her cheeks. My heart breaks for her. For Owen. For us.His eyelids flutter. “You fix everything, Dad. But you can’t fix me.”My helplessness swells and crashes out as frustration and anger at myself.I grip his hand, small and cold, and feel the tremor running through him. “Don’t ever say that. You’re my whole world. You hear me?”Jade stares at me as if this is all my fault. That I made this happen.“You’re my whole damn world. I will do everything to fix you. I promise, Owen.”He blinks once, slow, like he’s falling inward. “I’m so tired, Dad.”“I know, buddy. Just rest.”When the sound comes, it’s wrong. A low moan, then a gasp that cuts short.I look ov
(Cole)The automatic doors hiss closed behind me, and for a moment I just stand there.Jade’s beside me, coat tight around her, face pale and drawn. The streetlights catch the shimmer of her eyes.But is what I see in them the truth or a lie?“Thank you for believing me,” she says softly. “No one understands me like you do, Cole.”“I believe you never hurt Lucy on purpose, I don’t think you would go that far,” I tell her. “I said I don’t think you meant to kill anyone. But everything else was for Maya’s benefit.”“What do you mean?”“I don’t want her thinking she’s got the best of me. She hasn’t. I want her to think I have a life after her. That I don’t need her.”“You don’t need her, Cole. You are the most powerful businessman in the country. You can do anything you want to do.”I’m not in the mood for lip service from Jade right now. “I don’t need a pep talk from you. I need the truth, Jade. If there is any way you were on that same road on purpose, you better tell me now.”She nods
(Maya)Rhett drops my hand. “I’ll go and see Tessa. See you in there later?”“Sure. Thanks, Rhett. Tessa’s going to be okay. I know it.”He smiles and pushes past Cole to get out the door. He doesn’t say anything to him.“I’m not your wife any longer.”“You are until the divorce is final.”“You don’t own me Cole, you never did.”“I didn’t want to own you. I wanted to love you.”“Really? I’m not sure you can love anyone. Not properly. It always comes back to what you need. And being wrapped around Jade’s little finger doesn’t help.”“I’m not. That’s ridiculous.”“You may as well marry her because you believe everything she says.”“Maybe I will. Maybe my family is right. I need someone who knows how to be a part of the world I live in.”“I know how to. I just don’t want to. Not as your wife anyway.”He eyes me carefully, “What do you mean?”“Let’s talk away from Lucy. Not in here.”We step back out the door.“Firstly, I am going to donate blood for Lucy and you may have to as well. It de
(Maya)The doctor stops me outside Lucy’s room.“She’s still critical… stable for now,” he says carefully, “but she’s lost more blood than we expected internally. We may need to transfuse.”The word "transfuse" slices straight through my chest.“No,” I say before he can continue. “Absolutely not. Not from the blood bank.”He blinks. “Mrs. Vance…”“Call me Maya, please.”“Maya, the blood is all screened carefully. If it’s a religious concern. This may save her life.”“It’s not religious. I just don’t want to take the chance that something is wrong with the blood. Can she get it from me or her father?”“It takes longer that way but yes, it can be done. Certainly.”“One of us can give directly. Will she be okay with the delay?”“We’ll get it done as fast as possible and I think we can hold her until then. But if she deteriorates…”“Let’s cross that bridge if it happens. Right now, I choose to use my blood. I’m sure I’m compatible.”“Very well, I’ll make the arrangements for your blood tes
(Maya)Rhett comes in with me at first.He kisses Tessa’s forehead and tells her to hang in there.“I’ll give you two some time alone. I’ll be in the coffee room if you need me.”“Thanks, Rhett. For everything.”He nods and leaves.I sit beside Tessa. Seeing her so quiet is unusual. I know somewhere in there she’s whirling about fixing everything for everyone. For me.I can’t imagine life without her. I don’t want a life without her. I stare at her trying to will her to come back to me.She doesn't open her eyes. Her hand is cool in mine. Her face is pale and still. But somehow I hear her in my head. I hear her laugh.I see her incredible smile. I feel her spirit.“Oi, wake up,” I say. “You better open those eyes, or I’ll kill you, you hear? You saved Lucy. You almost got yourself killed but you saved her.”Her hand doesn’t move but it kind of buzzes. Like electricity between us.Maybe I’m imagining it but right now, I’ll take whatever I can get.I tell her everything. I don’t hold an







