Mag-log in“Tell me son,” Scott sighed, finally relaxing his shoulders and returning back to the chair. “This relationship between you two... has it been consummated?” “Consummated?” Ace repeated. “What—what does that even mean?” Scott exhaled softly. “I mean... have you guys had sex?” “Oh, my goodness,” Ace rolled his eyes. “Then just say that then—” “Ace,’ Scott snapped, interrupting Ace mid-sentence. But then he sighed again and shook his head. “Yes, you’re right. I should have said that.” Watching Scott and Ace go back and forth while I stayed frozen in my seat was nothing less exhausting. They had bonded before but my decision to reveal my secret affair with his son had reopened an old wound. But I couldn’t stay silent for long. “Well, actually,” I said quietly. The two of them went quiet as their heads turned to me in a timely order. “Yes, Sabrina?” Scott muttered. “We’ve had sex,” I answered. “Not once, not twice.” Ace jumped in. “You remember the dream you told Sabrina... the
I had said it. I had finally said it out loud that I loved someone else. But saying that wasn’t enough. I swallowed, my throat burning. “There’s more,” I said quietly. Scott didn’t speak. He just looked at me, his jaw tight, his eyes were dark. “I love Ace,” I said. The words landed harder than anything before them. A sharp sound escaped Scott’s chest—half a breath, half a laugh that held no humor. He turned his head slowly, almost mechanically, toward his son. Ace stayed frozen, his shoulders tense, his fists clenched at his sides. “Can you explain to me what Sabrina is saying?” Scott said. My heart slammed painfully against my ribs. “No. I will.” Scott’s gaze snapped back to me. “I loved him before I ever married you,” I continued, my voice trembling now but refusing to break. “Before I even knew he was your son. Before I knew anything about you.” Scott’s brow furrowed. “You already know that we go to the same school,” I said quietly. “I crushed on him. Hard. I knew his
“Vasectomy?” I whispered to myself. But I wasn’t the only one who kept repeating that word over and over and over again. My mum, Ace, Mary, and some of the other staffs in the room kept saying it. “What do you mean,” I asked, my voice cutting through the soft murmurs of everyone, “you had a vasectomy?” Scott turned to me slowly, his expression calm. “Yes, Sabrina. Exactly what it means, dear.” “When?” I pressed. “How long ago?” Ace leaned forward in his chair, eyes fixed on his father. Even the staff along the walls seemed to be interested in the answers to the question I had asked. Scott inhaled, then said quietly, “It’s something I did long ago. After my wife died.” The room shifted. “After Elsie passed away, giving birth to Ace,” he continued, his voice calm but unmistakably heavy. “I had it done not long after the funeral.” My heart clenched. “I loved her,” he said simply. “I still do. And I knew without any doubt that I never wanted another woman to carry my child. Not
Scott didn’t say anything for a while. He just watched me while I finished with my last boxes. That’s when he walked toward me slowly, like he was afraid that one wrong movement would make me disappear or even more angry than I already was. I stood by the bed, one hand resting on the zipper of a half-packed suitcase, bracing myself for another argument, or another plea I didn’t have the energy for. When he reached me, he didn’t grab my arms or block my way like I had expected. Instead, his hands settled gently at my waist. The touch startled me. I really wasn’t expecting that to happen. “Sabrina,” he said quietly, his forehead almost touching mine. “If I can prove to you that I’m not responsible for the baby your mother claims she’s carrying... would you stay?” I froze as I thought about it for a few quick seconds. My first instinct was to pull away, to snap back with something sharp and defensive. But the way he said it softly, stripped of arrogance, made my throat tighten. I
A few hours later... Scott returned. I hadn’t told anyone he was coming back. I didn’t tell Ace, or Mary, or any of the other staffs in the house, not after what I’d heard that morning, after the way their voices had curled around my name like something rotten, I hadn’t felt generous enough to offer them preparation. Let them be caught exactly as they were. I stood near the foyer when the front door opened. The staff were scattered. Some in the back halls, some near the kitchen, some lazily moving about as if the day were ordinary. But it wasn’t. Scott stepped inside, travel-worn but unmistakably imposing, his presence filling the space instantly. His gaze swept the room, sharp and assessing, and I watched disappointment flicker across his face when he realized no one had rushed forward to greet him. There was no orderly welcome. No, nothing at all. Just silence. I walked toward him anyway. “Welcome home,” I said. I said those words only out of respect and respect alone. Sco
It’s the next morning, and Scott texted me just after dawn. “I’m on my jet. Wheels up. I’ll be home in a couple of hours.” I stared at the message longer than necessary, my thumb hovering over the screen before I typed back a simple... Okay. My chest felt tight, not relief, not dread exactly, but the heavy middle ground where both lived together. I got out of bed quietly. Ace was gone when I woke up, which was a blessing I hadn’t asked for but accepted anyway. The house felt strange in the morning. It was too quiet, like everyone had suddenly disappeared, leaving me alone in the house. I showered, dressed, and tied my hair back, trying to look like someone who had control over her life. Scott was coming home. And that meant the house needed to be ready. That meant everyone needed to be ready. I headed toward the back of the house where the staff usually gathered in the mornings, planning to let Mary know Scott would be arriving soon so preparations could start. I didn’t even ge







