LOGIN“Is that how they taught you to treat ladies?” the man asked coldly, still gripping his wrist.
The man Maya had brought flowers for stiffened immediately. “S–sir… Marcus… do you know her?”
Maya, still trembling, slowly looked up at the stranger. He was tall, impeccably dressed in an expensive suit, his sharp features strikingly handsome. Yet there was something far more intimidating than his looks the authority in his presence.
“I don’t know her,” Marcus replied, his voice hard, “but you are not entitled to treat any woman the way you just did.”
His grip tightened slightly. “Do you understand?”
“Yes… yes, sir,” the man stammered, nodding in fear.
Marcus studied him for a brief moment before adding, “I believe you work at my company.”
The man’s eyes widened. “Sir, please ”
“You’re fired,” Marcus said flatly.
The man dropped to his knees, begging desperately, but Marcus had already turned away. “Get lost.”
The man scrambled to his feet and fled without another word.
Maya had watched everything unfold. She hadn’t heard a single word, yet the expressions, the gestures, the fear in the man’s eyes told her all she needed to know. She wondered if they knew each other but more than anything, she felt grateful that a stranger had stood up for her.
Marcus turned to face her. “Are you alright, miss?” he asked gently.
Maya nodded and signed her thanks.
Marcus let out a slow, controlled breath. “So that idiot has been harassing a pregnant, deaf woman,” he muttered, anger flickering in his eyes.
Marcus reached into his pocket and pulled out some money, offering it to her.
Maya shook her head immediately, refusing without hesitation.
To her surprise, Marcus smiled slightly and signed back, It’s alright. You should take it. Let it be as though I paid for the flowers.
Maya froze.
Her eyes widened as she stared at his hands. He knew sign language.
For a brief moment, she forgot how to breathe. It had been so long since someone anyone had spoken to her in her own language without struggle or pity. Her chest tightened with emotion.
But she still shook her head gently, then signed her thanks.
Marcus studied her pale face and the way her shoulders sagged with exhaustion. “Let me at least give you a ride,” he offered softly. “You don’t look well.”
Maya’s expression changed. She quickly signed, My husband wouldn’t like that.
Marcus nodded, respecting her words without question.
She bowed slightly in gratitude, then turned and walked away.
As she left the restaurant, her mind wouldn’t stop replaying the moment his hands, his fluency, the ease with which he understood her. How could a man like him know her language?
But she forced the thought away and continued home.
When she reached the house, she paused.
The door was open.
Her heart skipped. She wondered if Damson had returned early but it was far too soon for him to be home.
A chill crept down her spine as she slowly stepped inside.
Maya’s eyes landed on her mother-in-law.
Damson was in the house too, seated beside her.
Relief flickered across Maya’s face. She stepped forward quietly and signed a greeting, her movements gentle and respectful.
Damson noticed. “Yes, Mother,” he said casually, answering her before Maya could even finish.
The woman’s lips curled in irritation. “So she still hasn’t returned to normal?” she scoffed. “Is she still useless?”
She waved her hand sharply in Maya’s direction. “And what is she doing with those fingers again? Honestly, that’s exactly why I hate coming to this house. She annoys”
“She’s a freak,” the woman snapped. “A burden.”
“That’s why I was against this marriage from the beginning,” the woman continued mercilessly. “She lost both her parents, has no wealth, no background she’s nothing.”
Her voice grew sharper. “After her parents died, I wanted to send her to an orphanage. But you insisted she stay with us.”
“Mum ” Damson began, finally looking uncomfortable.
She cut him off immediately. “Yes, her parents were my best friends,” she said coldly. “But not her.”
“Thank God I was wise,” the woman added with a bitter laugh. “I wouldn’t have spent a single penny on her education anyway.”
Maya stood there quietly, her hands trembling at her sides every word unheard, yet painfully understood through their expressions, their tone, their cruelty.
And Damson said nothing.
Maya watched their lips move.
From the sharp movements of her mother-in-law’s mouth and the cold look in her eyes, Maya sensed they were saying cruel things about her.
Why is she still standing there? the woman asked Damson, her lips forming the words clearly.
Damson glanced at Maya, then flicked his hand at her impatiently shooing her away like an unwanted bird.
Maya froze.
Pain settled deep inside her.
Even if she couldn’t understand my language, Maya thought, she would have smiled at me… like she used to.
What really happened to them? she wondered silently.
Moments later, Damson’s mother turned and walked out without once trying to interact with Maya. Her face remained twisted in disgust until the very last second.
Damson followed her without looking back.
Maya was left alone.
She swallowed and began cleaning, washing the dishes, wiping the counters, putting the house back in order, as though scrubbing could erase what had just happened.
While cleaning, her eyes caught an envelope on the table.
She picked it up.
Bills.
Her heart sank.
Rent.
She sighed softly, the sound trapped in her chest. Rent has come too soon, she thought.
Pulling out her phone, she checked the previous payments.
Every payment… was hers.
She was the one paying for the house they lived in.
The paramedics came fast.They wrapped a blanket around Maya's shoulders. She didn't feel it.Her eyes were on the phone. On Nan's face. On the chains."We need to get you to a hospital," a medic said.Maya didn't respond.Marcus was holding Leo. The boy was silent. Traumatized. His small body shaking against Marcus's chest."Where's Nan?" Marcus asked, reading Maya's face."I don't know," Maya said.Her voice sounded hollow.The captain approached. His uniform was singed. His face was hard."The livestream is still running," he said. "Over fifty million people are watching. The whole world just saw your husband blow himself up.""Ex-husband," Maya said."Right. Ex. We need you to make a statement. We need to shut down the stream before""No," Maya said.The captain blinked."Ma'am?""The stream stays on," Maya said. "She's watching. Damson's mother. She's watching right now."Maya pulled up the phone and typed. Her fingers moved fast.She typed directly into the livestream chat."You
Marcus moved first.He stepped between Damson and Leo."You need to leave," he said.Damson's expression didn't change. The tears were still there. The broken look still painted across his face."I have every right to be here," Damson said. "He's my son.""No," Marcus said. "You don't."Damson smiled. It was small and cold.That's when Maya saw it.The mask slipping for just a second. The cruelty underneath.She pulled Leo close."Officers," she said quietly. "He needs to leave."One of the officers moved forward.Damson held up his hands."I'm not here to cause trouble," he said. He was looking at Leo now, not at Marcus or Maya. "I just want to know my son. Is that so wrong? After all these years, I find out I have a child and I'm supposed to just walk away?"Leo looked up at him.The boy's eyes were confused. Wanting to believe. Wanting this to be real."You can't stay," Maya said."Why not?" Damson asked. He was still smiling that cold smile. "The livestream is still running. Milli
The police came fast.Officers rushed into the room, moving around them. One detective stood in the doorway, looking at the shattered window, the bullet hole in the wall."Is everyone okay?" he asked."Yes," Marcus said.The detective looked at Maya."Who did this?"Maya pulled up her phone. The messages. The video of the van. Everything.The detective read them and his face went hard."Damson's mother sent these?""Yes," Maya said."She killed my parents twenty years ago. That's what the livestream needs to show."The detective nodded slowly."We'll secure the building. You'll be safe here.""I'm going live at eight," Maya said.The detective paused."Is that wise?""It's necessary," Marcus said.The detective left.Leo climbed into Maya's lap. His small hands were still shaking."More bad people?" he signed."No," Maya said. "We're safe now."But she wasn't sure that was true.An hour later, a captain came in. He was older, his eyes cold and practical."You're the woman from the mou
Maya did not move.The man in the white coat stood in the doorway, syringe in his hand, needle pointing toward Leo’s bed.For a second no one breathed.Then Marcus moved.He stepped forward fast and slammed the door into the man’s arm.The syringe fell.The man cursed and reached for it.Two security guards rushed in behind Marcus and tackled him to the floor.They pinned him down and cuffed him.The man looked up at Maya as they dragged him out.“Damson’s mother will send someone else,” he said. “She always does.”The door closed.The room went quiet again.Maya dropped to her knees beside Leo’s bed.She held the boy tight.Leo was shaking.He signed against her chest.“Mommy… bad man gone?”Maya nodded.“He is gone.”But she knew it was not over.She looked at Marcus.His shirt was torn. His face was pale.He knelt beside her.“Security has the floor locked down,” he said. “No one else is getting in.”Maya shook her head.“She will find another way.”She stood up and walked to the l
Maya stepped in front of Leo’s bed.The man in the white coat stood in the doorway. He was still smiling. The gun on the tray gleamed under the hospital lights.He did not speak.He just lifted the gun and pointed it at her chest.Maya did not move.Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her throat, but her voice came out steady.“If you shoot me, the whole world will see it,” she said. “I am still live on camera. Millions of people are watching right now.”The man’s smile faded a little.He glanced at the laptop on the table. The live stream was still running. The chat was moving fast.He looked back at Maya.“Put the gun down,” she said. “Walk out of this room and you might still live.”The man’s hand tightened on the gun.Leo stirred behind her.The boy signed weakly against her back.“Mommy…”Maya kept her eyes on the man.She took one small step forward.“You work for Damson’s mother,” she said. “She sent you here to kill a child. Is that what you want to be known for?”T
Maya held Leo tighter.The message glowed on her phone.“Next time I will not miss.”She stared at the words until they blurred. The live stream was still running. Millions of people were watching the broken window, the glass on the floor, the fear on her face.She looked straight into the camera.“You all heard her,” she said. “Damson’s mother just threatened to kill my husband. She just tried to burn this hospital with my son inside. This is not a story. This is real.”The chat went wild.Maya did not stop.She held Leo with one arm and spoke with the other hand on the laptop.“I am not canceling the press conference. I am not running. I am telling the truth at eight o’clock. If she wants to stop me, she will have to do it in front of the whole world.”She ended the stream.The room went quiet.Leo looked up at her.He signed slowly.“Mommy… bad lady mad?”Maya nodded.“Yes. But we are stronger.”Marcus walked back into the room.He closed the door behind him.“Security has the floo







