LOGINThey didn’t spare her another glance. Damson and Bella walked past her, Damson carrying Bella’s suitcase.
Maya’s fingers tightened around the house keys. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions just yet.
She sighed and forced herself to look at them. Maybe it’s his colleague… maybe they’re just friends, thoughts rushed through her mind, desperate to make sense of what she was seeing.
Her eyes lingered on both of them, her heart pacing painfully as she silently waited for an explanation.
Bella scoffed, her eyes sweeping across the apartment. “Was this your idea, Damson?”
Damson nodded, a cold smile tugging at his lips. “Yes. If she sees you here as my wife, she’ll leave on her own… without anyone having to force her.”
Bella smirked and leaned in. They kissed right there, in front of Maya.
Maya lost it.
Her heart pounded so violently she felt it in her throat. The scene was unbearable. Watching her husband kiss another woman in the house she had worked so hard to pay for… it was too much.
Tears stung her eyes, but she swallowed them down.
Desperate, she rushed toward Damson, her hands flailing as she tried to communicate. She signed frantically, her movements sharp, and even tried making sounds, hoping he would understand.
Bella glanced at Damson and laughed, a cold, cruel sound. “Wow… this is entertaining. Is this what they call deaf threats?”
They both laughed. “You’re so funny, honey!” Damson sneered.
Maya’s chest tightened. Maybe they didn’t understand her… but seeing them laugh at her, seeing the cruel enjoyment on their faces, made her feel a mix of heartbreak and anger she couldn’t hold back.
She grabbed her phone and typed furiously, showing Damson the screen.
“Who is she, and why are you kissing her?”
Damson scoffed, not even looking guilty. He pulled out his own phone and typed back.
“Because she’s the one I love. Why wouldn’t I kiss her?”
Maya froze as her eyes read the words. Her hands shook.
Bella scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Maya’s fingers trembled as she typed again:
“Damson, why are you doing this to me?”
Her head sweated, her face pale, her breaths quick.
“After everything I have done for you! I pay for this house… and you bring another woman here? Is that how you repay me?”
She held out her phone, letting him read the words with trembling hands.
Damson’s face darkened, anger flashing in his eyes.
Bella smirked, tilting her head. “How much is that, anyway?” she said casually. “I’ll refund it.”
Damson smirked at her words.
Maya felt a flicker of confusion, but then she read what he typed for her. Her chest tightened.
If you don’t want to leave, then file for a divorce and go. The money you paid will be returned to you.
Maya froze. The words struck her like a physical blow. She stumbled, reaching for a nearby chair to steady herself, trying to process everything at once.
Then he typed another line:
And please… don’t try to come to my room. It’s mine and Bella’s. Sleep in the guest room.
Her eyes widened. Her heart felt like it was cracking. The pain she had been carrying the trust, the hope was shredded before her eyes.
Damson slipped his phone back into his trousers, satisfaction clear on his face. He was sure Maya would file for divorce, finally leaving him after everything he and Bella had done.
He lifted Bella’s suitcase with ease, and the two of them disappeared upstairs, laughing hand in hand.
Maya sank to the floor, the chair rattling behind her. She felt weak, every muscle heavy with despair. Slowly, tears began to roll down her cheeks.
Is this… what I’ve worked for, Damson? she thought silently. I’ve worked day and night to support us… even when your job paid less. I’ve covered almost all the bills. Is this what I get?
Her sobs caught in her throat, silent but no less real.
Even if she wanted to leave, she had nowhere to go. The savings she had were tied up in the house she had paid for. Filing for divorce wasn’t just impossible emotionally it was a process that needed money she didn’t have.
Maya curled herself into the chair, her body trembling. She had been betrayed, humiliated, and left alone in a home that should have been hers too.
And she didn’t want her child to grow up alone, without a father.
Moments later, Maya finally stopped crying. She let out a long, shuddering sigh and made up her mind. If she wanted a better solution, she had to rest first she wasn’t even feeling well.
She found her clothes tossed outside their room. The door was now closed. She bent over in pain, picking them up one by one, each movement heavy with exhaustion and heartbreak.
Finally, she made her way to the guest room. By now, her tears had dried, leaving only a faint trace of sorrow on her pale cheeks.
She slowly laid down on the unfamiliar bed. The sheets smelled faintly of strangers, but her body was too tired to care. Sleep claimed her almost immediately. She decided to rest first, to gather strength before planning her next move.
Moments later, she woke to a splash of cold water across her face.
She sat up quickly, startled, and tried to see what was happening.
Her eyes widened in disbelief. Bella stood there, grinning, with a cup of water.
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







