Se connecterBefore you come for me in the comments, let me say this: Yes, Dominic is a cheating bastard. Yes, Seraphina is a manipulative, cold-hearted monster. Yes, Elena deserves so much better than both of them. I KNOW. I’m the one writing this nightmare. Trust me, I know exactly what they are. But here’s what I also know: humans are complicated. Grief makes us stupid. Desire makes us selfish. And sometimes good people do terrible things. Dominic isn’t evil—he’s weak. And that weakness is destroying everyone around him. Seraphina? Well. She might actually be evil. The jury’s still out. But they’re real in their brokenness. Real in their selfishness. Real in the way they’re burning everything down. And you’re still reading because you recognize that darkness. That human capacity for destruction. Or maybe you’re just here for the smut. Either way, I see you.
SeraphinaThe process of exhuming a body and conducting a post-mortem after years of burial is a long, scientific procedure, but to me, it felt like time was moving both too fast and agonizingly slow. With Adrian’s influence and resources, all the legal hurdles were cleared in days. The grave was opened, the remains carefully collected, and forensic experts took samples for DNA analysis and identification.They told me that after five years, much of the body would have deteriorated, but bone tissue and teeth hold DNA for a very long time. They compared the samples taken from the grave against samples I provided and against DNA taken from DJ and Kiara.And now, standing in the small office of the medical examiner, holding the official report, the truth is written in black and white.*The remains recovered do not match the genetic profile of Dominic Ashcroft. Furthermore, no biological relation was found between the remains and the minor children, confirming conclusively that the indivi
Seraphina“So you think this person you saw on TV is your husband?” Adrian asks, leaning back in his chair, his eyes studying me carefully.“I know what my husband looks like,” I say firmly, my voice steady despite everything. “It was him. Every line, every feature. That is Dominic.”Adrian stares at me for a long moment, then nods slowly. “Water?”I clear my throat, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth is. “Yes, please.”He reaches out and presses a button on the intercom on his desk. Without lifting his head, he speaks into it. “Bring a glass of water in here, please.”He releases the button and looks back at me.“I need to know who this Lee Cooper is,” I say, leaning forward slightly. “I need to know if it’s really him. That is why I came to you. You’re the only one who can help me find out the truth.”He pins me with a gaze for what feels like an eternity, his expression unreadable. Then, finally, his shoulders relax.“Okay,” he says softly. “I’ll help you with whatever you
SeraphinaI push open the door to the bar and step inside. The air is thick with the smell of stale beer and bleach. Mr. George is behind the counter polishing glasses, and when he sees me, his face hardens.“About time you showed up,” he grunts without looking at me properly. “Get in the back and change. We’re slammed in an hour.”I grip my bag tighter and force myself to speak. “Mr. George, I need to ask you something. I know the timing is terrible, but I can’t work today. Something urgent came up. Family business. I need to go into the city.”He stops mid-wipe. The glass hits the counter with a sharp clink. When he looks up at me, his expression is pure irritation.“You can’t work?” He repeats it slowly, like he’s making sure he heard me right. “Again? Seraphina, what the hell is wrong with you? You think this place runs itself?”“I know, and I’m so sorry. But this is really important. It’s about my kids. Please, Mr. George. I’ll make up the hours. I’ll work doubles next week. What
Seraphina“Seraphina, stop. Just stop.”Kael’s voice cuts through the buzzing noise in my head. He stands in the middle of my kitchen, hands clenched into fists at his sides, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.“Dominic is dead. You know he is dead. You were there. We identified him. We buried him.”I shake my head. My hands are still trembling from what I saw on that screen. The image is burned into my retinas. That jawline. Those eyes. The way he folded his hands when he listened.“I saw a body that was burnt beyond recognition, Kael.” My voice comes out low and steady despite the chaos inside me. “Charred flesh and bone. That could have been anyone. They told me it was him. I believed it because I didn’t have anything else to hold onto. But that man on the television? That was him. I know my husband. I know every line of his face. That was Dominic.”Kael runs a hand through his hair. Starts pacing the small kitchen floor. The silence stretches between us for a long moment before
Seraphina“DJ, hurry up or you’ll miss the bus!” I call out, sliding a plate of toast and scrambled eggs in front of Kiara.My hands are already full. I’m packing lunch boxes, checking their homework folders, and trying to make sure their shoes are tied properly. It’s a rush every morning, but it’s our routine.DJ sits down at the table but he doesn’t pick up his fork. He just stares at his plate, pushing the eggs around with his finger.“Eat, baby. You need energy for the day.”He looks up at me, his little face serious. “Mum, Chad pushed me again yesterday. He tripped me when I was walking to the line, and he said my shoes are old.”My heart sinks. I stop what I’m doing and kneel next to his chair, taking his small hand in mine. “Oh, honey. Did you tell Miss Julian? What did she say?”DJ looks down at his lap. “I didn’t tell her.”“Why not? She’s supposed to help you.”He shrugs, but his voice is small and hurt. “Because… because I haven’t paid my school fees yet. I heard the other
Seraphina (Seven Years Later) The afternoon sun is warm on my back as I kneel in the garden pulling weeds from around the tomato plants. The soil is rich and dark under my fingers and I can already see tiny green tomatoes forming on the vines. For seven years I’ve been tending this garden. Seven years of planting and harvesting and watching things grow in the yard of the small house that belonged to Dominic’s grandmother. It’s peaceful here. Quiet. Safe. Everything I needed after the world fell apart. “Mum! Mum, look what Uncle Kael made for us!” I turn to see my son running across the yard with a bright red balloon shaped like an airplane bobbing above his head. Behind him, my daughter follows with a blue balloon shaped like a bicycle. Dominic Junior is seven now. He has his father’s eyes and his father’s smile and every time I look at him I see the man I loved. Kiara is five. She has my dark hair but Dominic’s features. She never met her father but she carries him in her fa







