Chapter 151 The silence that followed Mia’s outburst was heavy, so much so that it felt like the walls themselves were holding their breath. The lawyer, a composed woman in a fitted navy-blue pantsuit, adjusted her glasses and gently placed a manila folder on the coffee table. “I understand this is a lot to take in,” she began, her voice steady but sympathetic, “but the mental instability plea is legally valid if supported with evidence, psych evaluations, testimonies from psychiatrists, past records…” Mia’s heart pounded in her chest. “Evidence?” she asked, almost incredulous. “You mean all she has to do is convince someone she’s insane, and she’ll get away with kidnapping, manipulation, everything she did to us? To me? To my daughter?” “No,” the lawyer clarified, folding her hands. “She won’t walk free. She’ll be committed to a psychiatric institution, possibly for years. But it’s not the justice we were aiming for. Not in the way you deserve.” Andreas ran a hand through his ha
Chapter 150Brian’s voice rang out, high and shattering, in the stillness of the living room. “You’re not my daddy!”The words hit Andreas like an arrow straight to the chest. His breath caught, his heart thudded against his ribs. Though he stood frozen for a second, the sting in those words lit a fire in his gut, a wave of dread crashing into him as he stared at the child he had raised, loved, and nearly lost.He’d hoped, foolishly, that Brian hadn’t heard what Tania had screamed during her visit to the prison. But he had. And now the damage was here, in front of him, unraveling in a small boy’s trembling voice.Andreas knelt slowly, coming down to Brian’s eye level, fighting the lump in his throat. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears, but he blinked them away. Not now. Not yet. Brian needed strength, not grief.“Brian,” he began, voice thick but steady, “I understand what you heard. But listen to me—I am your father. It doesn’t matter if I gave you life or not. I love you. I have alw
Chapter 149The car ride back was suffocating in its silence. Even as the wheels hummed over the asphalt, the air felt thick with unspoken words. Mia glanced at Andreas, then back at Brian through the rearview mirror, her heart aching for the boy who sat silently in the backseat. His hands were folded tightly in his lap, his eyes staring out the window as the world outside blurred by, he didn’t even seem to notice.The quiet tension was palpable, but neither Mia nor Andreas pushed for a conversation. They knew Brian wasn’t ready, and forcing him to speak would only make things worse.Mia’s thoughts were spinning, her mind caught between the need to be a mother to him and the understanding that the boy was still grieving, still struggling with his place in a world that had been turned upside down.She stole another glance at Andreas. He had that look again, his brow furrowed, lips set in a tight line. His grip on the steering wheel was steady, but Mia could tell that beneath that calm
Chapter 148The day had finally dawned. The sun had only just begun to stretch its golden limbs across the city skyline, casting soft rays into the Martinez home. It was supposed to be a good day. Or at least, that’s what Mia kept telling herself.Brian was up early. Earlier than usual. His small feet padded across the hallway in anticipation, his eyes bright with something resembling hope. Dressed in brown leather shorts that matched his youthful energy and a white T-shirt so crisp it still held the scent of detergent, he looked nothing short of angelic. His small black shoes tapped eagerly against the wooden floor as he waited for his parents.Mia took her time getting ready, her hands trembling slightly as she applied a neutral foundation. Her makeup was minimal, only a touch of color on her lips and a whisper of mascara. Even in her quiet apprehension, she looked beautiful in a slate-gray suit that mirrored Andreas's matching ensemble. They’d agreed on dressing subtly, not out of
Chapter 147The sun cast a soft amber glow across the living room, filtering in through the sheer white curtains that danced gently with the breeze. It was one of those rare moments when the world outside seemed to quiet down just enough to let the inside breathe. The atmosphere in the Leonardo household had shifted in the past few weeks. Grief still lived there, tucked quietly behind tired smiles and long silences, but there was something else now, too: hope.April’s funeral had ended with more tears than words. Her absence was a wound they all bore together, but the memory of her heart beating inside Brian was the thread that stitched them back, reminding everyone that she hadn't left entirely. She had simply changed form.Now, days after the burial, the family sat together in the living room, Mia, Andreas, Sofia, and Brian. The room was warm, filled with the smell of Mia’s homemade vanilla-scented candles and the soft hum of the evening news playing in the background. Everyone was
Chapter 146 The chapel smelled of lilies and silence. That kind of thick silence that pressed into your lungs like grief. Martin stood at the threshold of the aisle, clutching a bouquet of red roses, her favorite color. Every step he took felt like walking through time and regret. Eyes turned. Whispers followed. He could feel them, like gusts against the back of his neck. He didn’t care. Let them stare. Let them wonder. April was the only one that mattered now. The coffin was open. That was what hit him hardest. Seeing her like that, still and quiet, dressed in the soft blue dress she'd once called her "someday" dress. Her lips were no longer warm. Her smile, once a flame that could ignite his entire being, is now only a memory carved in wax. And just like that, his knees gave in. The ground didn't just meet him; it claimed him. Bowing his head to the polished wood of the casket, he let the pain carry his voice. “April… my love,” he whispered, voice hoarse and hollow. “I don't kn