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
Chapter 145The air was quiet in the living room, heavy like the moments before a summer storm. The quiet hum of the refrigerator was the only sound that filled the silence, and dust particles floated lazily in the golden stream of sunlight seeping through the half-drawn blinds. It was the kind of silence that clung to your skin, that wrapped around your throat and refused to let go. Martin stood in the living room, unable to move, unable to breathe, as he watched the strongest woman he'd ever known fall apart right in front of him.Martha had always been a fortress. Since the death of their parents, she'd shouldered the weight of their world with a kind of quiet resilience that made Martin believe she was invincible. She’d worked two jobs, fought off nosy neighbors and cruel gossip, and still had enough left in her to encourage him every night before he went to sleep. But now, her shoulders slumped under a weight that seemed impossible to carry, and her tears silent, unending tears,
Chapter 144The walls of Martha’s living room held an uncanny warmth, the kind only found in homes stitched together by shared grief and fragile hope. The morning sunlight slanted through the lace curtains, casting faint golden patterns on the carpet. It was peaceful, too peaceful, considering the storm that still raged inside Martin's chest.He sat on the edge of the plush beige couch, one leg bouncing restlessly, a weary sigh slipping past his lips. His body slouched with the weight of everything he had bottled up for days. The scent of fresh coffee wafted into the room just as Martha returned, carefully balancing a steaming cup in her hand."Here," she said softly, placing the cup in his hand with sisterly care.Martin muttered a quiet, "Thank you," before taking a tentative sip. It was strong, slightly sweet, just the way he liked it. He held onto the warmth of the mug as though it could soothe the cold ache in his soul.Martha lowered herself into the armchair opposite him, foldi
Chapter 143The engine ticked softly as Martin sat in the motionless car, staring blankly through the cracked windshield. The dark, broken bridge stretched out in front of him like a skeletal path to nowhere, a ghostly monument to things lost and unrecoverable. His fingers trembled as he loosened them from the steering wheel, his knuckles pale from how tightly he'd gripped it moments before. His breath came out in ragged huffs, and his heart thundered so loudly it echoed in his ears. When he stepped out of the vehicle, the cool night air slapped against his skin, but nothing could shake the chill crawling up his spine. He staggered forward, his boots scraping over gravel and shattered glass, until the splintered edge of the bridge came into full view. One more foot... just one more push... and he would’ve been gone. "No way," Martin whispered, his voice hoarse and cracked. A bitter laugh escaped his throat, dry and humorless. He wasn’t surprised by how close he’d come. But what stru
Chapter 142The corridor leading to Brian's recovery ward was quieter now, but the stillness did little to ease the heaviness in Mia’s chest. The weight of the day, of all they had endured, settled into her shoulders like soaked wool. Yet here she was, leaning into the joy of a new life inside her while still reeling from the loss of another. Her palm rested protectively on her stomach, the soft curve of it still barely visible, but already anchoring her to hope.Andreas was just ahead, pushing the door open for the next wave of visitors. Mrs. Angela, Susan came in, and Brian beamed with joy as soon as he saw them.They rounded the child, hugging and kissing him while Mia and Andreas waited outside, arm in arm as they fawned over each other like a newlywed couple.A few minutes later, Sofia and Nick arrived at the hospital, accompanied by Andreas' mom. They were brought by the driver. “Hi, mum” Sofia greeted. “Hi, Mrs Leonardo. Hi, Sir” Nick followed suit as they replied sweetly. Mia