KRISTINE'S POV
Shock overwhelmed me as I blinked severally like I had seen a ghost as I locked eyes with him. My heart sank to my feet. I couldn't believe it. I was frozen momentarily at first but swiftly acting on impulse as I realized my child was with him, I quickly reached for her and yanked him from his hold, pulling her to myself and shielding her eyes as though I was trying to protect her from seeing him. It was a stupid reaction, I know but that was all I could think of at that moment. I had initially thought it might just be a figment of my imagination and that couldn't be Sebastian staring right back at me, but recalling he had used the pet name 'mi vida' on me (that was a pet name only Sebastian called me), realization dawned on me like a ton of bricks. It was him. It was really him -- My ex-husband, Sebastian Weston. I was stunned into silence. What the hell was he doing here? How was he even here? Several distressing questions swirled my mind but I could barely find the answers to any as I grappled with the shock of seeing him again after how many years? Five, If I'm not mistaken. It had been five solid years since I last set my eyes on Sebastian. And I never thought I would again, given I had deliberately moved away from his reach. I didn't want to cross paths with him again for whatever reason. However, here we are. "Kristine," My thoughts were disrupted as I heard Dave's concerned voice. "Are you okay?" He inquired further. I was rendered speechless, at a loss for words because, at that moment, I couldn't exactly decipher if I was okay or not. All I knew was that an emotion was starting to build up inside of me intensely - Anger. The shock I felt initially had now transformed into anger as I absorbed the annoying smirk on his face. The nerves he had to greet me with a stupid smirk after all that had happened. I couldn't believe it and I knew I couldn't bear to keep standing there, lest I react in a way I'd regret later. With this resolve in mind, I completely disregarded everyone, including Amelia and Dave, as I turned to my heel and headed back inside the building with my child. My mind spiraled with conflicting thoughts. I was still in shock. My heart wouldn't stop pounding in my chest as his unexpected return caused some things that were already dead inside of me to awaken -- Rage. The thirst for revenge. How could he come back now? Right when I had decided to forget about the past and move on. How could he show his face to me with that stupid smirk for a reunion gesture? Was he deranged? I was upset. I was paranoid. This wasn't how I had envisioned my night to turn out. None of this was supposed to happen. His reappearance had altered the course of my life- more like ruined everything for me tonight. I returned to my room, settling Mia into a chair before crouching down to her level. I still couldn't comprehend why she was holding him earlier. She barely knew him. "Hey, baby... Are you okay?" I asked, patting her hair softly as my eyes darted between hers in worry. Mia nodded. "Yes, I'm fine, Mommy." She replied. I could see she was so I simply heaved an exasperated sigh before swallowing down my anxiety. However, another question gnawed at me as I looked at her once more. I hesitated before asking. "Why were you with that man earlier? Do you know him?" But Mia shook her head and responded. "No, Mommy. But he's friendly. He brought me back to you..." "Did he now?" I asked sarcastically, holding the urge to huff. Mia nodded naively. I inhaled deeply, my mind still racing with trepidation. I palmed my face as I tried to gather my thoughts, but just then, I was interrupted as I heard a knock on the door. I grunted a response. "Come on in," I said before rising to my feet. The door swung open, revealing Dave who had a worried expression etched on his face. "My Queen..." He called out to me, his words melting my heart softly. "Are you alright?" He asked with concern as he approached my side. "I am," I lied as I massaged my temples with one hand. I tried to act cool as I didn't want him to have any suspicion about what had happened earlier. Of course, Dave was unaware that he had just encountered my ex-husband. "Well, you don't seem like it." His soft voice jolted me from my thoughts. I cursed inwardly, realizing he could read me so well. "You look worried and upset. I completely understand. We should just be grateful that nothing serious had happened." "Yeah," I nodded in agreement, lowering my hand from my face to stare at him. He reciprocated my gaze with a concerned look and my heart twisted anxiously as I absorbed his cluelessness. Even though he could read me so well, he couldn't note how anxious I was about my ex-husband's sudden reappearance. He looked so clueless. I managed a smile as we stared at each other for a moment. However, I still needed time to process my thoughts. "Could you give me a minute, please? I just need to..." I asked politely. He interrupted me softly. "You don't have to explain, baby; I understand. I'll leave you alone for now." A sense of relief washed over me and I sighed. "Thank you," "You're welcome, baby. I'll be outside if you need anything. Just holla at me." He told me before turning around and departing from the room. Once left alone, I heaved out exasperatedly, my heart still palpitating nervously. I got interrupted again but it wasn't Dave this time; it was Amelia. "Hey," she called out to me as she approached me with a worried expression. "What the fuck was that about?" "What are you talking about?" I asked with furrowed brows. She scoffed at me Incredulously. "Duhh, wasn't that HIM?" My frown deepened in response. Amelia rolled her eyes and replied sassily. "Sebastian... He is back." She told me like I didn't already know that.—SIX MONTHS LATER—"It's really great to see you again, Kristine, and once again, I apologize for how poorly we treated you in the past," Melissa said across the dining table, her eyes imploring and gentle.She continued, "If I had known that you were the woman who would soon bear my grandchild, believe me, I would have treated you with much more respect. But that’s not the sole reason for my apology. I am asking for your forgiveness because I am genuinely remorseful. You have every right to be upset with this family after what we did to you." After what YOU did to me. But I didn’t say anything. After all, we had reconciled, and I had already confronted her two days ago when Sebastian brought us to Clasold City."It’s not a problem, Melissa," I replied with a half-smile, taking a few sips of my wine while glancing at Sebastian, who was sitting beside me at the large dining table. Mia was perched on his lap, refusing to let anyone else hold her because she was unfamiliar with them
~KRISTINE~The pristine white ceiling stared down at me as I squinted, still half-conscious. The smell of disinfectant, medical equipment, and sterile air infiltrated my nostrils. Yet, among those scents, one stood out. Just one.The unmistakable scent of vanilla—and my child's presence. My senses immediately registered the scent of this person, and I winced as I struggled to get up."Kris, are you awake?" A familiar voice broke through the haze.A shudder ran through me as I felt the warmth of a familiar touch. But I remained still, afraid that this familiarity might not be enough. There was someone I had been waiting for— the only person who could break my cycle of suffering.Just as I was about to surrender back into unconsciousness, I heard the tiny voice I had been longing for all day—the entire time I had been out."Mommy?" The voice floated into my ears, and my brain instantly registered it.Then came her touch, sending shivers down my spine and awakening nerve endings in it
"What do you want, Lydia?" I demanded, just after hanging up with my daughter.Hearing Mia's voice had soothed my worries, but her assurance that she was safe and not being mistreated by Lydia eased my heart even more.It allowed me to stay patient and calm, granting Lydia the privilege of my listening ear instead of pushing me to fucking pursue her and put her behind bars for this crime.She had a demand and she wanted them met before she told me where I could get back Mia."Just two things, Sebastian," Lydia said imploringly, and my jaw clenched as I awaited her ultimate request."State them," I replied curtly.Lydia started, "There's a woman who's been after me. She holds my secret—a secret that could ruin everything I've built over the years. She's not going to give up; she has me at her mercy. Even though I already did a favor for her, she still holds this over my head and she knows I would do anything to buy her keep her silence."I listened intently, looking forward to where th
~SEBASTIAN~"Hey, how is she?" I bombarded the doctor frantically as he approached us from the hallway of City Hospital, where Chris and I had been waiting anxiously for his report.I swallowed hard as my gaze met with his.The elderly man clad in a pristine white lab coat stopped before me and forced a reassuring smile. "Mr. Weston, your wife is going to be okay. But I'm afraid she's still unconscious."My patience flared. "For how long? It's been 72 hours already. You told me she'd be awake within the last two days."He shrugged, wearing a remorseful expression that made me want to knock it off his face if he didn’t do something about Kristine's condition.I was losing it!Three days! Fucking Seventy-two hours, Four thousand three hundred twenty minutes and counting! That’s how long it’s been since Kristine collapsed—more like fainted on me after realizing our daughter was missing.Someone took her from the bridal shop she had visited with Amelia three days ago.That person bett
"Mia, where's your Aunty?" I asked my toddler as I brushed past her to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.Mia, who was finishing her breakfast at the counter, replied eagerly, "Aunt Amelia said she'd be out soon. She's still getting ready.""Okay," I responded, my head shoved in the fridge.Retrieving the bottle, I closed the door and beckoned to Mia. "Finish your meal, baby. I'll be right back."She nodded, and I left the kitchen, heading toward Amelia's room, and trying to keep my mind busy with other thoughts so I wouldn't be reminded of what happened two nights ago.Halting by Amelia's bedroom, I knocked gently on her door."Come in," her voice prompted me to push the door open.I stepped into her room and closed the door behind me, my eyes finding her at the dressing table. Her back was turned as she applied makeup before the mirror.I walked over to her slowly, my heart racing with calm trepidation, knowing she would inevitably bring up the one conversation I desperately wa
"I'm honestly baffled, Amelia," I said, studying the images closely. "I just don't understand.""Do you think Sabrina might be lying?" Amelia asked cautiously."About what?""This woman.""I don't think so. Why would she lie? She's been completely honest with me from the beginning, and I believe her. If she says she's found out they're plotting against me, I should put my doubts aside and start planning my next move.""Great choice," Amelia pointed out. "So, what do you want me to do about this Elizabeth Jones?"I exhaled deeply, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. "Do your thing, Amelia. Just find out what you can about her. I want to know who she really is and why she's after me."Amelia gently pulled her computer from my view, nodding eagerly. "You got it."As she typed fervently on the keyboard, her eyes sharp and focused on the screen, I remained still, pondering what Sabrina had told me—especially about Dave.Despite my wish to doubt her and dismiss her claims, I knew she