LOGINAmora stepped into her house with shoulders that felt heavier than usual. The door closed softly behind her, as if it, too, was keeping all the unease she had carried from outside. Today had truly drained her mind. For the first time, even her focus on her plan for revenge against Vicktor and Lucy wavered slightly.She let out a long breath.“Just let it be… for tonight,” she murmured softly.One night for Lucy to feel happy. One night for the world to seem as though it moved without her interference. But after that… Amora would no longer give any room.After returning from Cafe Batavia, Amora went straight to her room. She cleaned herself, letting the cold water run over her skin, trying to calm the noise inside her head that refused to quiet down. Afterward, she put on a pair of hotpants and a light gray short-sleeved shirt—casual clothes she usually wore when she needed to think.She sat on the bed, her laptop already open in front of her.Her fingers began to move quickly across t
Amora’s car slowed to a stop right in front of the Café Batavia building. The glow of the streetlights reflected across the windshield, casting a faint shadow over her face—calm, far too calm for someone weighed down by suspicion.The engine was turned off. For a few seconds, she remained still, both hands resting on the steering wheel. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, observing every corner with caution.“Why here…” she murmured softly.Yet she didn’t want to appear suspicious. With controlled movements, Amora reached for the bag she had prepared earlier. She opened the car door, stepped out, then stood upright. Her gaze swept across the parking area again, glancing left and right, trying to spot the figure who had been messaging her just minutes ago.There was no one.Only the sound of passing vehicles and a few people entering and leaving the café.A sudden chime from her phone broke the silence.Amora frowned, slightly annoyed as her concentration was disrupted. She slipped her
That very day, Vicktor truly kept his word. Without further argument, he withdrew the report that had made everything so complicated. The decision came after Elisha’s request—simple as it sounded, yet heavy with pressure—was delivered in a tone he couldn’t ignore.Now, they were in the same car.The atmosphere inside was quiet, but not an awkward kind of silence—more like exhaustion hanging in the air.Lucy sat in the back seat, holding Kelly, who was fast asleep in her lap. From time to time, her hand gently stroked the child’s hair, as if to reassure herself that everything had truly come to an end.A faint smile curved on Lucy’s lips.“My daughter…” she murmured softly, almost inaudible. “Turns out, she can be relied on.”Lucy gazed at Kelly’s peaceful face, then let out a long breath. For the first time that day, her chest felt a little lighter.In the front seat, however, the atmosphere was different.Vicktor focused on the road, both hands steady on the steering wheel. His gaze
The atmosphere in the visiting room ignited like fire doused with gasoline. Word after word turned into weapons, striking mercilessly at one another. Yet in the midst of that chaos, Amora could no longer remain silent and simply watch.“Lucy, don’t take advantage of Kelly’s innocence.”Amora’s voice sounded firm, though unease had begun to creep into her heart. She knew that a single wrong move could shatter all her plans.Lucy’s gaze immediately shifted toward Amora. Sharp. Filled with hatred she no longer bothered to hide.“What do you mean?” Lucy shot back coldly.“Isn’t it you who took advantage of Kelly when she had amnesia? You pretended to be her biological mother! You stole Vicktor’s trust and destroyed our marriage.”Those words made the air feel even heavier.Amora slowly clenched her fists. But the next second, her expression changed. Her face softened, her eyes began to glisten, like someone deeply hurt.“Why do you always blame me?” she said softly, almost like a victim.
The doctor who had arrived fifteen minutes earlier at Vicktor’s residence finally closed his medical bag with a relieved sigh. He had just finished examining Kelly—asking the little girl to open her mouth, shining a small flashlight into her eyes, and posing a few simple questions.Kelly complied obediently, though she occasionally furrowed her brows, as if finding the examination strange.Behind the doctor, Vicktor and Amora stood side by side. Neither of them dared to speak; they only exchanged hopeful glances.“There’s nothing unusual,” the doctor finally said, turning to them. “All her responses are normal.”Vicktor let out the long breath he had been holding.“Thank God, Kelly has recovered from her amnesia,” the doctor continued, his tone light yet filled with certainty.Vicktor’s eyes immediately grew glassy. He turned to Amora, an emotional smile forming on his face, before stepping closer and embracing his daughter’s small body, still lying on the bed.“Thank goodness, my chi
The director’s office felt eerily calm, yet beneath that stillness lingered an invisible tension. Behind a large desk with an elegant design, Vicktor Caldwell sat with an aura of complete control. Meanwhile, Amora stood beside him, her eyes fixed on the desk in front of them.Vicktor lifted his phone and dialed his secretary’s number.“Please bring the scheduled documents to my office immediately,” he said shortly, his tone firm and without preamble.“Yes, Mr. Vicktor.”The call ended.Beside him, Amora could no longer hide her restlessness. Her fingers intertwined, occasionally tapping softly against the surface of the desk. Her gaze was filled with both hope and ambition.“Impatient?” Vicktor asked, glancing at her briefly with a faint smile.Amora lifted her chin slightly. “Of course. I’ve been waiting for this moment for far too long.”Before Vicktor could respond, a knock sounded at the door.“Come in.”The door opened slowly. A woman in formal attire stepped inside with confiden
Amora’s heart pounded faster as the car continued to speed forward with no clear direction. The road ahead felt unfamiliar, far too deserted for an hour that should have still been bustling. Streetlights flashed past in rapid succession, casting long shadows that made her chest tighten even more.H
Vicktor glanced at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. Nine fifteen. Elisha should have arrived fifteen minutes ago.The man stood behind his desk, both hands resting on the surface of the dark wood. His gaze pierced the glass window of the twentieth-floor office, yet his mind was not truly ther
Lucy grabbed the large suitcase the maid had placed at the foot of the bed. Her hands trembled—not from fear, but from a fury she could no longer contain. She shoved several clothes into the suitcase with harsh, jerking motions, as if every piece of fabric were years of accumulated resentment.“Don
The atmosphere during lunch at the villa felt calmer compared to this morning. After cleaning and treating the scratch wound on Amora’s cheek, Vicktor tried to ease the tension that had filled the air. The dining table was filled with simple dishes, yet they were enough to make Kelly eat heartily.







