Nicholas’s POV
“This is about Charlie,” I said straight away.Hazel let out a long sigh, rolling her eyes. “Of course. It’s always about Charlie. What did Sabrina send this time? Another legal threat? A new moral lawsuit?”“No,” I cut her off. “It’s not from Sabrina. It’s from Andrian.”Hazel’s face changed instantly. Tense. Shocked. But she quickly masked it with a dry laugh.“Oh... Still not tired of meddling in other people’s business, is he?”“He came to the office. Uninvited. Mentioned your name, and... implied that you’re hiding something.”Hazel stared at me for a long moment. Her gaze was sharp, calculating whether I had come to attack her or to seek the truth.“What exactly did he say to you?” she asked finally.“Not much. Just enough to make me want to know more.”Hazel exhaled deeply and crossed her arms over her chest. There was visible tension in the way she sat, as if every cell in heHazel’s POV “You didn’t need to,” he snapped. “Just by opening up all your wounds to me. Just by showing how fragile you were without Nicholas. That was enough to tell me you’d depend on me.”His words were poison. Slow but sure, they corroded everything I had once believed. I looked at him sharply, trying to find even the faintest trace of regret on his face. There was none. All I saw was a manipulative man who thrived on others’ pain.“I’m not dependent on you,” I said coldly at last. “I just misjudged who you really are.”Andrian gave a mocking smile. “And now you think you can just walk away?”“I will walk away,” I said firmly. “And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”He shook his head slowly, that same twisted smile still lingering. “I don’t have to stop you. The world will do that for me. Do you think Sabrina and Nicholas will play fair? They have everything—money, influence, legal power. And you? You only have pain and foo
Hazel’s POV The small restaurant on the corner of the city felt calm this afternoon, as if none of the guests had any idea how intense the conversation would soon become at table number seven. I sat there alone, staring at my phone screen, my fingers slightly trembling.Andrian’s number was still displayed. I had already pressed the green button, and the long dial tone made my heart beat faster."Hello?""Andrian. We need to talk."There was a pause, as if he was weighing something."Where?"I mentioned the name of the restaurant. He simply replied, “Half an hour.”After the call ended, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the erratic pounding of my heart. That short call carried far too much tension—and far too many memories. My left hand still held the phone, while my right gripped the corner of the table, cold and slick from the sweat on my palm.I looked out the window. The sky was bright this afternoon, in stark cont
Nicholas’s POV “Yes. I went to where she lives. I needed to hear it directly from her... about what Andrian said.” Sabrina nodded slightly. She didn’t look angry, just... waiting. So I continued. “Hazel admitted that when she gave birth to Charlie, she was in a very dark place. And Andrian pushed her to leave Charlie and live with him.” Sabrina closed her eyes. I knew it hurt. Because even though she knew she wasn’t Charlie’s biological mother, she had always been the only mother he had ever known. “And?” she asked finally. Her voice was flat. Calm, but I could hear the bitterness underneath. “Hazel didn’t try to defend herself. She knows she was wrong to hide it. But she said she just wanted to get Charlie back without having to reopen all those wounds.” “And she thinks that’s fair?” Sabrina looked at me sharply. “After I carried this pain for years? Raised Charlie alone, soothed hi
Nicholas’s POV “You know how I left after giving birth to Charlie. Back then, I was swept up in Andrian’s sweet words. He manipulated me. I see all of that now. After all these years, I’ve felt no joy. That’s why I came back.” I was silent. “So... he knows everything?” I asked. Hazel nodded. “More than I know about myself. He... controlled everything. Including letting me walk away from Charlie, because he thought it was for the best.” I was stunned by her confession. It felt like hearing the soft detonation of a bomb that had been buried long ago—silent, but devastating from within. “So all this time... those decisions weren’t entirely yours?” I asked quietly, barely a whisper. Hazel nodded slowly, bitterly. “Yes, I was the one who walked away, Nicholas. But he was the one who opened the door and made it seem like it was the only option I had. I was too fragile to fight back. I trusted him because
Nicholas’s POV “This is about Charlie,” I said straight away.Hazel let out a long sigh, rolling her eyes. “Of course. It’s always about Charlie. What did Sabrina send this time? Another legal threat? A new moral lawsuit?”“No,” I cut her off. “It’s not from Sabrina. It’s from Andrian.”Hazel’s face changed instantly. Tense. Shocked. But she quickly masked it with a dry laugh.“Oh... Still not tired of meddling in other people’s business, is he?”“He came to the office. Uninvited. Mentioned your name, and... implied that you’re hiding something.”Hazel stared at me for a long moment. Her gaze was sharp, calculating whether I had come to attack her or to seek the truth.“What exactly did he say to you?” she asked finally.“Not much. Just enough to make me want to know more.”Hazel exhaled deeply and crossed her arms over her chest. There was visible tension in the way she sat, as if every cell in he
Nicholas's POV The morning sky was clear, as if the universe was giving space for my thoughts not to grow more muddled. But the truth was, my chest still felt heavy even though the fresh air streamed in through the slightly opened car window. Charlie sat in the back seat, hugging his backpack with a cheerful smile, excitedly sharing his dream from the night before. Sabrina sat beside me, only occasionally responding, and I knew her mind was still divided.I glanced at her for a moment. Her hair was tied back loosely, her face pale but still beautiful as always. There was something in her gaze that made me want to reach out and hold her hand, to reassure her that everything would be okay—even though I wasn't completely sure myself.“I dreamed I met a dinosaur that could talk, and it invited me onto a spaceship,” Charlie said, laughing. “The ship was like the one in the movies, Dad! And I was the captain!”“That’s amazing, buddy,” I replied, trying