FAZER LOGINThe next morning, I woke up feeling emotionally exhausted. My body still felt weak from everything that had happened, but my mind refused to rest. Too many thoughts crowded my head at once. Alan’s cold behavior from the previous night kept replaying in my mind over and over again like a painful movie I couldn’t stop watching. I slowly climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. After freshening up, I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, staring at my reflection. My face looked tired. My eyes looked dull. Even I could barely recognize myself anymore. Still, I forced myself to get dressed. No matter how terrible I felt inside, there was something I needed to do. I needed answers. And the only way I could get those answers was by going to work and confronting Michael. After dressing up, I walked downstairs quietly and stepped outside just in time to see Alan preparing to leave. He was already standing beside his car. For a brief moment, I hesitated. Things between us ha
It was Caroline. The moment my eyes landed on her, my heart reacted instantly—jerking violently against my ribs as if it were trying to escape. Fear rushed through me in a cold wave, tightening my chest and drying my throat. Without thinking twice, I quickly ended my call with my mum. “I’ll call you back,” I said hastily, not waiting for her response before hanging up. My fingers trembled slightly as I lowered the phone. I forced a smile—one that felt unnatural, stretched, and fragile—then cleared my throat in an attempt to steady myself. “Um… Caroline,” I began, my voice betraying me with its slight shake. “How long have you been here?” She didn’t answer. Instead, she started walking toward me—slow, deliberate steps that made my stomach twist. Instinctively, I moved backward, each step mirroring hers, as if distance could shield me from whatever storm she had brought with her. Then she spoke. “Have you told him?” Her voice was calm, but there was something underneath it. Someth
When Alan walked through the door that evening, something had already shifted—something quiet, but deeply unsettling. It wasn’t loud or explosive. There was no argument, no confrontation. Instead, it was something far worse: indifference. He avoided me completely. I greeted him, my voice soft, careful… hopeful. But he didn’t respond. Not even a glance in my direction. It was as if my voice had dissolved into the walls before it could reach him. As if I didn’t exist. Not a single question. Not about the hospital. Not about why I had been rushed there. Not about what the doctors said. Not even a simple “How are you?” Nothing. He walked past me like I was invisible—like I had become air in a space we once shared. A sharp pain twisted in my stomach, forcing me to clutch it instinctively. My eyes fluttered shut as I tried to steady myself, both physically and emotionally. But even then… even in that moment… Alan didn’t look at me. Not once. From the coldness carved into his expression
The silence in the room became unbearable. It wasn’t just quiet—it was suffocating, like the air itself had thickened and pressed down on everything inside the office. Alan stood completely still, his usual confidence shaken for the first time in a long time. He blinked once. Then again. As if trying to make sense of what he had just heard. His throat tightened. His breath caught. For a moment, it felt like the words had physically struck him harder than any punch. “You… you… you know?” Alan finally managed to say, his voice breaking mid-sentence. His usual composure was gone. Even the arrogance that always clung to him had faded, replaced by something far less familiar—shock. Michael didn’t move. He didn’t smile. He didn’t hesitate. “Yes,” he said firmly. “Of course I know.” Alan’s chest rose and fell unevenly. Michael continued, his tone colder now, sharper. “I also know about Samantha.” That name landed like a second blow. Alan’s eyes flickered. “And I know she’s your
Michael had offered to take me to his home. He insisted it would be better for me to rest there, that I wouldn’t have to worry about anything, and that he could personally make sure I was properly taken care of. His tone was calm, almost gentle, as though he was trying to remove all stress from my life with just a simple suggestion. But I shook my head immediately. I couldn’t accept it. He had already done too much for me—far more than I ever expected from anyone. And the idea of becoming a burden to him, of invading his personal space, made me uncomfortable. “I don’t want to be a burden to you” I said. “You’re not a burden,” he said quietly, as if trying to reassure me. But I still refused. “I just want to go home,” I told him firmly. He didn’t argue. He didn’t push. He didn’t try to convince me or force me to reconsider. He simply nodded, accepted my decision, and drove me home in silence. That silence wasn’t awkward. It was thoughtful. Heavy with things unsaid. When we arri
When my eyes slowly opened again, the first thing I noticed was Michael. He stood near the window with his back turned toward me, completely still. His posture was stiff—tense in a way that suggested he had been holding himself together for a long time. The faint daylight coming through the blinds outlined him in soft light, but it did nothing to soften the heaviness in the room. The hospital air was clean but cold, smelling faintly of antiseptic and medicine. Everything felt too quiet, too controlled, as if even sound had been reduced out of respect for whatever truth was about to be spoken. I pushed myself up carefully until I was sitting on the edge of the examination bed. My body felt weak, but my mind was awake—too awake. For a moment, I just watched him. Then I spoke. “I’m pregnant.” The words fell into the room like a dropped glass. Sharp. Final. Michael turned immediately. His reaction was instant—too fast to hide. His eyes widened slightly in shock, his brows lifting
Samantha couldn’t help but voice her frustrations about the actions of the tycoon’s daughter. “First of all, she transferred the gardener, fired Alan’s closest friend, and dismissed his chief adviser. Alan is furious with me because he believes I orchestrated all of this,” she explained, her voice
I orchestrated the removal of Alan's chief adviser, Cassandra, but this time I didn't rely on Gabriel to facilitate the change. Instead, I approached one of the female board members, Pamela, and persuaded her to make the switch, insisting that a male chief adviser be hired in Cassandra's place. To
Alan couldn’t help but think to himself, “What? Is this guy really interested in my wife, Audrey? Does he even realize she’s married? Of all the employees, he’s chosen her? Ugh, how disgusting!” After a moment, Alan cleared his throat and adjusted his tie, trying to maintain his composure. “Um…
It was Michael who made my heart race unexpectedly when I saw him. I instinctively placed my hand over my chest and let my mobbing stick slip from my grasp, overwhelmed by a mix of surprise and fear. “Oh, did I scare you?” Michael asked, his tone light and teasing. I swallowed hard and replied, “







