Gabriel’s POVHe walked me away from the cathedral without saying a word. I didn't know who he was, but something about his presence made it impossible for me to resist. His grip on my arm wasn’t rough, but it was commanding. Like he knew exactly where he was going, and that I had no business arguing otherwise.Not far from the cathedral was a warehouse. Abandoned, dusty, and hauntingly quiet. The kind of place people passed by without noticing. It looked like no one had been there in ages. We got to the metal door, and surprisingly, it opened with just a simple turn of the handle. The iron creaked loudly as it swung open, revealing the emptiness inside.I couldn’t understand how the owner of the warehouse had left it unlocked all this time. The place should’ve been chained and padlocked. But somehow, this man knew the door would open. It felt almost planned—like he had researched the space, like he had been here before. Like I was walking into something I didn’t understand.If it wer
Adrian’s POVI stepped down in Green City after a long flight all the way from Portugal. The city air smelled new but familiar—like a place where something significant was about to happen. As much as I envisioned that my company could successfully partner with Maison Vivre, my vision for Eunice’s heart was much bigger than the vision for my company.Yet, I wouldn’t let one overshadow the other. A wise man knew how to keep both hands open—business in one, love in the other—without dropping either.That’s how you recognized a man who was truly worth everything he had, right? Business remained business, and the matters of the heart remained deeply personal. You couldn't mix the two if you truly respected both.I had already arranged for a smooth arrival. Some of my team—whose job it was to handle logistics—had prepared a befitting car for me ahead of time. Thank God for the advent of the internet. With it, distance was no barrier. Anything you needed could be done, no matter where in the
Eunice POV“Eunice Morgan set to bury her ex-husband, Tyler Cooper by herself. — Department of Public Health and Burial Services.”My eyes opened widely as I read this headline boldly written on the veryGistupdate blog, one of the most popular gossip blogs in Green City. My breath caught in my throat.It was then I realized that the Department of Public Health and Burial Services must have published the news of my request for burial approval on their official website. That was the only way this blog could have gotten access to such private information. They had simply republished it without context, without empathy.I felt my fingers go numb. There had been absolutely no need to share this kind of sensitive update with the public. I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply, trying to find calm where there was none.Everything that came after Tyler’s suicide felt like waves crashing over me—one after the other. And now, what I thought was the right thing to do was being turned into a headline
Eunice POVThe Cathedral was a large church. The only one in Green City. It stood like a timeless monument, serene and solemn, where the priest—whom people affectionately referred to as Father—was believed to have the divine authority to join two souls in holy matrimony or commit the dead to eternal rest. This sacred building had seen both beginnings and endings, joy and grief, laughter and wails of mourning. Today, it would see both again.Julie and I stepped down from the car as soon as we arrived. The chauffeur, without needing instructions, drove off to the parking area while we remained at the front of the cathedral, staring at its towering entrance. There was something about standing here again after all these years that made my breath shallow.I had already explained everything to Julie during our ride. She understood the weight of the moment. She had listened with the empathy of a sister and the loyalty of a friend. This had to be done. Not for show, not for others. But for me
Gabriel’s POVPeople are always the same. They never really change. Once they realized you were just someone struggling to make a name for yourself—someone who didn’t have powerful people backing him—they saw you as an easy target. An opportunity. A pawn.They saw you as someone they could take advantage of, and worse, someone who would never fight back.I have seen enough of this kind of betrayal. Over and over again. Too many times, people snatched what was supposed to be mine. Not because I didn’t deserve it, but because they knew I was an orphan. A young man with no known family, no strong allies, no real shield to protect him.A boy with no father to fight for him and no mother who stood tall in society. A young adult trying to build his own identity from the broken pieces of abandonment. They thought I wouldn’t fight back. But this time… they were wrong.This time around, I wouldn’t allow it.It wasn’t my fault that I was born by my mother. I didn’t choose her. And though she le
Eunice’s POVSince Tyler had become a controversy online, and the news of his death practically broke the internet, many people now knew where he lived. His name was everywhere—on blogs, in headlines, across all social platforms. Everyone had something to say. It was heartbreaking.That was why I didn’t even need to explain much to the taxi driver. I simply gave him Tyler’s name and he drove straight to his house without a second thought.But just as we got three houses away from Tyler’s place, something inside me shifted. My chest tightened.“Pull over,” I said suddenly. My voice came out sharper than I intended.“I’ll be stopping here,” I added, softer this time. I reached into my side pocket, handed him a dollar, and stepped out of the car without another word.I couldn’t go any closer. Not yet.There was a reason I got down three houses away. It wasn’t far-fetched or irrational. The police were still investigating the crime scene. They were actively questioning people who were li