"Who are you?" Claire took a step back and looked at the man blocking her with annoyance.
"Miss. Chloe, Mr. Bradford would like to see you, please come with me." He was Jason's man. "Mr. Bradford? The owner of DA Group? But I'm in a hurry, he doesn't know me anyway." Claire pretended not to recognize him and turned to leave, but several men in black suits immediately surrounded her. Claire suddenly turned pale. "What do you want?" She snapped. "Mr. Bradford wants to see you, don't be afraid." "But what for? I don't know him." Claire began to shake, "Step aside, I have to go." "Come with us to meet him and we'll see if you know him or not." Paul came and motioned for the guards to take her. Claire immediately panicked, "Let me go, why are you being so pushy? I don't want to see him, I don't want to. Let me go... Help, help..." She didn't want to look at Jason because she hated him so much. * * * At the Bradford house. Just as Jason arrived home, the butler entered his study with two cute little children. They were about the same age and looked alike. Calvin was the brother, short hair, fair skin, and handsome. But the little boy had a sullen look on his face, even though he was only five years old. He was cold like Jason. The other one, Kimberly, is his sister. She's a beautiful girl, her face is a little round and she's very sweet. She looks very friendly. No matter how cold Jason's demeanor was, when he saw these two children, he immediately softened. "The principal just called me and said that you two had another fight at school," he said to the two children. "It's not our fault!" Kimberly replied angrily, crossing her arms over her chest. Calvin rubbed her head and gently comforted her, "Don't worry. I already beat him." Jason smiled and leaned back in his chair. "What the hell happened? I'm sure my kids don't fight with others for no reason." "They said I didn't have a mom." Kimberly began to cry, "What does he mean, I don't have a mother? I didn't come from a rock. And my friends said my dad doesn't love me either because he never picks me up after school. Jason said nothing, just sighed and was distracted. Arthur, the butler, saw the situation and comforted the two children, "You have a mother, it's just that... she lives far away from here, it's not easy for her to visit you." "Where is she?" Kimberly looked at him wide-eyed. Arthur thought for a moment. "Somewhere. Surely you will meet her one day." He didn't know what to say because it was hard to come up with a believable lie. Just then Paul ran in. "Sir, Miss Chloe is here." Jason was a little nervous. He looked at the butler, "Arthur, take both Kim and Calvin into the bedroom." "Yes, sir." As they walked out, Calvin turned his head and looked at his father, "Dad, where's my mom?" Jason was silent for a moment and replied, "I'll tell you later." "Why later? Why not now?" "If I tell you now, she'll be in danger." That was always the answer. Calvin was a little disappointed and could only follow the butler. "Let me go, I don't want to see him. I don't want to see him. Let me go... Let me go!" Claire was still rebelling as the men led her into Jason's study, and the two children briefly crossed paths with her. She didn't know that she had taken a short jet ride to get back to this house because Jason's bodyguard had knocked her out. In the hallway, Calvin looked curiously at the panicked woman, "Arthur, who is she?" Arthur looked at the woman with a furrowed brow and replied to Calvin, "She's just a crazy woman who insulted your father. Let's go back to the room, she will hurt you if she manages to escape the guards." Calvin even turned around to see the woman being sent into his father's study. He was shocked and thought, "This woman is not crazy. She was obviously sane, but she was angry that they were forcing her. So who was this woman?" "I don't want to meet him, I don't know him, why are you forcing me? let me go!" Claire panted and was speechless when the door to the room finally opened and she barely dared to look at the man sitting in the chair. Everyone walked out and closed the door, leaving her and Jason inside. Jason watched her reaction in silence, his hands clenched on the table. She's still alive. She deceived him for over 5 years and all this time she was hiding in prosperity? Sandra, a maid and the only eyewitness, was still in a coma. She was also injured in the head and hadn't woken up yet, while they couldn't find Alice, but Claire was living peacefully alone somewhere else instead? What kind of joke is this? "Who are you? What do you want from me?" Claire asked angrily, still pretending not to know Jason. Jason stood up and smiled at the beautiful face of his ex-wife who had become even more beautiful. "I just want to talk to you, why are you so scared of me?" Claire's beauty used to be that of a gentle and natural woman, while this Chloe's face looked so modern. She had the features of an actress in a movie. Claire fell silent and raised her eyebrows in defiance, though she was actually trembling. "Why should I be afraid of you?" Jason smiled. Since when did Claire have such a rude and defiant attitude towards him? Seeing that she was still very stubborn and unwilling to confess, Jason put his hand on her chin, but in the next second, Claire pushed his hand away roughly. "Don't touch me, asshole!" She shouted so angrily, as if Jason's touch had disgusted her so much. Jason narrowed his eyes, grabbed her by the collar and said, "Claire, stop pretending, do you think I don't recognize you?" "I'm not Claire, you're wrong. My name is Chloe. Are you out of your mind?" Claire glared at him even more angrily. Jason looked at her face. "You think I won't recognize you if you change your name, your voice, even your face, huh? I told you, even if you go to hell, I can find you." To Claire, the look in Jason's eyes was still full of hate, just like five years ago. He spoke as if he wanted to kill her again and again. He hated her so much that he couldn't let her live another second. But what had she done? If Jason had really looked for evidence, he would have known that she was innocent. His mother could have just fallen or been attacked. He probably knew that too, but he deliberately wanted to get rid of Claire just to be with Alice, right? Unfortunately, Alice was missing. That was the only thing that upset him, so he took it out on Claire. "Why are you silent? Can't you find another reason to lie?" Jason challenged her. Claire suddenly didn't want to deny him anymore, her sadness and hatred exploding at the same time. She boldly looked into Jason's cold eyes and smiled emotionlessly, "Are you disappointed that I'm still alive, Jason?"Alice gave a slow nod. “It was Mandy. She was never some innocent girl to begin with. I always knew she was obsessive and manipulative. She said if I didn’t leave, she’d hurt me and my sister. You know me, Jason. My sister’s the only family I have left, and I couldn’t risk anything happening to her.” She turned her eyes to the window, her voice barely holding together. “I was scared. I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn’t. Every time I tried to reach out, my mind filled with the worst possible scenarios. And I… I was too much of a coward to take that risk.” Jason lowered his head, fists clenched on the table. Anger, sadness, and relief all collided in a way that left him completely overwhelmed. “There wasn’t any room left for me in your heart anyway,” Alice said softly. “I told Claire everything. That the woman you truly loved all along was her. That you were only with me because you thought she had moved on with Leon. And after you two got married, I knew you were happy… just b
That night, Claire’s apartment felt quieter than usual. Jason and Claire had just gotten back, weighed down by more than just exhaustion. They dropped their bags with heavy steps, like they were carrying a burden far heavier than anyone could see.Suddenly, Kimberly and Calvin stood up, eyes shimmering as they looked straight at Claire.“Mom,” Kimberly said, her voice soft but steady.Claire froze. Her heart stopped. Jason looked between them, confused and overwhelmed.“Kids, we need to tell you something,” Jason said, his voice trembling, though he had no idea where to begin.Calvin stepped beside Kimberly, eyes filled with tears. “We already know. Aunt Claire… you’re our mom. We’ve known for a while.”Claire and Jason looked at each other, stunned. “You knew?”“Yeah. Calvin suspected it early on. He forced Arthur to tell us. Arthur didn’t want to, but eventually he gave in—only after we promised to pretend we didn’t know until Dad told us himself.”Claire broke down in tears. These
Jason looked down for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to swallow the storm inside him. Then he raised his head again and looked straight at Leon. His eyes were sharp, filled with anger and questions—but also, unavoidably, a flicker of gratitude.“I got Claire out by disguising her as a corpse,” Leon said. “She had already lost consciousness, and eventually…” He glanced at Claire before continuing, “the doctors said they needed to perform an emergency C-section to save her baby. I signed the consent form, and I handed the twins over to Jason.”“So the body that burned in the fire and was claimed to be Claire Bradford’s… was someone else?” the judge asked.Leon nodded slowly. His voice shook a little as he said, “Yeah. Claire was presumed dead in that fire, and the body was swapped with another victim. After that, I took her out of the country—and disappeared.”“Did you also bribe the autopsy team to say that the body was Claire Bradford’s?” the prosecutor cut in.“No,” Leon said
The courtroom was packed. A low murmur filled the space between the rows of wooden benches, echoing off the high ceilings of the grand Manhattan courthouse. Media cameras sat in the corners, red lights blinking as they captured every second of what had become the trial of the year: the final court session for General Victor Langston and Mandy.Jason sat at the plaintiff’s table, dressed in a sharp black suit, though his face still carried the fading signs of bruises—one at his left temple, another hidden beneath his collar. His right hand looked a little stiff as he adjusted a folder on the table. His shoulder wasn’t fully healed yet. But his eyes were focused, full of determination.Claire had just entered through the side door when she froze. Her eyes widened as they landed on Jason. She had no idea someone had tried to kill her ex-husband the night before.Jason gave her a small nod, almost like he was saying, “I’m still here. Stay focused.”The prosecutor stood up. “Your Honor, we
Mandy scoffed. “You really think the world runs on good intentions? Look around, Jason. Laws can be bought. Witnesses can ‘disappear.’ Even cops can be paid off. And you... you honestly believe this ends just because you have ‘evidence’ and ‘truth’ on your side?”Jason didn’t answer.“I’m not going to rot behind bars. You know that. The system can’t touch people like me... or General Langston.”“Then,” Jason finally said, his voice barely more than a whisper, “I’ll touch you both in my own way.”Mandy narrowed her eyes. “You’ll get crushed.”“I already was,” Jason shot back. “But that wreckage taught me what to rebuild... and what to burn to the ground.”The silence between them stretched thin.Then Jason stood up. He looked at Mandy one last time—no anger this time, just certainty.“You can’t change the past. But you don’t get to use it as an excuse to run from the future you created.”He turned to leave.Right before the door shut, Mandy said softly but clearly, “You’ll regret not s
Morning had just started to creep in through the tall windows of Mandy’s fancy townhouse in Upper East Side, New York.The sky outside was gray and heavy, but inside, everything looked picture-perfect—fresh lilies in a vase on the dining table, polished marble counters, and the soft scent of vanilla hanging in the air.Mandy sat gracefully at the breakfast table, dressed in a light gray silk robe, holding a cup of black coffee in her left hand while her right flipped through a stack of confidential files she hadn’t managed to destroy yet.Her eyes were sharp, calm—like someone still in full control.Until that knock came.Three times. Quiet, but firm. Not the kind of knock you'd get from a delivery guy. And definitely not from a friend just dropping by.Mandy slowly turned her head toward the front door, eyes narrowing. Something felt... off.“Nora,” she called.A middle-aged woman—her housekeeper who’d been with her for years—stepped out from the kitchen. “Yes, ma’am?”“See who it is