LOGINTessa was already six months pregnant. Her belly was round and tight, and every kick and every little shift was a constant reminder of the tiny person growing inside her.That day, Nathan finally took an entire afternoon to shop for what he considered the baby’s essential supplies. Or at least, what Nathan thought counted as essential.They walked through the aisles of an upscale baby store that looked more like a modern art gallery than a normal shop. Everything was white and minimalist, with the scent of fresh cotton and expensive wood in the air. Most of it actually wasn’t Tessa’s taste. She preferred things with color, either blue or green.Nathan was pushing the cart with the same focus he usually saved for multi-billion-dollar mergers.“We need hypoallergenic towels,” he said, checking a stack of soft fluffy towels that looked like they could fall apart with a single wrong move. “And organic cotton for his body. I don’t want his skin getting irritated.”Tessa just nodded and smi
The cold gel on Tessa’s stomach made her shiver, but the tremor running through her body came more from nerves than temperature. After weeks of waiting, the day was finally here. The anatomy scan. Twenty weeks. Halfway there. And most importantly, today they would find out if the tiny kicker inside her was a boy or a girl.Nathan sat beside her on the narrow chair in the exam room. His posture was straight, hands resting on his knees, expression calm. But Tessa knew him too well. She saw the tension in his jaw, the quicker blink of his eyes, the fingers pressing lightly into the fabric of his pants. He was just as wound up, even if he always looked like he had the world under control.Silence hung heavy in the room, broken only by the soft hum of the machine. Tessa needed a distraction before the tension pushed her into panic. She was not only waiting to hear the gender. She needed to know the baby was healthy.“Hey,” Tessa said, turning to Nathan. “Seriously, if it’s a girl, what are
Deciding to face Karen Hale was anything but easy. The memory of her cold stare, her quiet disapproval heavier than any shouted anger, made Tessa’s palms sweat. Karen was Nathan’s aunt, the woman who had stepped in as his guardian after both his parents died. She had raised him, shaped him, and become the last stronghold of the Hale family.Karen had just arrived from Amsterdam, and from their phone conversation alone, it was clear she didn’t like Tessa because of her family background.But Tessa was tired of walking on eggshells in her own life. Tired of the shadows of the past and the tension that never truly went away. If she wanted to rebuild her life, she had to start by healing the cracks around her. At least, that was what her therapist said.She met Karen in the greenhouse, on the grounds of a house Karen owned but rarely stayed in anymore. Karen stood there in gardening gloves and a wide-brimmed hat, watering her orchids with meticulous care, as if the world outside that smal
That night, Tessa slept restlessly. Something felt off.Was it another nightmare? No. This felt too real.Her eyes flew open in the darkness. The room was quiet, filled only with the steady sound of Nathan’s breathing beside her. Tessa placed both hands on her stomach, her heart starting to race. What was that? Was this normal?She had felt something, just for a moment. Not sharp pain, not cramps either. It was a strange sensation deep in her belly, like a soft flutter from the inside, a foreign movement she didn’t recognize.It disappeared so quickly she almost convinced herself it was nothing. Maybe she had imagined it, half-awake from a dream. But seconds later, it happened again.The baby. Something was happening to her baby.Her eyes widened as she became fully alert.All the problems she had been dealing with lately suddenly felt like real threats again. The miscarriage risk the doctor had warned her about early on, the liver issues, the mental pressure that had been building fo
The soft rustle of contract pages brushing against each other was the only sound in the office, or at least that’s what Nathan forced himself to notice. He pretended to read a clause about an acquisition, but his gaze kept drifting back to the woman across the room.The blonde woman stood in front of her personal bookshelf by the window. Her fingertips traced the spines of books Nathan had collected over the years.He knew Tessa wasn’t really reading the titles. She was just pretending to be interested while her mind wandered somewhere far away. Her posture was stiff.She had insisted on coming that day, and Nathan had agreed with relief. Leaving her alone at Hawthorne Estate, surrounded by the shadows of the past and silence, felt too heavy. But seeing her here, just a few meters away in that state, felt worse.The past few days had been the same. Tessa moved through the house like a shadow, smiling when noticed, but her eyes held a deep sadness. Her green eyes could pierce straight
Tessa’s palms were hot and slick. The smell of gunpowder and rust stung her nose. She blinked again and again, only then realizing her father was sprawled on the floor, writhing in a pool of his own blood.The hairs on her arms stood on end.She was back in that cursed room, watching her father choke on his own blood while the wound in his chest filled with the red liquid that kept spilling out. Her breath hitched. Her body locked up.Suddenly a hand shoved her down to the floor, forcing her to look up at a tall figure with a threatening gaze. Charles.“Clara died because of you,” he whispered, but it roared in her ears. “And now your father will too.”The gun lifted, aiming straight at her head. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move. Her eyes fixed on the finger slowly tightening on the trigger, then the gunshot split the air and everything went black.Tessa jolted upright in bed, breath snagging in her throat. She grabbed her forehead, searching for heat, blood, torn s







