Mag-log inHenry was in his study that night when a knock came at the door. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from a single lamp casting long shadows across the polished wooden desk where he sat, a glass resting untouched beside him. He hadn't been working. His mind had been elsewhere, restless, unsettled in a way he rarely allowed. The knock came again, firmer this time, pulling him back.“Come in,” he said, his voice low, controlled.The door opened and Martins walked in, his steps measured as always, his posture straight, but there was something in his expression that carried urgency. He didn’t waste time with pleasantries.“Sir, we have something on ground now, enough to destroy Ms. Diana and Dr. Eastwood’s relationship.”Henry’s brows tightened slightly, irritation flickering across his face at the lack of clarity. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.“What are you talking about?” he said, his tone sharpening. “Get to the point.”“Merlin is
Diana woke up, came downstairs just the moment the DNA test result was handed to Merlin, but she pretends not to care choosing instead to step outside to clear her head, but her mind is racing. The timing felt almost cruel, like she had walked into something she wasn’t ready to face. She paused briefly at the foot of the stairs, her eyes catching the paper in Merlin’s hand, the tension in his posture, the stillness in the room that spoke louder than any argument. For a second, her chest tightened, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she moved past them like none of it mattered, like she hadn’t seen anything at all.Her steps were steady as she walked to the door, her hand gripping the handle firmly before pulling it open. The moment she stepped outside, the air hit her face, cool and sharp, but it did little to settle the storm building inside her. She inhaled deeply, then again, trying to steady herself, but her thoughts refused to slow down. Everything felt tangled, messy, to
“I’m going nowhere.” Ashley snapped, wrapping her hands round her chest, shaking her body. “I deserve answers and recognition.” “Recognition?” Merlin repeated with disdain, his brows tightening as he stared at her like he could barely believe what he was hearing. “As who? My wife?” “As the mother of your kid!” Ashley cut in sharp, her voice ringing with a stubborn confidence that refused to bend under his tone.The living room, which had once carried warmth and familiarity, now felt suffocating, thick with tension that seemed to cling to every surface. The morning light filtering through the curtains did nothing to ease the atmosphere. If anything, it only made everything clearer, more exposed. The silence that followed Ashley’s words was not empty. It was heavy, loaded with questions, accusations, and things that no one was ready to confront directly.Last night had passed without rest for Merlin. He had stood outside the bedroom door for a long time, knocking at first, calling
“Nothing,” Merlin said with a strained kind of sincerity that didn’t quite reach his eyes as he stepped closer to Diana.His hand stretched out to hold hers, his movements careful like he was approaching something fragile that could break at the slightest touch. “I’ll never hide anything from you, my love. This… this must be some sort of mistake.” He gestured toward the woman and the little boy standing a few feet away, his voice steady on the surface but carrying a tightness beneath it that betrayed how shaken he truly was.“Some sort of mistake?” Ashley cut in sharply, her voice rising with disbelief as her calm expression finally cracked, her grip tightening around the boy’s shoulder as if anchoring him to her side. “You’re calling your son, your blood, a mistake?”“Enough, woman!” Merlin snapped, his patience snapping in an instant as his voice echoed across the room, sharp and commanding, his hand raised instinctively as though to silence her. The sudden outburst cut through th
Diana settles more comfortably into life with Merlin, and the house begins to feel like a real home rather than a temporary arrangement. What had started as something uncertain had slowly taken shape into a routine that felt warm and grounding. The mornings were no longer awkward, the evenings no longer filled with hesitation. There was a quiet rhythm between them now, one that didn’t need too many words to exist. Even the smallest things, like the way Merlin would leave her coffee just the way she liked it or how she would straighten his tie absentmindedly before he stepped out, carried a sense of belonging that neither of them questioned anymore.It felt right, almost too right, like something she had been missing for years without fully realizing it.That evening, the three of them sat around the dining table, the atmosphere calm and easy. Merlin had just finished explaining something about his day at work, though Emma clearly wasn’t paying attention, too focused on poking at h
When Diana returned home that evening, the house felt unusually quiet, the kind of silence that wasn’t peaceful but waiting. The lights in the living room were on, casting a warm glow across the space, but it did little to ease the tension that settled the moment she stepped inside. She shut the door behind her slowly, her fingers lingering on the handle for a second longer than necessary, as if she needed that brief pause to gather herself before facing whatever was ahead.Merlin was already there.He wasn’t seated, wasn’t distracted, wasn’t pretending to be occupied with anything else. He stood just a few steps away from the center of the room, his posture straight, his expression unreadable but firm. It was clear he had been waiting, not just for her arrival, but for this moment.“We need to stop pretending everything is okay,” he said immediately she walked in, his voice calm but carrying a weight that settled heavily in the room.Diana slipped off her shoes slowly, placing the
Selena sat on the couch beside Mrs. Willis, her legs swinging gently as the older woman helped her sort through some school materials. Papers were spread across the centre table, coloured pencils arranged neatly by the side. Selena hummed quietly to herself, distracted, half listening, half daydre
“And why is she kissing that other uncle? Does she have a new family now?”Selena’s voice trembled with agitation, the words spilling out faster than her thoughts could catch up. Her small hands were clenched tightly at her sides, her chest rising and falling too quickly for her age. Her eyes sta
"Mommy is leaving!" Selena said again, her voice breaking this time. Panic finally pushed past the shock, settling heavily in her chest like a stone dropped into water. Her eyes were wide, glossy with fear she did not fully understand. She stood in the middle of her father's study, her small fing
Henry sat alone on the couch, the envelope resting on his lap like something heavy and dangerous. The living room was quiet, unusually so, and the silence pressed against his ears. Selena sat beside him, her legs folded under her, her teddy bear squeezed tightly against her chest. She was quiet t







