MasukThe resignation letter sat on Diana’s desk for three days before she finally signed it.Each time she picked it up, her hand trembled slightly. The Eastwood Medical Research Institute was more than a workplace. It was where she had grown into herself. Where her intelligence had been recognized. Where her name meant something independent of any man.Now she was about to walk away from it.Merlin called her into his office the morning he received the notice. “You’re certain?” he asked quietly, holding the letter between his fingers.Diana nodded.“You worked too hard to build this career,” he said. “Pregnancy doesn’t end ambition.”She swallowed. “It’s not just pregnancy.”He leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully. “It’s him.”She didn’t deny it.“Marriage changes priorities,” she said instead.Merlin’s gaze sharpened. “Only if you allow it to erase you.”That lingered in the air.Diana lowered her eyes briefly. “I need to make this work.”“For him?” he asked.“For my child,”
The shift in attitude was no longer subtle.It was open. Deliberate and cruel.Henry’s mother didn't bother pretending anymore.The first time Diana was invited to the Golding estate after news of her pregnancy circulated, she was made to sit alone in a drawing room for nearly an hour before anyone acknowledged her presence. A housemaid finally brought tea without meeting her eyes.When Mrs. Golding eventually entered, she did not offer a greeting.She remained standing.“So,” she said coolly, examining Diana from head to toe as though assessing a flawed purchase, “this is how you intend to secure your future.”Diana rose slowly. “I didn’t come here to secure anything,” she replied softly.Mrs. Golding gave a short, humorless laugh.“Spare me the modest act. Girls like you don’t accidentally end up pregnant with a Golding heir.”The words were sharp.Designed to wound.Diana held her ground.From that moment on, the hostility became public.Extended relatives whispered openly at gathe
For two weeks, Henry acted like Diana did not exist.If she entered a room during meetings at the institute, he would excuse himself within minutes. If their paths almost crossed in the hallway, he would turn in the opposite direction without hesitation. When donors gathered for briefings and she stood among the research team, his gaze would pass over her as if she were a piece of furniture.Not once did he address her directly.Not once did he acknowledge that night.The silence was deliberate.Calculated.And humiliating.Word spread quietly, as it always did in elite circles. No one confronted Diana openly, but the glances changed. Conversations would lower in volume when she approached. Smiles became thin and polite.The story twisted easily in the absence of truth.Diana kept her head down.She arrived earlier than usual and left later than everyone else. She buried herself in data sheets, research proposals, lab reviews. If she focused hard enough, she wouldn’t hear the whisper
The lights in the private lounge were dimmer than the ballroom downstairs.Muted gold lamps cast soft shadows against leather couches and polished glass tables. The music from the gala filtered faintly through the walls, distant and almost unreal compared to the heavy silence inside the room.Henry sat on the edge of the couch, elbows resting on his knees, fingers pressed hard against his temples.His breathing was uneven.The haze in his head was beginning to thin, but it hadn’t cleared completely. The world still felt slightly tilted, like something had been violently shifted out of place.Diana stood a few feet away from him.Her dress was no longer as perfect as it had been earlier. Her hair slightly undone. Her lips swollen. Her heart still pounding from what had just happened.She didn’t fully understand how they had ended up in this lounge after the restroom.Everything had moved in fragments.Blurred steps down a corridor.His hand gripping hers.Her trying to steady him.Her
Nine years ago, at the Eastwood Medical Research Institute, Diana was not a small figure.She had earned her place there.She moved through the white corridors with confidence, lab coat crisp, tablet tucked against her chest, mind always racing ahead of everyone else in the room. Under Merlin Eastwood’s mentorship, she had grown rapidly. He trusted her analysis, valued her intuition, and often asked for her opinion even when senior researchers were present. For someone her age, that was no small thing.The institute was her world.It was where she felt powerful. Where she felt seen.And yet, there was one person who could undo her composure with a single glance.Henry Golding.He did not work there. He was the heir to the Golding empire, a major financial backer of the institute. Whenever he visited, everything shifted. To Diana, he was a distant sun, too bright to touch, too far to reach.She had been crushing on him quietly for almost a year. But she kept her feelings buried und
Diana froze the moment she saw Henry stepping towards them.He wasn't walking calmly. He was moving with urgency, with anger, with something reckless sitting openly in his eyes that he hadn't bothered to conceal. The kind of look she had learned to read over years of marriage; the one that meant he had already decided something before arriving.Merlin felt her body stiffen beside him and instinctively tightened his arm around her waist. Emma stopped mid-sentence, sensing the sudden shift in the air the way children sometimes do before adults have even processed it."Diana, seriously?" Henry's voice cut through the morning like a blade.Before she could react, he reached forward and fiercely grabbed her wrist. The grip was tight enough to make her flinch, tight enough to leave a mark."You that desperate for the next guy?" he spat, rage dripping from every word.Diana's heart jumped, but her expression hardened instantly. She yanked her hand free from his grasp with force, pulling i







