LOGINAndy sighed. “Let her know I won’t stop until I find her.”With that, he left Regan’s house, got into his car, and drove home.Not long after Andy was gone, Regan received an unexpected visitor. The moment he saw her, his eyes widened in shock.Agatha.They stood facing each other, eyes locked.“Why are you here?” Regan asked.Agatha twisted her fingers, tense and unsure. After a moment, she said, “I have so many questions to ask you… I don’t know if you’ll answer them.”Regan lifted a brow, studying her. “Go ahead.”Agatha held his gaze for a full minute before she finally asked, “Do you still love me?”Regan gestured to a seat. When she sat, he leaned back in his chair and replied, “Would it make any difference? You’re married. Me loving you won’t change anything.”“It does,” Agatha cut in quickly. “I want to divorce my husband.”Regan froze, then stood and moved toward her. He pulled her to her feet, wrapped his arms around her waist, and looked into her eyes. “Then let’s grow old
Agatha’s eyes brimmed with tears as she faced him. “Why are you asking?” she rasped. “Do you want to mock me for failing in all my marriages?”Regan shook his head. “No.”The simple answer stunned her. For a moment, she didn’t know what to say. He held her gaze, then asked quietly, “You still have feelings for me, don’t you?”Agatha’s lips parted, then pressed together again. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but she couldn’t force out a single word.Regan searched her face. “I can see it in your eyes,” he said. “Even if you won’t admit it—you still love me. You still want me.”He released her hand, turned, and walked away.Agatha stood rooted in place, watching him retreat in silence.When he reached his car, he paused with his hand near the door. He turned back to her. “I also love you.”Then he got in, started the engine, and drove off.Agatha remained there, shocked and speechless. His last words echoed in her mind, stirring up memories she wished she could bury—what she’d done to h
Lucas stared at Regan with a gaze too tangled to name. Ever since what happened years ago, he’d avoided his younger brother like the plague, never giving him a chance to speak—never giving himself one either.Regan’s grin sharpened at Lucas’s silence. “So Dad’s death finally gave you the guts you’ve been missing all these years?”Lucas drew in a slow breath. “I’m not here to fight with you.”Regan’s expression hardened, the warmth draining from his eyes. His voice dropped into something dark and dangerous. “You’re wrong, Lucas. The day you made me your enemy, we stopped being anything to each other. We’re bound to stand on opposite sides for life. Confrontation is the only thing that brings us face-to-face.”Lucas didn’t answer right away. He exhaled, as if steadying himself. “It’s been years. You’re still holding on to our youthful mistakes—”Regan’s eyes flared red with fury. “Don’t feed me that ‘mistake’ nonsense. You did it on purpose. You fell in love with the woman I loved, and
Andy reached out and took his son’s hand, and the two of them walked into the ward together.As the door opened and Daniel stepped in, his gaze landed on his great-grandfather. His eyes brightened at once.“Great-Grandpa!” he cried, rushing over.Andy’s grandfather lifted a trembling hand, patted Daniel’s head, and said gently, “Daniel, be a good boy. Always support your father. Stay by his side.”Daniel nodded earnestly. “I want to be by your side too.”A soft laugh escaped the old man. He patted Daniel’s head again, affection shining in his eyes. “I need to talk to your father.”Daniel hesitated, unwilling to leave. He turned to Andy, and Andy smoothed his hair, giving him a small nod. Only then did Daniel walk back to the door and step out into the corridor.When the door closed, the warmth faded from Andy’s grandfather’s face. His expression turned solemn.“I don’t have much time left,” he said quietly.“Grandpa,” Andy pleaded, “you can still fight it. Don’t give up.”The old man
Andy gritted his teeth, anger tightening his jaw. He knew Regan too well—whether the man was hiding one of his twins or not, he would deny it to the end. Regan never changed his mind. He was ruthless like that.Andy met his gaze with icy calm and curled his lip. “Don’t think I believe your lies. I know you have my child. I don’t care if I have to turn the whole country upside down to find him. I’ll risk my life to bring my child home.”Regan lifted his arms in a careless shrug, utterly unbothered. “Go ahead. Why are you telling me? It has nothing to do with me.”With that, he strode forward. Andy, unwilling but forced to give way, stepped aside and watched him head into the ward where his grandfather lay. He lowered his eyes, brows drawn tight, thinking hard.Inside the room, Regan’s father stared as if he’d seen a ghost. Years had passed since he’d last seen Regan, and he hadn’t missed him—not once. He’d truly believed Regan was gone for good.But the thought that Regan might be hold
Fifteen years later…Andy stood before a grave, one hand in his pocket. He came here every year, without fail.“Dad!” a small voice called.Andy didn’t turn. He just kept staring at the headstone.Ever since he’d lost Alicia, he’d lived like a man holding his breath. He’d tried to deny it—tried to believe she was still out there somewhere—but the DNA results, the ring recovered from the inferno… they had forced reality into his hands.Still, he refused to accept that she was gone.His eyes burned as he looked down, grief pressing so hard it felt like he couldn’t breathe.A small hand slipped into his.Andy lowered his gaze. His son looked up at him, lips trembling. “Sorry, Dad… don’t cry.”Andy swallowed and patted his head. “I still believe your mom isn’t dead.”He took the boy’s hand and led him back to the car. It was the weekend, so there was no school to rush to—only the familiar, quiet weight of home.When they returned, Andy handed his son over to the butler. The moment he turn
Alicia’s ferocity caught them completely off guard. After just a few exchanges, one of their colleagues was already sprawled on the ground. The others glanced at each other; not one of them dared to rush her again. Alicia took a step forward.They immediately retreated, faces tight with fear. Alici
After a stern lecture, it became clear that Beatrice and Winnie were the culprits.Alexander fixed the mother and daughter with a cold stare, and they shrank back in fear. He sneered at Winnie. “You have too much time to cause trouble. Prepare yourself—you’ll be joining your cousin at the family co
Beatrice’s expression darkened even further. The spy, still on his knees, exhaled in relief, hardly daring to breathe lest the mother and daughter vent their anger on him.“Scram,” Beatrice snapped, flicking her hand in dismissal.He sprang to his feet and fled. Beatrice frowned, thinking, before m
A deep voice broke the hush inside the car. “She’s doing exceptionally well, but your wife won’t give up.”Another voice answered, tense and low. “My hands are tied, Mark. If I try to shield her, my wife will go to extremes. I’m being careful. I don’t want her ending up like her mother.”A third vo







