When Grandma stopped me, I was about to rise, ready to leave after James Ferguson had gone. But she held me back with a calm voice.
“Zelda, don’t worry, Grandma still has something to do.”
I looked at Aunt Tian, who was standing next to her, and saw her nodding before leaving. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but before I could dwell on it, I noticed Tian Ma coming back with someone in tow.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Hilder Ferguson, looking furious and struggling to free herself from Tian Ma’s grip.
"Mother Tian, please let go of my hand. I can walk by myself!" Hilder snapped, but as soon as she saw me sitting next to Grandma, her face twisted into a scowl.
She glared at me, full of disdain.
I knew it was my fault—this was all because of me. Hilder had come to the old house that morning and made fun of me over the phone with her sisters. The worst part? Grandma had overheard everything. Grandma wa
When my phone buzzed in the middle of that tense meeting, I was still listening to the endless debate. The R&D team for the chip project had been working for more than two years with no profits to show for it.Directors were growing impatient. Tempers flared, voices rose—it was a familiar battlefield of frustration versus vision. I sat there, cold and composed, letting them vent.Then I saw the message."Let’s meet."For a moment, I didn’t move. My eyes stayed on the screen, my heartbeat shifting rhythm. Zelda.I read the words again as if to ensure they were real. A rare, uncontrollable smile pulled at my lips before I could stop it. The tension in my chest loosened. Suddenly, the arguments around me faded, as if I had stepped into a quieter world.Silence followed my unexpected reaction. I looked up to find all eyes on me—wide-eyed, confused. They had noticed the smile.I didn’t care.I typed
JamesThe moment her hand reached out with the bank card, my gaze locked on it, my chest tightening with a cold, suffocating weight. Iceâfrozen furyâspread through me.This was it?I didnât take it. I wouldnât.Instead, my eyes rose slowly, my voice cutting like the edge of a blade, each word pressed down with a rage I could barely contain.âYou came to me today just to give me this?âThe anger in my chest churned. All the way here, I had let myself hope. I had imaginedâmore times than I cared to admitâthat sheâd finally woken up. That she wasnât going to keep fighting me, that maybe, just maybe, sheâd been through enough and wanted to come home.Iâd thought sheâd miss me.I had told Cheng to drive faster. Every second I waited had felt like torture. But now, standing here, she handed me thirty million like I was some banker collecting a loan. And worst of all, she didnât come alone.She came with him.Zelda Liamson, you know exactly how to gut me.My hands trembled. I clenched my fis
I wiped my eyes one last time, breathing deeply as I stood up. My legs felt weak, but the heaviness in my chest had lessened. The storm of emotions that had crashed over me moments before had finally subsided.I glanced up at Hammer Yassir, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep into my cheeks.He didnât say anything about my breakdown, only offered a gentle, understanding smile that made me feel even more self-conscious.I dropped my gaze, and thatâs when I noticed the coffee stain on his chest.The dark splatter spread across his coat, a visible reminder of how he had stepped between me and the fury that was Hilder Ferguson. If he hadnât shielded me, Iâd have been the one walking around with coffee all over meâand even more humiliation.âIâm sorry for what happened today,â I said, my voice soft but sincere. âIâll buy you a new shirt and coat.âHis grin widened as if heâd been waiting for my words.âPerfect. Letâs go.âI blinked, thrown off. âGo?âHammer pointed to his stained shirt.
ZeldaI heard him give the instructions, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to feel a tiny flicker of relief. The weight on my chest had been so heavy for so long. But just as quickly, my tears started falling again, faster this time, uncontrollably. The car felt too small, the air too thick, and the driver, undoubtedly terrified of the tension, kept perfectly silent.I didn't want to cry again. I knew it wouldn't help. But despite all my efforts to stop, the sobs kept coming, small and intermittent.Then he spoke, cold and firm, cutting through the heavy air between us.âZelda Liamson, if you cry again, I will regret it!âI froze. His voice, low and menacing, made my tears stop instantly, my chest tightening. I shrank against the window, as if trying to disappear into the glass, my heart pounding as if it might burst out of my chest.âDonât be so mean,â I muttered, my voice barely audible. âIâm not crying anymore.âHe didnât say anything. His eyes, colder than Iâd ever seen the
My fingers trembled slightly as I fixed his tie, the weight of memories pressing down on me. I forced a smile, trying to sound casual, though my heart ached with each word."I was just thinking," I murmured, "I tied a tie for you once before. Do you remember it?"I glanced up at him, searching his eyes for any flicker of recognition. His Adamâs apple moved, a subtle sign that he remembered far more than he would ever admit. But his voice came out cold and distant like a wall slamming shut between us."I donât remember."A bitter pang spread through me, though I kept my smile in place. Of course, he wouldnât admit it. Of course, he would pretend it meant nothing. But I remembered everything, down to the smallest detail.It had been ten years ago, on his ceremony. It wasnât just another family eventâit was the day the future leader of the Ferguson family would take his first steps into manhood. Every detail had been carefully planned for months.The grandeur, the formalityâeverything po
My explanation hit a dead stop, and the air caught in my chest like a tight fist. I stared at James Ferguson, my mind swirling in disbelief. Divorce papers barely signed, and he couldnât wait to tell her?The sight of Susan Wenger standing there, as if she had every right to witness this moment, made my stomach churn. No matter how ready I was to walk away from this marriage, I didnât want her presence contaminating the air on the very day I freed myself.The bitterness slipped from my lips before I could hold it back.âSo impatient. Why didnât you just agree earlier?â I laughed, short and sharp, turning to leave.Before I could take more than a step, his hand wrapped around my wrist. Heat and tension shot up my arm as he pulled me back.âDo you think I invited them here?â His voice was low, dangerous.I refused to meet his eyes. My pulse thudded, but I yanked my arm free, holding onto the last shred of dignity I had left.âLet me go. We are divorced. Mr. Ferguson, kindly respect your
ZeldaâWhere are you taking my son?âMy motherâs desperate words echoed in the sterile hospital room as she clung tightly to Michael, her eyes wild with fear and calculation. Her grip on him, frail yet tenacious, made me sick with a mix of pity and rage. She held him like a possession, not a person."You can't just take him away like this!" she wailed, her voice sharp, slicing through the thick tension that had been building for weeks."He's my only son. What will I do when I get old? Who will take care of me?" She looked at me, her youngest, as if I were a shadowâunworthy of the same value.Gary, my uncle, stood stiffly in front of me, blocking my path like a gatekeeper of misery. His words were soaked with blame."Zelda, this is your fault. Heâs your motherâs lifeblood. Do you think you can whisk him away abroad in secret? What if he dies on the plane? What if he never comes back? Can you live with your motherâs grief then?"Tian, my aunt, chimed in with her patronizing tone. Her ey
ZeldaThe room felt like it was spinning. The noiseâthe shouting, the accusations, the jeersâpressed down on me like a weight I couldnât push off. Jianâs voice cut through the chaos first."Zelda, are you okay?"I nodded, but my throat was tight, and I couldnât get a word out. My heart was racing so fast it felt like it might burst from my chest. Gary lay on the ground, clutching his side, putting on the most dramatic display of agony I had ever seen."Ouch, ouch! My ribsâshe broke my ribs!" His groans filled the air like a bad performance.My mother knelt beside him, wringing her hands. "Gary, whatâs wrong with you?""Sister, that damned girl broke my ribs! You must demand compensation! Medical expenses, more this time!"I felt the fire rising inside me, burning away the lump of shock that had clogged my throat. My fists clenched at my sides. Every word out of his mouth was a lie, and he knew it."Zelda Liamson!" Tian screeched from where she sat, holding her back as if sheâd been st
ZeldaAs the door shut, James exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His body was tense, his fists clenched at his sides.James stood motionless, staring at the door, his jaw clenched so tightly that I thought he might break.Mr Ferguson was the first to speak, his voice firm but not unkind.âJames, I know youâre angry, but sheâs still your mother.âJames let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. âStill my mother?â His voice wavered. âWhat kind of mother does this to her child? What kind of mother lets him suffer for years and thenâthen when the truth comes out, she refuses to even acknowledge it?âHis father sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. âSheâs scared, James. Scared of losing everything sheâs built, scared of what the truth means.âJames turned on him, pained.âAnd what about me? Does she care how scared I was? How much I lost? How I spent years believing I was the mistake, that everything that went wrong was somehow my fault?âHelenâs voice trembled from the doorw
ZeldaI sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the divorce papers I had once been so ready to sign. My hands rest over my stomach, where our childâmy childâgrows.I told myself I wouldn't cry over James Ferguson again. But here I am, my heart still aching in ways I wish it wouldn't.He had always been my saviour. When I was just a scared thirteen-year-old girl, lost and alone, James had taken me in. I admired him, idolized him. But then admiration turned into something else. Love. The kind that consumed me, that I could never shake off, no matter how hard I tried.But James had never seen me that way.First, it was Susan Wenger... I watched as he gave everything to Susan, how he smiled at her the way I had always wished he would look at me. And when Susan was gone, I thoughtâmaybeâjust maybe, James would see me.But then came Luoxing.And that had been the final proof I needed to know the truth. I was never going to be James's first choice.That was why I decided to leave. I refused t
JamesThe Bai estate was as grand as ever, standing as a symbol of power, wealth, and the history that bound our families together.Or so I thought.I stepped inside without hesitation. No one stopped me. They never would. For years, I had been welcomed here like a son.I had thought I was.But tonight, the weight of betrayal clung to me like a second skin, suffocating, inescapable and true.As I entered the main hall, I found them all gatheredâMr. Bai, Mrs. Bai, and their daughter, Bai Luoxing.The moment they saw me, Luoxing was the first to react. She stood up, her eyes filled with something between relief and hesitation."James!"I lifted a hand to my head, stopping her in her tracks.She hesitated, then slowly sat back down, casting a quick glance toward her mother.Mrs Bai, ever composed, sat calmly at the head of the table, an air of relaxed control around her. She didnât look surprised to see me.She probably didnât know that I knew everything.Mr. Bai, on the other hand, was
JamesA slow, numbing realization crept over me, drowning out everything else.The Bai family hadnât just manipulated me.They had shaped my entire life."They couldnât just bring Luoxing back," Dom continued, his voice low. "Not when the whole world was looking for her. Not when they hadn't gotten anything from their attempt. So they kept her hidden, cared for her, made sure no one found her."I barely heard him. My mind was already racing ahead, connecting pieces I had never thought to question before."But the Ferguson familyâ" My voice caught. "We never stopped searching for her.""And thatâs exactly what they wanted."I snapped my gaze to him."Think about it, James." Dom leaned forward, the dim light casting sharp shadows on his face."Your parents. Your grandmother. You. You were all drowning in guilt, haunted by the loss of a little girl you thought you failed to protect. You clung to Madame Bai and saw her as a second mother because she was grieving too. She played her role p
JamesThe air in the car was filled with tension, Zelda's rigid posture and clenched phone screaming her silent fury at me. I deserved itâevery bit of her anger, every cold shoulder. But damn if it didn't carve a hollow ache in my chest.Then my phone buzzed, slicing through the suffocating quiet.I answered, and within seconds, the tension in my shoulders eased."We found Dom."The words sent a rush of grim satisfaction through me. Finally. After all the hunting, all the dead endsâwe had him.My grip tightened on the phone. "Alive?""Barely. He's talking."Good.I glanced at Zelda, still stubbornly turned away from me, her reflection faint in the window. This changed everything. With Dom's testimony, the Bai family's carefully constructed lies would crumble.But firstâ"Keep him secure. I'll be there soon."Hanging up, I studied Zelda's profile. She thought this was about the divorce. About me stalling.She had no idea the storm that was coming.And for once, I'd be the one to shield
JamesMadam Baiâs fingers combed through Bai Luoxingâs hair with practised tenderness, her voice saccharine."Donât cry. Mom knows your heart is too softâyou would have stopped me if you knew."Then she lifted her chin, her blind eyes fixed in my direction with eerie precision."James, I only helped your wife leave because she wanted to. I didnât want you two to become bitter enemies. You may not understand my intentions, but the truth is, this all started with her desire to run. Luoxing is innocent."Innocent.The word tasted like ash."So sending men to hunt her downâwas that also a favour?" My voice was lethally quiet.Madam Baiâs wrinkled face twisted in feigned confusion."Hunt her? James, I only sent people to find her after she disappeared! For her safety! And my nephewâwhere is Dom? Did you see him?"Zelda stiffened beside me. I could almost hear the furious drum of her heartbeat.I stared at the woman who had once been like a second mother to me.Even now, faced with the trut
JamesMy lashes lowered, hiding the smug satisfaction in my gaze as I buried my face against her again. Good. She didnât push me away this time.Thenâ Thump.Something struck the side of my face.I froze.Before I could process it, another hitâthis time square on the bridge of my nose. Not painful, but sharp, like a tiny jolt of electricity.My head snapped up, eyes wide."Was thatâĶ Littleton?"Zeldaâs lips curled, amusement flickering in her gaze before she pressed them flat again."Littletonâs here to teach you some manners," she said dryly.Of course, it was Littleton.Even in the womb, my kid couldnât stand watching their shameless father grovelling like this and decided to intervene.A stunned laugh caught in my throat.I stared at the slight swell of her belly, then slowly raised my hand, pressing my fingers where Iâd been kicked. The impact had been soft, muted by layers of flesh and fluid, but it sent a current straight through my chest.My heart hammeredânot from fever, but s
JamesThe pain in my chest was sharp, unrelenting, as I watched her smileâso effortless, so free. As if I meant nothing.If it were up to me, Iâd never let her go.Especially not now, with those men hovering around her like vultures, waiting for their chance. But I couldnât do anything. Not anymore.I didnât dare to force her, didnât dare to manipulate things behind her back like I used to. One wrong move, and sheâd slip even further from my grasp.And then there was Dom. Until he was dealt with, she wasnât safe here."Donât worry," I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "Iâll fulfil your wish this time. Consider itâĶ compensation for the wedding."That damned wedding. My fault. All of it.Maybe ending this marriage was the only way to truly start over. She looked at me then, her eyes searching mine, and for the first time, she saw itâmy resolve. No tricks, no games. This was real.Her lashes fluttered, her grip on my collar loosening as she whispered,"So after we landâĶ
ZeldaOf course I couldn't bear it.I never wanted to compete with Bai Luoxing for anything. She was the one who forced her way into my marriage. Even then, I retreatedâstep by step, until I'd put an ocean between us.Yet the Bai family still wouldn't let me go. They wanted me dead. How vicious could they be?But Leiy hadn't said much earlier. Even I was only guessing. Did James... already know it was them?My eyes widened in shock. "You knew? Bai Luoxing helped me leave the country, and the Bai family has been hunting me since I landedâ"His face darkened at the mention of my escape. "How else do you think I found you?"I pressed my lips together, then let out a cold laugh."Well, color me surprised. I thought even if I accused the Bai family, you'd assume I was just smearing their name out of spite."The pain that flashed across his face was sharp enough to almost make me regret my words. Almost.His chest heaved, and before I could react, his hand shot out, gripping the back of my