MasukTo all my amazing readers, Thank you—from the depth of my heart—for walking through this journey with me. Your support, your patience, your comments, and your love kept me going every step of the way. I am truly grateful to everyone who stayed with this story until the very end. If at any point th
“Okay, Daddy,” Dimitri agreed. “I’ll go tell Mrs. Gloria to get me ready!” Denovon set him down carefully, and Dimitri dashed off to find Mrs. Gloria—who wasn’t just their cook but also Dimitri’s nanny. “Slow down, Dimitri!” Emily called with a tired sigh. “Why does he like running every time?”
“I promise you will never be at a disadvantage.” The words suddenly crossed Emily’s mind one warm summer afternoon as she was tidying her son’s room. She paused, walked quickly to the shelf, and pulled out a book that had been untouched for a long time. She opened a page—and there it was. Her
Emily lay on the hospital bed, her eyes fixed on her tiny son sleeping in the crib beside her. It had been four days since she gave birth, yet everything still felt unreal. She kept staring at him, afraid that if she blinked too long, he might disappear. They were still in the hospital and would re
(The Next Day) Emily’s eyelashes fluttered slowly, like they were too heavy to lift. Her lips parted, and she released a faint, shaky breath before her eyes finally opened—tired, hazy, but alive. “You’re awake,” Denovon said in relief, quickly leaning forward. He had been watching her for hours, w
Denovon had never felt so helpless in his life. He paced back and forth in front of the labour room door, his hands clenched tightly, his heart beating so fast it felt like it was punching his chest. Every soft cry and every faint sound coming from inside the room made his whole body stiffen in fea
Emily sat on her chair in her office, reading through the project document that Mr. David, the vice president, had briefed her about earlier that morning. It was a new investment plan that required her final signature before the company could proceed. Her brows furrowed slightly as she scanned the
The clock on the bedroom wall struck eleven thirty and Denovon was not back. Emily sat on the couch, wrapped in a light shawl, her eyes on the television but her mind far away. Denovon wasn't back home and her mind was not at rest. He had told her he'd be late, but it was almost midnight now, and s
Vivienne’s fingers clenched slightly in her lap. She was nervous, afraid Emily might snap at her or ask her to leave. But Emily didn’t. “I don’t hate her,” Emily said quietly after a moment. Her voice was calm, but her eyes shimmered faintly. “I was just hurt… and overwhelmed that day. That’s why I
He stepped closer until Emily could feel his warmth behind her. His arms circled her waist, and he rested his chin on her shoulder, both of them standing quietly under the stream for a moment. “You know,” he said casually, his voice low and teasing, “I think someone’s body is changing.” Emily blin







