Se connecterTo 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
He raised one hand slightly. To everyone’s surprise, the noise dulled. His presence was too strong, his authority too heavy to ignore. When he finally spoke, his voice was deep and steady, each word cutting through the heavy air. “First,” he said, “I want to sincerely tender my apologies to you a
Emily followed him to the entrance. She hugged him tightly. “Take care of yourself.” “I will,” he said, kissing her forehead gently. “And you too.” She watched as he stepped into his car, the black sedan pulling away from the villa gates. She stood there, whispering a quiet prayer that the day wou
Morning sunlight crept through the long curtains of the villa bedroom, brushing softly over Emily’s face. She stirred at the faint sound of running water. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, blinking in confusion. The sound was coming from the restroom. Emily pushed herself up, her mind foggy. But I s
Denovon’s expression softened. He reached over and touched the corner of her lip with his thumb. “That’s my wife,” he murmured with warmth before starting the car and driving out of the villa gates. Emily couldn’t help but smile faintly, then turned her gaze out of the window. She didn’t need to as







