ВойтиTo 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
Evelyn entered the interrogation room and saw her mom seated on the chair, her head down on the table. The dim light above cast shadows on her face. In just a few hours of her arrest, she didn’t look the same. There was no confidence, no sharp gaze, no perfect poise. Even her posture looked smaller,
The reception was still alive with laughter, music, and the sound of glasses clinking, but in one quiet corner of the hall, a storm was brewing. Amelia sat close to Zayne, her emotions in complete chaos. She had stopped crying, the trembling of her body had calmed, but her heart had not. Now she le
But Emily raised a hand, her eyes never leaving Evelyn’s face. “Leave us,” she said firmly. “But, ma—” Deborah began to protest. “Go,” Emily cut her off sharply, her voice steady, though her heart was trembling. Reluctantly, Deborah withdrew, watching anxiously from outside the glass door. Emily
Her laugh followed her words, sharp and broken, almost like that of a madwoman. “Katherine!” Mr. Carter barked, his voice loud, his tone sharp. His face turned red with fury. He hated it. He hated hearing his late wife’s name thrown in his face. Laura. The woman he had once truly loved. He had c







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