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
The sitting room of Rowland Mansion was filled with voices, and it made Denovon very unhappy. Not that he didn’t appreciate having his family and friends around, or that they cared enough to check on him. He did. But today, and every day since his discharge, he had wanted just one thing—quiet. Tota
Carter’s Industry "Sis, what are you doing here?" Evelyn asked the moment she saw Emily walking into the building. She smiled widely as if she was genuinely happy to see her. "Are you here to see Dad?" she added, walking towards Emily joyfully. But Emily didn’t even look at her. She walked past
“How is it?” he asked. George pulled out an envelope and handed it to him. “These are some of the things I found about Mrs. Carter.” Denovon took the envelope and opened it. Inside were photos. The first one showed Mrs. Carter sitting with a middle-aged man at what looked like an old coffee shop.
"Get me out of here!" Julie screamed at the top of her lungs. Her voice echoed through the wide hallway of the mental asylum. Her throat hurt from shouting, but she didn’t stop. She had been doing this since morning, maybe even before that. She had lost count of time. "I don’t belong here!" she cr







