LOGINTo 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
"Grandfather, why are you here again?" Denovon asked with a deep frown as his grandfather walked into the hospital room. It had been three days since the accident, and people hadn’t stopped coming to check on him. He was already growing tired of the constant attention. "Why won’t I be here again?"
Emily shook her head, amused by how flustered he was trying not to look. “So… what’s the flower for?” he asked, raising one brow as he studied the rose again. “Can’t I give you flowers?” she asked back, gently brushing her hair behind her ear. “I just… I felt like it. I wanted to.” Denovon’s smil
“Thank you guys for doing this with me,” Amelia said softly, her voice filled with gratitude. She looked at both of them with emotion in her eyes. She truly appreciated their support. It meant everything to her. She had made up her mind. She wasn’t hiding anymore. If her parents saw the advert, the
Emily's eyes flickered slightly when she heard what Charles said. She wasn’t expecting that. Of all the things she thought he came to say, leaving the country was the last on her list. “Is that what you came here to tell me?” she asked, her gaze sharp and questioning. She didn’t understand why he







