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
Leo glanced at her as he started the engine. “Don’t worry. My parents don’t care about things like that.” Vivienne kept silent, chewing on her bottom lip. Her mind raced. Meeting his parents felt like stepping into a storm she wasn’t ready for. “My mum has seen you before,” Leo said after a moment
Emily held the little white prescription bag in her hands as they stepped out of the hospital. The late morning sun bathed the world in golden light, warm and gentle, as though nature itself wanted to share in their happiness. Denovon walked beside her, his hand firmly holding hers, his tall frame
Old Martin didn’t speak. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as his grandson’s words replayed in his head. The comparison had shattered his pride, and he couldn’t shake it off. Reuben clenched his jaw, then straightened. He knew silence wouldn’t save him. He had to shift his grandfather’s mi
Vivienne’s work was finally over. She walked out of the hospital, tired from the long day, wondering if she should call Leo to see him or just go home and rest. But she had barely stepped outside when she saw someone standing there as if waiting for her. Her steps slowed, and a frown appeared on he







