تسجيل الدخول~ ISLA ~My blood turned cold.The moment those words left her mouth, the entire room froze. The warmth that had brightened her face seconds ago disappeared completely. Her eyes were locked on me now—sharp, trembling, and filled with hostility. Like she had just seen the greatest enemy of her life.My fingers instinctively curled around Alistair’s hand.She recognized me. No… not me exactly. My mother. The resemblance between us had always been there. Looking at me was probably like looking at Allison Reed herself. But I never realized it could provoke this kind of reaction.Harriet’s breathing suddenly turned uneven. The softness in her expression vanished little by little, replaced by something darker—hatred, fear, anger. Everything mixed together.“Why is she here?” she demanded again, her voice rising this time. “Ali—why did you bring her here?!”My throat tightened painfully.Alistair frowned slightly beside me, but he said without beating around the bush, “She’s my wife.”“No!”
~ ISLA ~The silence stretched between us. I thought he would look away or close his eyes and pretend to sleep after what he did.But instead—his bottomless gray eyes held mine for a while.“I want to talk about something,” he said after a moment, his expression turning solemn.My heart slowed, but something in his tone made a small tension build in my chest.“About what?” I asked in a small voice.He didn’t answer right away. His eyes stayed on me steadily—almost like he was weighing how to say it.That alone made me uneasy.“What is it?” I asked again, more firmly this time.A beat passed. Then finally, he answered, “My mother.”My body stiffened at the sudden mention of her. Was he… going to confront me now for hiding my real identity from him?My grip tightened on the sheets without me realizing it, anxiety creeping in as I waited for what he would say next.Alistair’s gaze didn’t leave mine as he continued. “It’s a long story. But… she’s alive.”My mind went blank.Alive?“…What?
~ ISLA ~Dinner ended more quietly than I expected.But what surprised me the most—Alistair finished everything. Every single dish. He didn’t forget to serve me, too.I stared at the empty plates, still sitting across from him, trying not to make it obvious.He… ate all of it?A small, quiet delight bloomed in my chest.Alistair Montgomery—someone known for being particular with everything, especially food—hadn’t left a single bite behind. And my cooking wasn’t even that good.I lowered my gaze, hiding the small smile forming on my lips.Maybe it wasn’t that bad after all.After dinner, things returned to their usual rhythm. Alistair went to his office to continue his work.And I— I went back to the bedroom.The master bedroom still felt unfamiliar in some ways, even though I had spent so much time here before. Maybe it was because things between us had changed—or maybe because he had.I took a warm bath, letting the water ease the lingering tension in my body. By the time I stepped o
~ ISLA ~Three days.That was how long it had been since I was discharged from the hospital. And honestly, I was bored out of my mind.I lay on the couch in the living room, one arm resting over my stomach as I stared at the ceiling. The house was too quiet—the kind of quiet that made time feel slower than it actually was.Physically, I was doing well. The doctor said my recovery was smooth, and the baby was stable. That alone should have been enough to put me at ease.But staying at home all day with nothing to do? That was another story.I had already gone through the maternal books Dr. Simon recommended. I even spent hours scrolling through my phone, checking messages, reading random things just to pass the time.Still… it wasn’t enough. I missed working.Missed my daily routine at the hospital. The feeling of actually doing what I love.But I had already agreed to Alistair’s condition. No work. No stress. Just complete bed rest.I let out a quiet sigh and turned slightly onto my s
~ ALISTAIR ~My body went rigid.The sound of that name—Ali—I hadn’t heard it in so long. It felt like I had been pulled back into the past.Never in my life did I expect to hear my mother’s voice again.Slowly, I lifted my head toward her face. Her eyes were already open.She was awake.I couldn’t react right away. I stood rooted to the ground, unmoving, as if my mind needed time to catch up with what I was seeing.A faint, gentle smile rested on her lips while her eyes glistened with tears—exactly how I remembered them from years ago.And then it hit me—the realization settling in. My mother was truly alive.“…Ali,” she called again, her voice weaker this time.My throat tightened.I didn’t realize I had taken another step until I was standing beside her bed.“Don’t speak too much,” I said, my voice coming out lower than usual. “You need to rest.”It was the safest thing to say. The only thing I could say.Her eyes stayed on me, studying my face as if trying to memorize it all over
~ ALISTAIR ~A week passed.Life slowly returned to its usual rhythm. Meetings resumed. Documents piled up like a mountain on my desk. Decisions waited to be made. And more importantly, Isla had already been discharged from the hospital.The doctor made it clear that she needed ample rest—and that she should avoid stress and any heavy duties for at least three months.I didn’t even think twice. I told her she wouldn’t be going back to the hospital anytime soon. The baby mattered more than anything.Surprisingly, she didn’t argue. She simply agreed to my decision, which made things easier than I expected.Since then, everything in the house had been arranged accordingly. Anna stayed with her full-time. Meals were prepared on schedule. Doctors were on call. Every detail was handled.I found myself doing more than necessary—coming home earlier, checking on her personally, watching if she had eaten properly, if she was resting, if she looked tired.It didn’t feel like a responsibility any







