ログインWeeks drifted by like a slow, quiet river, carrying us steadily toward the full winter months. Despite the passing of time, the white sheets of Alistair’s hospital room remained unchanged.He still hadn't woken up.The doctors continued to monitor his vitals with careful precision, calling his condition stable yet stubbornly unchanged. But I refused to let the silence of the room deter me. Whenever I had a free afternoon, I would make the familiar drive across the city, sliding quietly into the chair beside his bed. I would brush back his dark hair, wrap my warm fingers around his motionless hand, and talk to him about everything. I told him about the shifting weather outside, about how the baby was kicking with restless energy, and about how much we all needed him to come back. I took care of him just as fiercely as he had once protected me, clinging to the willful belief that somewhere deep inside the darkness, he could still hear my voice.Outside the walls of that quiet hospital r
~ ISLA ~One week after Grandma Margot’s discharge, a final, quiet tremor rocked our world. It arrived not with violence, but with the heavy, solemn stillness of total closure.I was sitting in the sunny living room of Uncle Richard’s villa, sipping warm chamomile tea while Mom folded baby clothes across from me. Grandma Ruth was in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she prepared a light morning broth.A soft knock at the door signaled a familiar arrival. When Mom opened it, Dad stepped inside, carrying a bakery box of fresh morning pastries. He had been visiting us almost every day since my discharge—never overstepping, never demanding, just offering his quiet, constant presence.As I watched him step into the foyer, his dark eyes instantly searched for Mom. I knew they hadn't officially reconciled into a full romance yet, but the cold wall between them had completely dissolved, replaced by a gentle, tentative harmony that grew sweeter with every shared morning."Good morning,
~ ISLA ~A few days passed in a blur of quiet recovery, sharp adjustments, and emotional restoration. With astonishing resilience that stunned her medical team, Grandma Margot finally cleared her medical charts. She shook off the lingering shadows of her seven-month coma with the stubborn grit that had defined her entire life, securing her formal discharge from Northgate Hospital.I was right by her side the entire way, helping her settle into the back seat of the car and steadying her steps whenever her frail knees betrayed her. Even now, walking alongside the legendary matriarch who had once ruled the state's corporate landscape with an iron fist, a quiet sense of disbelief still lingered in my chest. Life had thrown the most unimaginable plot twists our way, tearing down everything we thought we knew, exposing decades of malice, and rewriting the ground beneath our feet.Yet, amidst the rubble of those devastating truths, what filled my heart with a profound, overwhelming warmth wa
~ ISLA ~The moment those devastating words fell from my lips, the air in the room turned ice-cold.Lady Margot froze completely. Her jaw slackened, and the color drained from her face until she was as pale as the crisp white sheets tucked around her.For several long, agonizing seconds, she simply stared at me, completely stunned into silence. It was obvious her mind was refusing to process what she had just heard."What... what did you just say, Isla?" Margot whispered, her voice cracking as her breath hitched sharply. She searched my face desperately, as if hoping to find a hint that this was all a cruel joke. "What are you saying? Say it again... I must have misheard you."Hot tears spilled over my eyelashes, tracing burning paths down my cheeks. I squeezed her trembling hand, my chest heaving with the crushing weight of guilt and sorrow."I'm so sorry, Grandma..." I sobbed, lowering my head as my voice broke. "I'm so, so sorry... Alistair was shot because he was trying to protect
~ ISLA~The car sped through the chilly New York streets, tires hissing against the damp asphalt as Dad navigated toward Northgate Hospital with skilled urgency.Sitting in the backseat, my hands remained gently pressed over my rounded belly, though my mind was racing miles ahead. The sudden phone call from the hospital still echoed in my ears. Lady Margot was awake.As the city lights blurred past the window, a quiet wave of realization washed over me. For the longest time, I had only known Margot Montgomery through the lens of fear and respect. She was the formidable, uncompromising matriarch who had orchestrated my contract marriage to Alistair—a woman the business world whispered about with bated breath. But behind that ruthless exterior, I had learned a different truth during the months we lived under the same roof. To the people she claimed as her own, she wasn't a tyrant at all. She was fiercely protective, deeply loyal, and capable of a fierce, unconditional warmth. She had ev
~ ISLA ~The morning sun cast a pale, gentle light as it pierced through the hospital window, cutting the chill of the approaching winter.After all the chaos and restless nights, I was finally being discharged. My movements were slow as I packed my things inside the private suite. Mom was right beside me, folding extra clothes and placing them neatly into a small suitcase. She kept a close, watchful eye on me, her expression a mix of care and quiet concern."I won't allow you to go back to Tribeca Heights alone,” she said firmly, pausing with a sweater in her hands. "Alistair’s condition is still unstable, and you can't be by yourself right now. You're getting closer to your due date—you'll be in labor in just a few months. You are coming with me to Richard's villa."I looked down at my bump and placed my hands gently over my belly. Two more months to go, and I would finally see my little one. How I wished Alistair could be there with me. I wished and prayed he would wake up soon. I







