Liam and Ava walked into another store. Ava's eyes widened as she looked around at the fancy shelves and shiny decorations. The place looked super expensive, and she could already guess the price tags would be way out of her budget.
"Why did you bring me here?" Ava asked, her eyebrows pulling together with worry. "You've been spoiling me all day," Liam said with a smile. "You should treat yourself too." Ava looked around nervously. "But this place looks pricey." Liam let out a little laugh. "Just take a quick look around." Ava gave a small nod and wandered over to look through the racks of designer dresses. She picked up a few price tags and gasped. "These prices are insane," she thought. "They might as well rob me!" Meanwhile, Liam took out his phone and made a call. "James, sell out the mall. I want you to sell everything at 99.9% off." Ava walked back to him, her face full of curiosity. Liam ended the call and slid his phone back into his pocket. "I told you, you shouldn't have come here," Ava said, shaking her head. "Did you see those prices?" she groaned. "It would feel rude to leave without buying anything." Liam leaned in and whispered, "Relax, it's on me today." Ava rolled her eyes. "Come on, you just lost your job. Stop trying to impress me." Right then, a saleswoman walked up to them with a polite smile. "Sorry, good evening. Tonight, we have a special promotion – everything is 99.9% off." Ava's jaw dropped. "99.9% off? So, if I bought something that's $1,000, it would only cost me $1?" The saleswoman nodded. "That's correct." Ava squealed with excitement. "I'll try the whole rack!" she said, running straight toward the clothes. She started trying on dress after dress while Liam waited outside the fitting room, giving her thumbs up or down for each outfit. When they were done, they headed to the counter. The saleswoman rang up everything, and they left the store with bags in hand. As they loaded the shopping bags into the car, Ava practically bounced with joy. "This is the best shopping spree ever!" she said, grinning. "I got so many designer clothes. Thank you! I feel like a rich lady. And I only spent a hundred bucks!" Liam smiled, his eyes crinkling. "Not bad," he said in a smooth, calm voice. Ava looked at him playfully. "Okay, be honest. Did you know there was a sale going on today?" Liam chuckled. "You can think of it as a little gift. Today is a special day." Ava tilted her head. "What special day?" she asked, confused. Liam just smiled and shut the trunk. As they drove, Ava kept wondering what he was up to. They pulled up at a building, and Liam helped her out of the car. Then, he gently blindfolded her. "Just keep your eyes closed, don't peek. Follow me, follow my voice. We're almost there." Ava's heart was racing, but she nodded. "I'm ready." Liam took off the blindfold, and Ava's eyes went wide. The room was filled with red flowers, and a big sign that said Happy Birthday hung above the bed. Liam stood in front of her, holding a cake. "Happy birthday, Ava." Tears welled up in Ava's eyes. "How did you know it was my birthday?" she asked, her voice shaking. Liam smiled. "It's on the marriage certificate, remember?" Ava teared up even more as she looked around. "No one has ever celebrated my birthday before," she whispered. "I grew up as an orphan. This is the first time someone's done anything like this for me." Liam's expression softened. "I'm really happy," Ava said, her tears falling freely now. Liam smiled warmly. "Me too." They sat down together and started eating the birthday cake. Liam handed her a slice, and Ava took a bite, her eyes closing with happiness. As they sat on the bed, surrounded by all the decorations, Ava turned to Liam with watery eyes. "Liam, how are you the perfect husband?" Liam smiled gently. "Me?" he said in that deep, soft voice. Ava nodded. "Mhm." "How so?" Liam asked, smiling with curiosity. Ava smiled back, her voice warm. "Well, even though you're broke and unemployed, and all your friends are already successful, and you haven't even found a job yet…" Liam raised an eyebrow, cutting her off with a laugh. "Is this a compliment?" Ava laughed hard, her shoulders shaking. "I mean, you still manage to be kind and passionate and just a true family man who cares about his wife. You're the perfect husband." Liam's expression turned emotional. "You really feel that way?" He dropped the cake plate he was holding and looked at her. Ava nodded seriously. Liam grinned brightly. "Why don't we just scrap this whole agreement?" Ava looked confused. "What agreement?" Liam's eyes lit up. "The marriage agreement. Let's not get divorced. Let's stay together for a lifetime." Ava's eyes widened. Her voice was soft. "It sounds great, Liam, but we only just met each other." Liam's grin didn't fade. "Yeah, but true love can grow over time. Back in the old days, people got married first, and then they fell in love. Let's give it a shot." The room went quiet, just the soft buzz of the flowers in the background. Then Ava smiled slowly. "Well, it might not be the worst idea." Liam looked thrilled. "Great! That settles it." Ava grinned, a playful sparkle in her eye. "You have a little bit of frosting on your…" Liam tried to point out the spot on her face. Ava giggled. "It's ah…" Before he could finish his sentence, Liam leaned closer and kissed her gently. They stayed like that for a moment, lost in each other. When they finally pulled apart, Liam's voice was low and husky. "Delicious." Still holding Ava's necklace, he leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper and full of passion. As they kissed, they fell back onto the bed, tangled up together. Liam looked down at Ava, his eyes full of emotion. "I think we should make up for lost times," he whispered. Ava hesitated, her eyes wide. "Isn't it too soon?" Liam gave her a soft smile. "Don't worry, practice makes perfect." He gently ran his fingers along her shoulder, making her shiver. Then he leaned in again, kissing her deeply. As the kiss went on, they sank into the bed together, wrapped up in the moment.The next morning came with a heavy silence. The streets outside the Hamilton mansion were still, and the sunlight broke through the windows like a quiet blessing. Inside the house, there was a calmness, a strange peace that hadn’t been felt in years. After everything, the fights, the pain, the losses, it almost felt unreal.Meanwhile, at the police headquarters, Noah Smith sat in a holding cell. His wrists were cuffed tightly, red from the steel digging into his skin. He didn’t speak. He didn’t ask for a lawyer. He just sat there, still as stone, eyes fixed on the white wall in front of him. His hair was disheveled, his face pale, and the burns on the side of his neck and hand were bandaged, but they stung with every breath.The officers didn’t look at him with pity. They looked at him like a ghost finally caught. Some even whispered that this man had cheated death, burned in an explosion, vanished for years, and returned wearing another face. Now, he was just a man: broken, exhausted
The rain had just stopped, leaving the driveway of the Hamilton mansion soaked in tiny silver puddles. Inside the study, Ava stood by the window, her eyes lost in the distance while her mind reeled with questions.Something wasn’t right.Jim was getting too close.Too comfortable.And his presence around Michael… it wasn’t just odd anymore, it was hauntingly familiar.“I’m done pretending,” Ava muttered under her breath.Liam walked in with slow steps, fully recovered and strong enough now to stand behind her and wrap an arm around her waist.“You feel it too, don’t you?” he whispered.Ava nodded. “Yes. It’s him, Liam. It’s Noah.”Liam’s eyes darkened.Just then, the door creaked open.James.He had been released from jail just a day ago after Ava demanded a full reinvestigation.His face was rough with stubble, his eyes sharp and ready.“I made a few calls,” James said, entering. “Checked every profile linked to Jim Hawkins. There’s nothing, no hospital record, no family, no trace of
The sun was barely up, casting a pale orange hue over the glassy roof of the central city hospital. The smell of disinfectant floated through the air as Ava and Mia walked through the entrance, heading straight to the records unit. Ava clutched the envelope from Jim, those strange messages that hinted at betrayal from James and the doctor. Her mind had barely rested since she read them. “I don’t want to believe this,” she murmured to Mia. “But if there’s even a little truth in it…” “We need to confirm,” Mia replied. “If it’s fake, then we’ll confront Jim. If it’s real, we’ll decide what to do next.” Just then, Jim pulled up in a cab across the street. He sat still for a moment, watching them disappear into the hospital building before stepping out and crossing the road. He moved fast, quietly following them inside like a shadow. Inside the Records Office The doctor on duty, Dr. Cole, a stern older man with grey brows and a calm voice looked at the printed messages Ava had
It was a calm afternoon. The sun was bright, the sky clear, and everything in the Hamilton estate felt unusually peaceful.Too peaceful.Ava sat on the balcony with baby Hope nestled in her arms. Her smile was soft, but her eyes were distant, like someone searching through shadows in her mind. Ever since Mrs. Hamilton’s sudden death, the house felt colder, even with sunlight pouring in.Downstairs, Liam was in the study, going through some architectural plans with Jim Hawkins, who now seemed more like a brother than a neighbor.“I really appreciate everything you’ve done, Jim,” Liam said, pouring them both a drink. “You’ve helped this family more than some of the people who’ve worked for us for years.”Jim gave a soft, humble laugh. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m just lucky to be trusted.”That word "trusted" sat in the air like a seed.And it was already beginning to grow.Later That Evening…James walked into the Hamilton mansion, dressed in his usual black suit, files tucked unde
It was a warm Saturday afternoon. The Hamilton mansion was quiet. Birds chirped outside the window, and the smell of fresh roses drifted in from the garden. Mrs. Hamilton sat on the veranda, dressed in a long, cream-colored gown, sipping her favorite tea: green jasmine, lightly sweetened with honey.She turned her gaze toward the horizon. So much had changed in two years, Ava had given birth to another child, Liam had recovered, but their son… still missing.Her heart ached, but she stayed strong. For the family.Just then, her phone buzzed.Unknown Number.She hesitated, then answered. “Hello?”A smooth voice came through. “Good afternoon, ma’am. This is Mr. Hawkins. Jim Hawkins. I recently started working with Warner Architect… thanks to your daughter-in-law.”Mrs. Hamilton smiled softly. “Ah yes, Jim. Ava mentioned you. Polite young man. What can I do for you?”“I hope it’s not too forward,” Jim replied, “but I’ve been working on a concept that I think fits perfectly with your late
Ava sat at the edge of the bed, phone in hand, her thumb hovering over the dial button. She stared out the window, where the sky was slowly turning orange with sunset. For some reason, her heart beat faster than usual.Still, she pressed the button and called.After a few rings, the line picked up.“Hello?” Jim’s voice came through, calm and low.“Hey… it’s Ava,” she said softly.“Oh, hi,” he responded quickly, but politely.“I spoke with my husband, and there’s a job opening at Warner Architect. Just a small role to start with. Kind of like an intern-slash-site-assistant. You’d be helping on real projects, though.”There was a small pause before he replied, “Wow. That’s... that’s amazing. Thank you.”“You’re welcome,” she said, managing a little smile. “You start next Monday. Liam says you should come by the firm at 9 a.m. He’ll personally meet you.”Jim cleared his throat. “I’ll be there. I promise. Really grateful for this, Ava.”“No problem,” she said, though her fingers were slig