ログインHospitals always smelled the same.Clean. Cold. Unforgiving.I sat beside Freddo's bed, watching his chest rise and fall slowly. The steady beeping of the monitor beside him filled the quiet room. Every sound made my heart jump.He looked so small.Too small.I reached for his hand and held it gently."Mom…""I'm here," I whispered softly.His eyes fluttered open."Where's Jason?"My heart softened slightly."He stepped out. He'll be back."He nodded slowly, but I saw the disappointment in his eyes."I like him," he murmured."I know," I replied softly."He makes me feel safe."My chest tightened.I brushed his hair gently."You should rest."He nodded weakly and closed his eyes again.I leaned back in the chair, exhaustion slowly settling into my bones. I hadn't slept properly in hours. My mind kept racing.Jason.Something was wrong.The way he looked at his phone. The way his expression changed. The way he left suddenly.He was hiding something.I tried to push the thought away, bu
I could still hear the doctors word echoing in my head. “Freddo may have a rare blood condition.”Evelyn sat beside me, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at the floor. The fear in her eye had not faded since we heard the news. She looked pale, exhausted and fragile. I hated seeing her like this.The hallway felt too quiet, every passing nurse made my heart jump hoping they were coming with goodnews.Evelyn suddenly spoke.“Jason..”I turned to her.“Yes?”She hesitated before speaking. “ Do you think he'll be okay?” her voice was soft and fragile. I nodded gently, “he will.” I wanted to sound confident, I needed to sound confident, but deep inside, fear was slowly creeping in.She nodded slowly, I knew she wasn't convinced.Silence fell again, then my phone rang of a notification. My chest tightened immediately. I pulled it out slowly. The DNA result. My heart pounded. I opened it. Probability of paternity: 0%. I stared at the screen. My mind went blank. This didn't make se
The hospital felt too cold.I sat quietly, my fingers tightly wrapped together. Jason sat beside me, silent, but I could feel the tension around him. Neither of us spoke. The silence between us felt heavy, filled with fear and uncertainty.Freddo was still inside.They had taken him for more tests.Every second felt like a year.I couldn't stop thinking about the way he fell. The way his small body lay on the floor. The way his voice sounded weak when he called me.My chest tightened again."He's going to be fine," Jason said softly.I nodded, but my heart refused to calm down.I looked at him.He looked worried.Really worried.That surprised me.Jason wasn't someone who showed emotions easily. He always looked calm, composed, distant. But right now, I could see something different in his eyes.Concern.Real concern.For Freddo.My heart softened slightly."Thank you," I whispered.He looked at me."For what?""For being here."His gaze lingered on me for a moment before he looked aw
I did not sleep that night.Not even for a minute.Freddo's small voice kept echoing in my head."Are you my daddy?"I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, my chest tight. I had faced business rivals, boardroom battles, and ruthless negotiations, but nothing had ever shaken me like that small question.Because I did not know the answer.And yet, something inside me already did.I sat up slowly, rubbing my face. Dawn light slipped through the curtains. My head hurt from thinking too much, but my heart refused to calm down.Freddo.The boy looked like me.His eyes.His quiet nature.Even the way he held my hand felt familiar.I stood up and walked toward the window. London was still quiet. The city had not fully woken up yet.But my world already had.I picked up my phone and dialed a number."Good morning, sir," my assistant answered almost immediately."I need you to arrange something for me.""Yes, sir.""I want a private DNA test done. Today."There was a brief pause."Understood, s
London felt different tonight.Colder.Not because of the weather, but because something inside me had shifted.The rain fell quietly outside the taxi window as Freddo leaned against me, his small hand wrapped tightly around mine. The city lights blurred into steaks of gold and white as the cab moved through the streets.My heart still hadn't slowed down.Jason's face kept replaying in my mind.The way his eyes softened when he looked at Freddo.The shock.The regret.The pain.I shut my eyes briefly.No.I refused to let myself think about him.Not now.Not after everything.Freddo squeezed my hand gently.“Mom?”I looked down at him.“Yes baby?”“Was that man… the one from yesterday?”My throat tightened.He remembered.Of course he did.“Yes”, I replied softly.Freddo frowned slightly, his brows knitting together in concentration.“He looked sad.”I blinked.Sad?Of all the things Freddo could have said, I wasn't expecting that.“You think so?” I said gently.Freddo nodded.“He loo
London felt different tonight.Colder.Not because of the weather, but because something inside me had shifted.The rain fell quietly outside the taxi window as Freddo leaned against me, his small hand wrapped tightly around mine. The city lights blurred into steaks of gold and white as the cab moved through the streets.My heart still hadn't slowed down.Jason's face kept replaying in my mind.The way his eyes softened when he looked at Freddo.The shock.The regret.The pain.I shut my eyes briefly.No.I refused to let myself think about him.Not now.Not after everything.Freddo squeezed my hand gently.“Mom?”I looked down at him.“Yes baby?”“Was that man… the one from yesterday?”My throat tightened.He remembered.Of course he did.“Yes”, I replied softly.Freddo frowned slightly, his brows knitting together in concentration.“He looked sad.”I blinked.Sad?Of all the things Freddo could have said, I wasn't expecting that.“You think so?” I said gently.Freddo nodded.“He loo
I didn't even look at him, I couldn't risk it. If I looked at him—really looked at him—I knew I would shatter right there on the stage. The past five years of carefully constructed walls, the fortress I had built around my heart and my son in Manchester, would crumble into dust.The host handed Fre
The elevator doors slid shut with a soft, pneumatic hiss, sealing off the only thing l had desired all my life.I stood there, frozen in the center of my living room, the silence of the penthouse crashing down on me like a physical weight. The air still smelled of her—that faint scent of vanilla an
Jason stood across from me, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with a desperation I had never seen in him before. This wasn't the composed billionaire who had graced the stage an hour ago. This was a man whose carefully constructed reality was cracking."Evelyn," he said, his voice dropping, losing i
This is the exact, terrifying reason why every cell in my body screamed against coming to London.I sat frozen in the plush velvet seat of the auditorium, my breath hitching in a throat that felt like it had been stuffed with cotton. My hands were gripping the armrests so tightly that my knuckles w







