تسجيل الدخولMarch 19, 2026.
“Could it be that they have finally accepted me?” Gwen thought. Brian was behind the wheel. He turned to Gwen and answered, “Maybe they have accepted my decision.” Out of nowhere, he glanced at the backseat. He frowned, asking their son, “Ben, are you alright? You have been silent lately.” Benson just nodded and said, “I’d like to go to Grandma. Can I stay there longer?” He hugged his knees like a fragile boy. “Actually, your grandma and grandpa did ask for you to stay with them for a while. So, you are staying with them longer,” Brian answered. Gwen saw the relief in Benson’s eyes, and she knew exactly why. It actually hurt Gwen, but to her, she was just disciplining her child. She knew Benson would eventually understand her ways. She was different from Noelle. Noelle was weak. She, on the other hand, knew how to be efficient. To distract Brian from Ben’s reaction, Gwen smiled at her son. “Did you hear that, Ben? It’s great! You are going to spend time with your
Judgment Begins. “Mom, Dad, what if I told you this is beyond divorce?” Noelle began. “What if I told you Gwen did terrible things to me, and Brian let it happen?” “What if Brian committed a crime—a crime that he cannot simply erase?” Noelle expounded. “Would you hate me for fighting for my rights?” Edward clarified, “This isn’t just about Brian’s affair?” Noelle shook her head. “I’m afraid not. It goes deeper than that. It’s something unforgivable.” She studied them carefully and added, "You won't be able to stop what's coming for Brian." They had already settled into their seats. Given the idea, Margaret cried some more. She covered her face with her hands and said, “Brian, what did you do? How could this happen? Where did we go wrong?” “But we could not bring ourselves to like Gwen. How could we? She knew Brian was already in a relationship. That alone says much about her character!” Margaret explained her side. “And it was Brian who offered to marry Noelle,” Edward reminde
A Taste Of Something Better. “Wow, Mom, Dad? This is really delicious. It’s different from the pizzas I have ever tried!" Theo exclaimed. He kept eating and eating, his eyes gleaming. “Back at the orphanage, we’ve only tried Slice District and Crust and Crown.” Silas frowned, hearing that. Slice District and Crust and Crown were low cost pizza brands. They were good, but such brands often used highly processed cheese and canned tomato sauces. He was about to educate his son when Noelle beat him to it. "This is a better pizza!" Noelle shared. "The restaurant uses real, juicy tomatoes squished by hand to make the sauce. Instead of processed cheese, they use real mozzarella, which is extra stretchy and tastes like fresh milk. To finish it off, they add a tiny bit of healthy olive oil to make everything taste amazing and help you grow strong!" Theo nodded before taking another bite. “That sounds amazing.” Both Silas and Noelle laughed. Silas ruffled Theo’s hair and sai
Not Your Mother. “Mom, who is he?” Theo asked, pointing at Benson. Noelle turned to her son and cupped his cheek. Softly, she answered, “No one important.” She glanced at Milo, instructing him, “Take him.” After Milo took Theo’s hand, Noelle said to her son, “I’ll be with you in a minute, honey.
“I will,” Silas swore. "We both will." Silas got up to make a few phone calls. Ricardo Silva already had a sworn testimony, which Silas forwarded to the authorities. The signal was probably not good, so he moved further down the hallway. Silas left Noelle with Milo watching her from a distance. Just then, the doctor stepped out of the clinic. Theo followed behind him. “Miss Rowan, the check-up is done,” the doctor said with a smile. “We will be forwarding the results directly to Officer Muller.” “Overall, Theo is in good health,” he continued. “His vitals are stable, his growth is appropriate for his age, and there are no signs of malnutrition or ongoing physical harm.” Noelle smiled at Theo, her hand reaching for him. “There are, however, two minor findings I’d like to point out,” the doctor said, motioning to Theo. “He has two small scars—one on his left forearm, and another just below his right knee.” “Are they… serious?” she asked with concern. The doctor shook his hea
The Collision. Silas’s face turned red. Really red. He coughed into his fist. Then, he cleared his throat and answered, “Yes, it’s a great idea. Not just for Theo, but for both of us.” “Don’t you want to think about it?” Noelle asked. “I have thought about it extensively,” Silas replied. “Getting married is the most reasonable course of action.” “Don’t worry. I will ask my lawyers to expedite your divorce process,” Silas promised. “That way, we can give Theo a complete family.” “Mom, Dad, I’m done,” Theo called from the bathroom. Silas smiled. “We’d better get ready.” Smiling back, Noelle nodded. “Yes.” They all hurriedly got ready. After two hours, they arrived at Rexam Medical Institute, where a doctor fully examined Theo. While waiting for Theo to finish his check-up, Silas and Noelle watched the video Nathaniel had sent them. It was Ricardo Silva’s interrogation. In the video, Ricardo was seated in a chair, his hands bound tightly with rope. He looked worn out and fri
Nathaniel’s Confession.“Tomorrow, Silas and my family will take over the Hartleys’ security,” Serena said to Nathaniel early in the morning. “Alice’s family has already agreed to move with me to Rexam. Kindly help us relay this to Witness Protection.”She spent the night with Alice, while Nathaniel
Alice’s Memory.Four years ago.Alice was barely hanging on. After surviving the fall, she was swept away by the river’s strong current. It was dark. She was bleeding, her head hurt, and she was shivering from the cold.On the riverbank, Alice tried to call for help, but her voice was faint. “Help.
The Little Girl.It was a busy Monday.The moment Serena and Silas arrived in Velmon City, they checked in at the new Astoria Velmon Hotel. While Silas met with the executives at Grand Mercy Hospital, Serena met with the realty company in one of the hotel’s business lounges. There were six in total,
Not Victor’s Daughter.'Our son.'The words flipped a switch inside Nathaniel.His son needed his blood.He didn't have to think it through. Without asking any questions, he walked back inside, grabbed his phone and wallet, and left. He didn’t bother to change. Clad in a plain white shirt and pajam







