Se connecterMARY'S POV:A sudden, loud noise boomed out from the main hallway.The heavy sound of security personnel hitting their plastic shields against the wall echoed down the corridor, drowning out my voice. The hospital security team had finally arrived at the fourth floor, their heavy boots stepping firmly on the floor tiles as they barked out loud orders. Within two minutes, the guards began grabbing people by their arms and clearing the room. The blue-haired teenager was pulled backward out the door while still yelling at his phone screen, and the rest of the crowd was pushed out right behind him, their camera lights flickering until the door was cleared.In the rush to empty the space, several glass flower vases and paper food containers sitting on the side tables were knocked onto the floor. Water splashed across the clean tiles, mixing with crushed flower petals and broken glass. A big bundle of red roses sat ruined under a heavy boot print near the wall, and an open lunch box had spi
MARY'S POV:Even with that one phone smashed on the floor, at least five other people were standing near the door streaming the whole thing live. The bright screens kept flashing, the comment sections kept scrolling, and the video of the fight was already saved online forever. The blue-haired teenager did not even care about his broken phone; he simply reached into his back pocket, pulled out a second device, and pointed it right back at the bed with a huge, victorious grin on his face.The room devolved into pure noise and chaos.People began pushing and shoving against one another near the threshold, their voices rising into an overwhelming wall of sound. The young streamer kept trying to push his way closer to the bed, extending his arm like he was holding a weapon. Alistair threw his shoulder forward to block the doorway, using his body to shield Vesper from the lenses. Behind them, Beatrice was yelling at the top of her voice, though her words were lost in the noise. A helpless n
MARY'S POV:The sharp, accusing words lingered heavily in the cold air of the room, leaving a deep and uncomfortable silence in their wake."Wait, is that Vesper? So she never actually got married? She just became someone's mistress and brought his wife right along to the hospital?"The loud question seemed to bounce off the thin walls of the private hospital room, settling over all of us like a heavy blanket. I stood back and watched the immediate reaction spread across every single face in the space. The young man who had blurted it out was practically buzzing with excitement. He had his mobile phone held up high in his right hand, his eyes locked onto Vesper as if he had just stumbled upon a massive pot of gold. Outside in the hallway, the small crowd of onlookers pressed themselves even closer to the open doorway, their personal shame completely forgotten in their rush to see a real scandal unfold.I watched Vesper's face transform in real time.For one short second, her carefully
MARY'S POV:I could see it in the tight set of her jaw and the cold look in her eyes. She saw through every bit of Vesper's little routine, and she was not going to let her spin the story. Beatrice had been around long enough to know when someone was putting on an act, and she was far too smart to be fooled by a woman like Vesper.As I stood there taking in the whole room, I noticed something else.The door to the room had been left cracked open. The hospital walls were thin, and everyone inside had been raising their voices.I could hear soft whispers coming from the hallway outside, the sound of shoes scuffling against the clean floor, and the faint rustle of clothing. People were gathering right outside the door, drawn in by the loud fighting, waiting to get a good look at the drama unfolding in Room 412. I could see dark shadows moving along the strip of light under the door, showing that a small crowd was standing out there.They wanted to see the fight. They wanted to see r
MARY'S POV:"Stop it?" Beatrice shouted back, her voice filling up every corner of the room. Her cheeks were bright red with anger, and her eyes were burning with rage. "You think this is embarrassing for you? When you lied to your wife, when you and your useless deadbeat father treated the woman who supported this whole family like garbage, you did not feel a bit of shame! But now that you are getting caught, suddenly you care about public places?"The words hit him right in the chest like a physical blow. I watched his face turn completely pale, all the remaining color leaving his lips. He looked like he had been slapped across the face with a truth he could not argue against. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again when no words came out."Mother, please list—""Do not you dare call me your mother!" She took a big step toward him, raising the heavy handbag over her shoulder once again. The leather was old and worn, the same brown bag she had carried over her
MARY'S POV:The heavy leather handbag struck Alistair directly across his left shoulder with a deep thwack, making a loud sound that seemed to ring against the hard hospital walls for several seconds. He stumbled back a few quick paces, his arms going wide to catch his balance, his mouth hanging half open in total disbelief. His hand came right up to rub the sore spot on his shoulder where the bag had landed, and his expression quickly changed from complete surprise to something much darker and more angry. The blow had landed hard enough to leave a deep bruise on his skin through his shirt, and I was sure it was going to hurt for days. Beatrice had never been a weak woman, and when she got truly angry about something, she never held back her strength.His short dark hair was messed up from the movement, with a few strands falling across his forehead. He looked completely unraveled, his sharp clothes wrinkled, and the calm control he liked to show the world was suddenly tearing apart
3RD POV:Then a brief moment passed, and his heart beat raced and he randomly sent the picture again to Jacob and asked, “How old do these kids look?” and paced back at forth waiting.Jacob responded tiredly, “Maybe seven or six or ten.” Then he looked at Andrew’s picture noticing the same color o
ELIJAH'S POV:He looked at me for a long moment with those serious eyes that were so much like Hannah's. Then he nodded slowly.I pulled him into a tight hug and kissed the top of his head. "I'm going to bring your mom home. I promise you.""You better," he whispered against my chest.Within minute
HANNAH’S POV: Thankfully. the traffic was merciful that evening. I arrived at Elijah’s office building earlier than expected, the sky painted in soft hues of gold as the sun began to set. I pulled into the parking lot, stepping out with excitement already fluttering in my chest. My phone rang ins
HANNAH'S POV:I sat with that."The name Mirada," Maya said carefully, "is in four languages on the trending lists right now and it's not the brand or the collection but the name itself. Mirada.”The name itself.I pressed the paper a little tighter in my hand."She is everywhere," I said quietly.







