ログインWindyAfter learning the truth from Tucker and understanding what had happened, I knew this was complicated.He immediately pursued legal action against the person who had drugged him and caused what happened. But even though he had taken those steps, that didn’t mean he was free from the guilt that continued to eat away at him.That was what had caused him to fall into a darkness that made him feel as though he didn’t deserve to exist in this world.Tucker continued mumbling incoherently, but it was obvious that he was blaming himself over and over again. It felt strange to see Tucker refusing to stop blaming himself.As I held him, I felt an incredible amount of pain. I was sure that what he was feeling was even more unbearable.He cried for a long time before eventually falling asleep in my arms. I gazed at his face for quite a while, gently stroking his cheek.“You’ve been through something terrible, Tucker…” The words were difficult for me to get out.I felt guilty too. Then I re
WindyIt had been five days since I last saw Tucker after he sent me a message saying that he needed some time to clear his head.I respected what he had said, even though there was still a heaviness in my chest because I had briefly let my thoughts turn negative. I mean, maybe he had forgotten about me and was only spending his time with Weston. But afterward, I realized how childish I had been acting.If Diana hadn’t come to my store this morning, I wouldn’t have gotten the full story. Yes, I knew that Leah wasn’t Weston’s biological mother. She had only been using that boy to get Tucker and his money.It was obvious from the way Leah treated Weston that she didn’t care about him at all. And the way she kept showing up had been incredibly disturbing.When she sent those packages, she had actually been using them to terrorize me.I was glad that she was finally in prison, awaiting trial. Weston was staying at Tucker’s house, with his mother taking care of him. And if Tucker wanted to
TuckerThis time, I went far away with Weston. We flew for two hours and then drove for another hour before finally arriving at a cemetery on the outskirts of Coral Bay.I tightened my grip on Weston’s hand, then looked at him. He had been smiling the entire time. He walked so enthusiastically, humming a little song as if he knew he was about to meet his mother.Yes, I had searched for information about her burial place and managed to find it. It was located at the very edge of the cemetery, and the place looked terribly neglected.When we reached her grave, I released Weston’s hand. He still looked incredibly excited before crouching down in front of the grave.I took a deep breath first. “Elara, I’m sorry. I didn’t know what happened to you, and I swear it was because of the drugs.”I stared at her grave. There was no answer, but somehow, it still made me feel deeply emotional.“Why did you run away that night? Why didn’t you just come to me?”After asking that, I fell silent for a
TuckerThere were so many things bothering me, but the one question that kept circling in my mind was: how could I have made a mistake like this?My tolerance for alcohol was extremely high. Much higher than Miles’s and that of several other partygoers.That was why, over the past few days, I had been trying to dig deeper into what had happened. Why had I seemed to completely lose control of myself at that party, to the point that I ended up sleeping with Elara?And after several days of investigating, I was now holding the report in my hands.“So I was drugged through my drink, and that caused me to lose control?” I looked again at the man standing in front of me.His expression remained calm and serious. “Yes, sir. Based on the CCTV footage, it appears that someone put drugs into the drink.”He took a step forward and opened another sheet of paper in my hands. “You can see it here. This man was the intended target, but you ended up drinking his beverage instead.”My mouth fell sligh
TuckerThis was what I did. I told Mom that Leah was not Weston’s mother.Mom’s expression immediately turned shocked, and she began to cry. What had happened to Weston was truly heartbreaking.“…Poor thing…”“Mom… Mom… you can’t just ignore him. He has no one.”Mom’s words were sincere. She genuinely felt a blood connection to Weston and cared about him. I couldn’t blame her for that.But my hands clenched tightly. There were so many emotions trapped inside me, and the truth was, I also felt sorry for Weston. If I treated him cruelly, he could end up in an orphanage.No. I didn’t want that. It would only make me feel worse. I would be no different from my father back then. I absolutely didn’t want to be compared to that man.According to the information Fred had given me, even Elara had no family. She had only tried to seek help from her uncle, and in the end, her son was the one who was used…“Mom, he’s going to stay here.” I finally made the decision I had been thinking about all t
Tucker“Tell me what you mean.” I pressed him further, growing increasingly uneasy.Of course, I still couldn’t feel completely at ease after everything I had been through. I was exhausted. I felt guilty, and I wanted to resolve all of these problems as quickly as possible.I had entrusted my case to Miles’s mother, and all I could hope for was a positive outcome.As I listened to the lawyer handling my case explain everything, I finally felt a small sense of relief.Leah was the one who had spread those rumors. She was the woman I had left alone in the apartment, yet she continued trying to threaten me. She portrayed herself as a mother who had been separated from her son.But whenever she was alone with Weston, she would yell at him and treat him harshly. She was truly problematic.Then Fred handed me another sheet of paper. “You need to see this.”I immediately looked at the writing on the document in my hand. It was a death report. My brows furrowed even more when I read that the w
SebastianI sit on the sofa that used to be her favorite spot.Funnily enough, over the past few years, this sofa has become my favorite place too. Whenever I return home, sitting here brings back memories of her over and over again.I still can’t believe how much she lingers in my memory. In a way,
SebastianDamn it, Mother always does whatever she wants. Forcing me again and again to listen to her words.I still believe that what she wants is only to disrupt my time. Even now, when I’m enjoying things my own way, she keeps forcing me to come to the house, saying it’s very important.When I a
Cassandra“I’m entrusting everything to you, Ms. Astor.”We shook hands. For some reason, I felt relieved that the discussion was over.Some time ago, I had told Dylan that I needed to return to Coralven to handle a case here. And just now, I had wrapped up an important discussion with a client, ov
CassandraAfter deciding to divorce Sebastian, I chose to leave the house we had been living in all this time, even though I was the one who spent more time there.The memories of Isabella being there made me grip my suitcase tighter. This is no longer my place… I managed to move out with some dif







