MasukLucas sent Maya a message about the family gathering the next evening. He asked her to inform Damein to bring his parents and for Maya to bring hers.The next evening, Damein's parents arrived at the gathering first. Sophie had dressed in her finest blue-fitting gown, ready to make an impression and take control of the situation. The garden was decorated beautifully with a long dining table lined with flowers and an array of dishes and drinks.The Thoreau family was already seated when Maya, Damein, Layrus, and her parents arrived. Margaret Thoreau spoke first. "Welcome, everyone. I have called you here because I do not like how the situation is going. I am saying this for you all. Lucas and Sophie are not getting a divorce."Sophie smiled broadly, pleased that her plan seemed to be in motion. Maya, however, looked downcast.Margaret continued, her gaze turning toward Maya. "The responsibility of taking care of Layrus will always stand. Since you are married, Maya, can you not give L
The morning air in London was crisp, but inside the Thoreau townhouse, the tension was suffocating. Lucas’s parents had finally arrived, and Sophie’s excitement was palpable, though masked with delicate tears. She had rehearsed this moment countless times ,Maya would soon be out of the picture, and now her plan seemed unstoppable.Margaret Thoreau’s sharp heels clicked against the marble floor as she stepped into the grand foyer. Her eyes swept across the room, taking in the faces of Sophie, Lucas, and Henri, her husband. Sophie ran forward with exaggerated distress, throwing herself slightly into Margaret’s arms.“Margaret! You don’t understand. I’ve been so lonely since moving back to London,” Sophie began, her voice trembling with controlled hysteria. “Lucas… he hasn’t cared. Not when I was pregnant, not when I needed him, not even after… everything!”Tears streamed down Sophie’s cheeks, perfectly timed. “And then Maya… she pushed me! I lost the baby because of her! Can you believe
The morning sunlight filtered through the city , this was the moment for maya to choose where she was actually headed after being discharged. Maya stood outside, her bag clutched tightly in one hand, taking deep, steady breaths. Her chest felt heavy, but her mind was clear. She had made a choice, a choice she knew was right, even if it hurt. Lucas's sleek black car was parked a few feet away, engine off, his figure standing rigid beside it. He looked at her with a mixture of concern and quiet anger, the sunlight catching the sharp lines of his jaw. Every part of him seemed tense, waiting, but he didn't speak. "Maya... are you sure about this?" His voice was low, strained, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile moment between them. She turned to him, keeping her eyes steady, though her heart thudded painfully in her chest. "Lucas... I am still married. I can't just ignore that. Being away from my husband, even after everything... it doesn't feel right. My parents wouldn'
The hospital room was silent, the faint hum of machines and the soft beeping of monitors the only sounds breaking the stillness. Maya stirred in her bed, eyelids fluttering open, and immediately realised how sore and drained she felt. Her entire body ached, but her mind was sharp, unusually sharp, as if the fog that had clouded her memory was lifting.It was 3 a.m.. The moonlight streamed through the half-open blinds, casting silver streaks across the sterile white walls. Sitting in the chair beside her bed was Lucas, his head bowed, fingers intertwined with hers. The sight made her chest tighten in a mix of familiarity and something she hadn't realised she had missed a longing, a warmth she thought she might never feel again."Lucas..." she whispered, her voice hoarse from the long night.Lucas lifted his head immediately, eyes wide with both relief and caution. Maya..." he breathed, leaning in to pull her into a gentle hug. But the moment, tender as it was, was heavy with unspoken
Days passed quietly inside the penthouse in London.For Maya, those days felt strangely peaceful and confusing at the same time. The enormous glass windows overlooking the city skyline had begun to feel familiar. The soft hum of life inside the penthouse, the gentle voices of the servants, and Layrus's constant laughter slowly created a calm rhythm in her days.But deep inside Maya's mind, something was unsettled.She could feel it.There were pieces of her life missing, like pages torn out of a book. Every now and then a strange headache would creep in, bringing flashes of images she couldn't fully understand.A loud sound.A dark cliff.Someone is shouting her name.Each time it happened, the memory vanished before she could catch it.Lucas tried his best not to pressure her. He kept his distance, giving her space, but he was always nearby. Sometimes she caught him watching Layrus play, his expression soft and thoughtful.The sight always left Maya feeling confused.Why did he look
The servant led Maya through the quiet hallway of the penthouse. Soft lights glowed along the walls, and the dark night of London shimmered beyond the tall glass windows.Even though she had only arrived a short while ago, the place already felt strangely calm to her.She couldn't explain it.It was as if some part of her mind already knew this place.The servant stopped in front of the dining area."Dinner is ready, madam," she said politely.Maya nodded and stepped inside.The dining space overlooked the entire skyline. The table was long, elegant, and set perfectly with silver cutlery and crystal glasses.At the far end of the table sat Lucas.He was focused on a tablet in front of him, occasionally tapping the screen, clearly working even during dinner. Papers and financial charts were visible beside him.Maya stood there quietly for a moment.When Lucas looked up and noticed her, his serious expression softened slightly."You're here," he said calmly.Maya nodded."Yes."Lucas pl







