MasukThe lobby of Auralink Systems buzzed with its usual quiet efficiency, but the moment Cassienne Tremont stepped through the revolving doors, something shifted. Conversations paused. And heads turned. The staff members who had been walking quickly through the hall slowed down almost instinctively. Cassienne noticed the attention, but she kept her composure. Her steps were steady, her posture straight, her expression calm. She had chosen a simple but elegant outfit for her return—a cream blouse tucked neatly into a charcoal pencil skirt. Her hair was tied in a smooth ponytail, and her makeup was light, giving her face a natural glow. If anyone expected to see a broken woman returning after days of emotional chaos, they were disappointed. This morning, she looked composed, professional and strong. The receptionist behind the front desk stood up slightly. “Good morning, Ms. Tremont.” Cassienne offered a small polite smile. “Good morning.” As she crossed the lobby, several employees
Cassienne pushed open the door of her apartment slowly. The soft click of the lock behind her echoed gently in the quiet space. For a moment she stood there, just inside the doorway, letting the silence settle around her. It felt strange to be back home. The last few days had been a storm of emotions, fear, anger, heartbreak, and hope all tangled together. The hospital corridors, the machines, the doctors’ voices, and the painful moments with Dreston still lingered in her mind. But here, inside her apartment, everything felt calmer. It is safer and comforting. Cassienne slipped off her heels and placed them neatly by the door. Her shoulders relaxed slightly as she walked further into the living room. The familiar scent of her home welcomed her. It's been a while since she left home. She placed her handbag on the console table and the paper bag from her fruit shopping on the kitchen counter and paused for a moment. Her gaze drifted across the room. Everything looked exactly the s
Tina stood at the far end of the hallway, hidden partly behind the corner wall. She had not intended to listen to the doctor's conversation with Cassienne. At least, that was what she told herself. But when she saw Cassienne speaking with the doctor earlier, she had slowed her steps. Something in Cassienne’s hopeful expression had made Tina uneasy. So she stayed and she listened to every word. Now, as she stood there alone, the doctor’s words replayed in her mind. “If he keeps seeing you… that might help him recover faster.” Her fingers curled slowly into her palms. Recover faster. That was the last thing Tina wanted. Her jaw tightened. For years she had built her place beside Dreston carefully. Every lie, every manipulation, every calculated move had brought her closer to him. Now all of that was at risk. If his memories returned… Everything would collapse. He would remember the confrontation he had with her. He would remember the pen. He would remember the girl he had tr
The hallway outside Dreston’s hospital room felt so quiet and colder than before. Cassienne stood there, trembling slightly, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she were trying to hold her broken pieces together. Her tears had not fully stopped. Aurora and Daisy stood on either side of her, both watching her carefully. Aurora finally reached out and gently held her shoulders. “You need to make yourself strong now, Cass,” she said softly. “You can’t continue like this.” Cassienne wiped at her wet cheeks, but the tears kept forming again. Daisy stepped closer and placed a hand lightly on Cassienne’s stomach. “At least for the sake of the little one growing inside you.” Those words made Cassienne freeze. Her eyes fell to Daisy’s hand. For a moment, silence wrapped around the three women. Cassienne inhaled slowly. Then she straightened her posture. She sniffled, wiping the last of the tears from her face with the back of her hand. “I am strong,” she said quietly
Inside the room, the lighting was soft, dimmed to a gentle amber glow. Dreston’s bed had been adjusted upright so he was sitting comfortably against the pillows. Several monitors still surrounded him, screens displaying steady lines and numbers. The doctor and two nurses stood nearby, reviewing the chart. Cassienne paused near the door. The moment she entered, Dreston’s grey eyes locked onto her. He didn’t look away. Not even for a second. The intensity of his gaze made her heart pound so hard she thought it might bruise her ribs. Cassienne forced herself to stay calm, though her hands trembled at her sides. She first looked toward the doctor. He gave her a reassuring nod. “You may come closer,” he said gently. Cassienne stepped forward slowly. “We seem to be making progress,” the doctor added. Her heart fluttered. Progress? The doctor turned to Dreston. “Mr. Tremont wanted to speak with you.” “Leave us, doctor.” The sudden interruption surprised everyone. The doctor hesi
The private recovery wing had fallen into an uneasy hush after hours of tests, scans, and quiet consultations. The doctor had finally stepped back, satisfied that Cassienne was medically stable enough to be discharged. Her fainting spell had alarmed everyone—especially once the pregnancy was confirmed—but the nurses had insisted on observation until every vital sign was steady. Cassienne, however, had refused to stay a moment longer than necessary. She wanted out. The hospital had become a battlefield of memories and pain. Every beep of a monitor, every sterile scent, every glimpse of white coats reminded her of the night Dreston had been rushed in after the accident, of the cold truth she had learned in the waiting room, of the way her world had cracked open again. She couldn’t breathe here anymore. Aurora and Daisy were already waiting for her in the hallway when she emerged from the examination room. Both women looked drained—the long night had carved shadows beneath their eyes







