The morning was cold and gray, the kind of weather that seemed to mourn alongside the living. A fine mist hung in the air, and the sound of church bells echoed in the distance. June adjusted the little black shawl draped over her shoulders, her baby wrapped warmly in her arms. She had hardly slept all night, the weight of grief pressing against her chest. Today, she was burying her father… and she would stand by his grave no matter what.Her driver pulled up in front of the church, the tall wrought-iron gates already open for mourners. People dressed in black were walking in, their murmured conversations blending with the faint organ music playing from inside.June stepped out, her heels clicking against the wet pavement, her mourning dress fluttering slightly in the breeze. Her heart pounded harder as she approached the church entrance. She was determined—no amount of cold stares or whispered gossip would keep her from saying goodbye to her father.But as she took her first step towa
Xander sat on the cold tiled floor of the now-empty room, his back against the wall, his hands shaking as they held the last picture he took with June. The silence in the house was deafening, broken only by the occasional creak of the furniture and the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen down the hall. The very walls that once echoed with June’s laughter and the baby’s gentle coos now felt hollow, like a tomb that preserved the memory of a life he had destroyed with his own hands.Tears streamed freely down his face, soaking the collar of his shirt, his chest heaving from the weight of his grief. He looked around—the once vibrant home was now stripped of warmth. June’s belongings were gone. The crib in the nursery was empty. The scent of her perfume that used to linger in the air had vanished. Even the soft humming June used to do when putting their baby to sleep was now a haunting silence.He clutched the photo to his chest, whispering brokenly, “What have I done…?”Xander
June stood with trembling hands as the phone dropped from her ear to the floor.Her knees gave out.Her heart felt like it had been stabbed a thousand times over as the voice of the doctor still echoed in her head, “I’m sorry, Ms. Williams… we lost him. It was a heart attack.”She collapsed onto the floor with a scream so guttural, so raw and broken that it could’ve cracked stone. Tears poured freely from her swollen eyes as her fingers dug into the rug beneath her. "No, no, no, no, no, no!" she kept repeating like a prayer gone wrong. "Not my father. Please, God, not my father! Please… he can’t be gone… he just can’t be gone!"She pounded her fists into the floor, knocking over the flower vase on the nearby table. The glass shattered, and so did the remaining fragments of her strength. Her breath came in sharp, painful gasps as she wailed, “Daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I never meant to hurt you… please give me a chance to fix this. Please!”Xander, still standing in the room with
June staggered backwards as the words echoed from the phone “I’m sorry, Miss June… we lost him. Your father didn’t make it. He passed from a heart attack just moments ago.”Her hand trembled violently, and the phone slipped from her grasp, crashing to the floor. The room spun. Her knees gave way, and she sank to the ground, the weight of the moment crushing her chest like a thousand bricks.“No… no… no!” she sobbed, her voice breaking into shattered pieces. “No! This can’t be true. This can’t be real. Daddy! Please no!”Xander stood frozen, horrified by what he just heard, but too cowardly to reach out to her. “June…” he whispered, trying to get closer.But she wasn’t listening. She clutched her chest, wailing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Daddy, I’m sorry! I swear I didn’t know! I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought I was protecting what you built I didn’t know I was handing it over to a traitor. Please, just come back. Just… come back.”Tears streamed down her face as she scre
June stood in the center of their bedroom, her hands trembling, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath she took to stop herself from collapsing. Her eyes were red and puffy from hours of crying, but she had wiped them dry before stepping into the house just so she could look Xander in the eye when she confronted him.He was seated on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his fingers laced together as if in prayer. His head shot up the moment she stepped in. Relief momentarily flashed across his face, but it disappeared the second he saw the cold fury and heartbreak in her eyes.“June…” he whispered, rising to his feet. “Baby, I”She lifted her hand to stop him, her voice cracking with pain. “Don’t you dare call me that.”Xander swallowed hard. “Please, just let me”“How could you?” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “How could you do this to me, Xander?”She took a few steps forward, her eyes filling again with tears. “I trusted you,” she said, hitting hi
June stumbled out of her father’s hospital room in a daze. Her father’s harsh words echoed in her ears like thunder: “Just leave, June. I don’t ever want to see you again.” Her heart was shattered, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. She had come rushing here hoping for comfort, but instead, she was met with rejection… and murmurs. Murmurs she hadn’t been able to ignore any longer.The hallway lights flickered slightly as she found a bench near the waiting area and sat, numb. Her fingers trembled as she pulled out her phone, mind racing with a million thoughts. She opened her browser and searched “Williams Company press conference.” The moment the results popped up, her stomach turned.The headline screamed at her in bold letters:“Lionel Marshall Acquires Williams Corporation – Names Son Damian as New CEO.”Her throat went dry. With shaking hands, she tapped on the first video.There he was Lionel , standing before a row of reporters, flashing his signature smug smile as