Semua Bab SERAH'S PAIN: Bab 111 - Bab 116

Serah's POV.Brian's presence makes me so angry and shaken. I know he will keep his promise of taking Gael away from me. I don't know what I will do if that happens. I will be so heartbroken.“That will not happen, my love. We will protect Gael. Brian will never succeed in taking Gael from us.” Raphael says.His presence always makes me so confident. “Please don't ever leave me, my love. I will die for sure.” I say to Raphael.“My love. Please stop saying that. I am not going anywhere. Please dry your tears. There is a party going on inside. Let's pretend that this never happened.” Raphael says as he wipes away my tears. He was truly heaven sent.* * * * * * * * * *After a month.“My love, the breakfast is getting cold. What, are you not coming out of the room?"I say while placing the plates on the table. In this one month, my family has been the happiest. We spent most of the time in the house just having fun. I now feel so complete and happy. My son Gael has completely recovere

Serah's POV I couldn’t believe how late I had gotten out of work today. My body was aching, and my mind was a mess of guilt and panic. I hadn’t even gotten the chance to call Brandon and ask him to pick up Gael from school like I usually would. Everything had been too hectic, and now I feared the consequences. It was already pushing past 6 PM when I finally clocked out. I rushed out of the office and into a cab, praying that Gael was still at school, waiting patiently like the good boy he was. He must’ve been so tired by now, school had ended nearly three hours ago. I kept staring out the cab window, every turn and stop making my chest tighten. I hoped and prayed that he was okay. That he wasn’t scared or crying somewhere alone. When I finally arrived at Gael’s school, the place was deserted. The compound was eerily quiet, not a single child in sight, not even a teacher or cleaner. My heart skipped a beat. My throat tightened. Panic began to take root in my chest. I didn’t see Gael

Raphael's POV After Some Weeks “Welcome home, my dear,” my mother says warmly, her eyes lighting up as she pulls me in for a gentle embrace. I smile weakly. It has been a difficult few weeks spent recovering in the hospital after the brutal attack by Brian. The blow he landed had me unconscious for days and left me with deep bruises and a fractured rib. But thanks to Serah, who never left my side, not even for a moment, I had found the strength to heal. “Thank you, mother,” I respond softly. Serah stands right beside me, her fingers intertwined with mine. Her presence has been my comfort and strength throughout this entire ordeal. I truly don’t know what I would have done without her. Brian, after all the chaos, was finally arrested and sentenced to twenty years in prison for attempted murder and kidnapping. Deep down, a small part of me feels sorry for him. He acted out of desperation and pain, pain for a son he once denied. It’s tragic, really. Now, he won’t even get to see his