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Emma's Point Of View "So Princess, who told you that babies are bought?" I asked as we drove. I briefly glanced at her through the rear mirror, to see her playing with her stuffed rabbit which was always in my car. "In a book mummy, we read it that beanies are bought in a baby store" she says innocently not taking her eyes off the teddy for a secondI chuckled and continued driving, Adrian’s return into our lives may have been an unexpected event but it sure made me see life in a new phase. "Who knows how his mother is faring?" I thought quietly as my mind reeled into the events of these last few months. She may have acted like a self-centered witch but she is still Adrian's mother, I know what it means to lose a family member, she may not be dead but her absence would definitely take a toll on AdrianThe rest of the drive was familiar blur if thoughts, when we finally arrived at the school gate, I got out and helped Lily out of the back seat“Hey baby, be good at school okay?” I

Emma’s Point of ViewThe soft morning light filtered through the hospital blinds, painting pale stripes across the room. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor had become strangely comforting over the past few days. Sitting between Adrian and Lily felt like breathing for the first time in weeks. The worst was finally behind us.Its been a week and Lily still lay on her hospital bed, her tiny hands gripping a plush bunny, but her color was beginning to return, cheeks flushed with life again. Adrian, on the bed next to hers, looked healthier too.. though the IV on his arm and the sore back he has reminded me of what he gave up for our daughter.“Good morning, Mr. Steele,” Dr. Frederick’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he stepped in, clipboard in hand.Adrian sat up straighter, despite the stiffness in his movements. “Doc,” he greeted with a half-smile.The doctor made his rounds quickly, checking Lily’s vitals first. “She’s responding remarkably well. The traces of leukemia are

Adrian’s Point Of View~~ Flashback ~~The soft hum of chatter filled the cozy café, blending with the clink of cups and the hiss of the espresso machine. I pushed the door open, the bell above jingling as I walked inside. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on herCelia had tucked herself away in a quiet corner, her fingers nervously playing with the handle of her cup.She looked up the moment she noticed me and offered a faint smile. “You came.”I pulled the chair out and sat across from her, my expression guarded. “What do you want, Celia?”Her smile faltered, her hands tightening around the coffee cup. “Adrian… can we not do this any longer?” She reached across the table, trying to touch my hand, but I pulled back instinctively.Her shoulders sagged, but she pressed on, her voice cracking slightly. “Why do you hate me so much? We used to be close. We dated, remember? Why is it so hard for you to forgive me for that night?”I inhaled deeply, weighing my words before I spoke.

Emma’s Point of View The first thing I registered was the cold. The kind that seeped into my bones, numbing every inch of my skin. My body ached as I stirred, my head throbbing with the weight of unconsciousness. I blinked, my vision adjusting to the dim light above me. It flickered weakly, casting eerie shadows across the warehouse’s bare concrete walls. My wedding dress, now wrinkled and slightly torn, clung to my body. I was tied to a chair, my wrists burning from the rough ropes biting into my skin.A slow, creeping dread settled in my chest. Where was I?I tried to shift, but the chair screeched against the concrete floor, the sound echoing in the silence. My breath hitched. Someone would hear me. Or maybe… someone already had.A door creaked open."Who’s there?" My voice was hoarse, desperate. "Please, let me go. I beg you! How much do you want? My husband... he’ll pay you anything! Just name your price! Please..."A figure stepped into the light, the glow illuminating their fa

Emma’s Point Of ViewI had no idea how long I had been here. Days had turned into nights, and the passage of time felt like a cruel trick. The walls of this hellhole had no windows, only a dim bulb that flickered overhead, mocking me.Was Adrian looking for me?Was Lily okay?Just the thought of my little girl crying herself to sleep without me sent a fresh wave of agony through my chest. I clenched my jaw, forcing back the tears. I had to be strong. I had to survive.The door creaked open, breaking my spiraling thoughts. My breath hitched as one of the men walked in, carrying a plate of food. My stomach twisted painfully. It had been almost two days since I had eaten, but I refused to break. I wouldn’t let them win.The man sneered. “Here! You better eat." he he snares then said," My boss is being so generous, letting you even have a meal. If it were up to me, I’d leave you to starve.”I glared at him, my lips pressed into a tight line. My gaze flickered to the plate, I wanted to rej