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JAMESBut she’s living with Tilda now. She helps take care of her kids.The words hit me like a tidal wave—cold, unrelenting, and merciless. They echoed in my head, reverberating through the hollow that had just formed inside my chest.It felt as though something vital had been ripped from me and replaced with a crushing weight I couldn’t name. My limbs felt foreign—heavy, slow. Walking became a task, like dragging my feet through thick mud with sandbags tied to my ankles.I couldn’t hear, couldn’t focus. My senses dulled, overpowered by the noise inside my mind. All I could do was walk—one leaden foot after another—haunted by those words that shattered everything I’d clung to.“This better not be true,” I groaned, clutching my chest, the pain sharper than I expected. “I waited so long to find her,” I whispered, broken.Anxiety gnawed at my core as I climbed into the car and started the engine. My heartbeat thundered in my ears. Each breath felt thick and strained. The streets blurred

TILDAI was hesitant and refused to take another step. Oscar wasn’t coming, and we weren’t expecting anyone. What if it was James or Kristie who had come for their daughter? I couldn't afford to be discovered.“Come on, Mommy, you shouldn’t keep him waiting for too long. What if he gets tired and leaves?” Diamond applied more force to pulling me.“Diamond, you aren’t even sure if it is him yet,” I replied, resisting her pull.“Let me see who it is first,” Miranda said. “If it’s Mr. Gray, then Mommy can go open the door.”Diamond let go of me. “Okay, be fast, Miranda, will you? My guest shouldn’t be kept waiting for too long.”She brushed out her snow-white dress carefully, making sure every piece was in place.Miranda soon returned after peeking through the peephole. “It’s your colleague from work.”“A colleague?” I gasped.“The lady that was here the other day,” Miranda replied.At once, Diamond’s face shone bright. “Miss Lovett! She’s here for my birthday,” she exclaimed and rushed

KRISTIEI arrived at the house practically exhausted. It was already noon, and I had had nothing to eat.When I entered the sitting room, Mom was with Shantel going over some schoolwork.“You’re back, Mommy,” Shantel exclaimed the moment she noticed me.“Oh, Shantel,” I pulled her closer.“You didn’t come to get me this morning as promised, Mommy,” she said.“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. Something urgent came up,” I replied.“Good morning, Mom,” I greeted.“We’re done now, Shantel. You can take your books upstairs,” Mom discharged Shantel.“Thanks for helping, Grandma. I’ll return my books now,” Shantel replied and gathered her books.Shantel said to me before leaving, “I’ll tell you all about my sleepover when I return, Mom.”“All right, dear. I can’t wait to hear about it,” I replied.“How was the meeting with Sheila, dear?” Mom asked. “I couldn’t wait to hear all about it.”I sighed and plopped into the sofa.“You were gone for too long,” she stated.“I’m so hungry,” I yawned.Mom sto

JAMES“Alright, aunty, thank you,” Kristie said with a wry smile, her tears suddenly dried up.I hissed. “Is that it?” I asked her, my irritation apparent.She had called Lady Sheila Belmont, hoping she would come to her rescue. I had heard about them—how Sheila was trying to get Monsieur King to approve of her for Oscar.However, I never took the rumor seriously. Not that I didn’t believe it, but because I thought I understood the reason behind Kristie’s actions—or I only thought I did.She was trying to get us out of this dire situation, but with the way things were playing out, I doubted if that was her sole motive. Surely, there was more than met the eye in this situation.“I will get our things now,” I said to Oliver.Kristie could continue fooling herself, holding on to the strange belief that some knight in shining armor would appear out of the blue. This was the end of the road. Lady Sheila Belmont wouldn’t do anything to save her. I would get our things and take my daughter o

KRISTIEMy heart raced as I awaited Mom’s response. Why wouldn’t she want us in the house, especially now that we had nowhere to go? Why was she turning her back on us now?“Are you there, Kristie?” her voice came, hesitant.“Speak, Mommy,” I replied calmly.“Oh honey, I was going to call you too,” she cried.Tears?What right does she have to cry?She was part of this. No, she was the mastermind. Her insatiable greed led us to doom, and now she couldn’t just turn her back on us. She had no right to try to emotionally blackmail me.“Kristie,” she called again.I remained silent. She cannot continue to trick me, not this time again. I will go to the house, and she can't stop me.I turned to James. “Get a moving van, James. We’ll go to Whalelane Quarters.”“No, you can't, Kristie,” Mom exclaimed, then quietly asked, “Why do you need a moving van?”I sighed. “I can't keep waiting, Mom.”“Oh, Kristie dear,” she sobbed. “We’ve just been evicted from the house and were hoping to stay with y