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Regina's POV I was sitting in my office, focused on the papers in front of me when Alice knocked on the door. "Ma'am, someone is looking for you downstairs," she said, her voice soft.I didn't think much of it, assuming it was probably a delivery person. I got up from my chair and made my way downstairs, wondering who it could be.But the moment I saw Daniel standing in my foyer, I froze. My lips parted to speak, but no words came forth. I was shocked, panicked even. How did he find me? I had made sure to keep every piece of information concerning me a secret. I had covered my tracks so carefully, so how did he manage to track me down?Daniel walked towards me, his pace slow and deliberate. He smiled, looking around casually, taking in the decor of my home. "This place is nice," he commented, his voice smooth.I still couldn't speak, my mind racing with questions and fears. Daniel's eyes locked onto mine, and he asked, "How are you doing, Regina?"I tried to respond, but my voice cau

Daniela POV Standing under the rain, the cold droplets soaking through my clothes and chilling me to the bone. I was confused, helpless, and lost, with no idea how to process the turmoil of emotions swirling inside me.I knew Regina could see me, wherever she was. To anyone else, this moment might seem like my most vulnerable and depressing, but the truth was, my lowest point had been when I arrived home to find Regina missing. I had almost lost my mind, consumed by the thought of losing her again after finally having her back.But right now, I didn't want Regina to feel pity for me. No, I was standing under the rain because I hoped it could wash away the emotional turmoil that had been building up inside me. Every so often I hated myself for not being able to protect her, for not being able to keep her safe.And then there was the revelation that had left me reeling - Regina had a child for me. The thought sent my mind spinning, and I felt like I was going crazy. I had so many quest

Regina's POV I stared at the phone in shock, my mind reeling with confusion. Vivian's words echoed in my ears, her threat to stay away from Daniel ringing out like a warning bell. But why? I thought back to the reason I had left the country in the first place. Wasn't it to avoid Daniel's potential custody battle over our child?I had known that if Daniel found out about the child, he would stop at nothing to claim custody. And I knew I would lose. The thought of it had been too terrifying to contemplate, so I had packed up my life and left, determined to protect my child from Daniel's influence.But now, Vivian was threatening me, telling me to stay away from Daniel. It didn't make sense. Unless... unless Vivian knew something I didn't. Unless there was more to Daniel's story than I had realized.What was going on? And why was Vivian so determined to keep me away from Daniel?I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. Her tone was laced with a hint of desperation, and h

Daniel's POV I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. I was in a hospital room, and my mother was sitting beside me, her head resting on the bed. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was midnight. I gently tapped my mother's hand to wake her up.She stirred, opening her eyes and looking at me with a warm smile. “Hey, sweetie, how are you feeling?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.“I'm fine, Mom,” I replied calmly. “But why are you still here? You should have gone home hours ago.”Her expression turned determined. “I couldn't leave you alone in the hospital, Daniel,” she said. “You're my son, and I need to make sure you're okay.”I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards my mother. But I also knew that she couldn't stay with me forever. “Mom, it's been a week since the accident,” I said gently. “I'm getting discharged tomorrow, so there's no point in you staying with me tonight. You should go home and get some rest.”She looked at me unce

Rachael's POV"Hey beauty, why are you drinking alone? Huh?" I wrinkled at the smell of alcohol and body sweat coming from the man beside me. He was invading my personal space and his eyes scanning me from head to toe with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He was easy to read, and it only made me more disgusted.I pushed the seat back and hurried to stand but my legs wobbled. God, how much did I drink? I lost count while buried in deep thoughts, but I knew I stopped at 8 shots. I glanced at the bartender who appeared to be busy with another customer. She had been serving me drinks without delay, but I felt like cursing at her, even though she was just doing her job. I never knew I had high tolerance for alcohol until now but that didn't mean I could tell how many eyes this man had. I could see four sets of eyes staring at me with a scowl on his face. He lifted his hand to touch me... Wait, how many hands were supposed to be on his right side? It didn't matter. I knew it was the wor