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What !!

Aria POVI was in the middle of a ridiculous sitcom episode.The kind where nothing made sense but everything was funny. The characters kept making the worst possible decisions with absolute confidence, and somehow that made it funnier. I had laughed so hard I slid off the couch onto the floor, clutching my stomach, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes.For a moment, nothing existed outside that laughter.Then my phone beeped.A sharp, small sound.Reality returning.I stretched blindly across the rug, fingers searching until they touched the screen. I dragged the phone toward me, still smiling, still breathing unevenly from laughter.The smile faded the moment I saw the name.Alex. Hi pretty. Can we meet at the penthouse we met the last time? The words sat on my screen like something alive. My fingers hovered above the keyboard. Typed sure, what time works for you?How are you feeling today? Deleted. Typed again.Okay, how are you doing? Erased. Five minutes pass

Planned?

Aria POV For a moment I thought I misheard him. The words did not make sense. The room felt suddenly too quiet. “I wanted you close by.” The world tilted. “I did it because I needed an heir,” he continued. “I was desperate for one. And I wanted it to be you.” Something inside me went cold. My fingers trembled against the table. “Because I love you,” he said. “I wanted you to be the mother of my child.” Love. He called that love. “I didn’t use protection that night,” he added quietly. “I was intentional.” The air left my lungs. Every memory rearranged itself instantly. Every touch. Every moment of vulnerability. Every time I thought something was real. Planned. Calculated. Engineered. “Strangely, that wasn’t even the night that led to the pregnancy,” he continued. My ears rang. What does that mean? “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you finding out elsewhere.” I leaned back slowly, staring at him. This man. This stranger. This person I once truste

Gifting

Aria POV“Hello?”“Aria?” Her voice softened instantly. “What happened?”And just like that, everything spilled out.I told her about the meeting. The penthouse. His confession. The heir. The manipulation. Every word he said. Every reaction I tried to suppress. The humiliation. The anger. The ache.She listened without interrupting.When I finished, silence hung between us for a moment.Then Tracy inhaled sharply.“My love… I’m so sorry.”Her tone shifted, turning sharp. “That man is absolute scum. Pure scum.”I laughed weakly.She continued, voice rising with protective fury. “And that Ethan and his useless father too. Both of them are walking disasters. Like father, like son. The entire bloodline needs a software update.”A small laugh escaped me despite myself.“Honestly,” she continued, “I don’t know why powerful men think the world is their chessboard. God punish their strategy.”Her anger slowly softened.“Please come over to my state,” she said gently. “You need to leave that c

Weaker

Aria POV “Heyy.” His voice was thin. Weak. Like it had traveled a long distance just to reach me. For a split second something in my chest softened, then hardened immediately. No. Not today. I tightened my grip on the phone. “Alex,” I said, each word sharp, “where the hell is your wife, Evelyn?” Silence. A faint cough crackled through the speaker. “Aria… what’s this about?” His tone carried confusion, but I could hear the caution beneath it. He knew. He knew I was not playing. “Answer the question.” A pause. Then, steady but strained, “I’m coming to your house.” The line went dead. I stared at the screen for a moment before dropping the phone on the table. Speaking face to face would be better. No hiding behind weak voices and half truths. I paced. Back and forth. Across the living room. Past the window. Back again. My mind replayed the footage on the CD over and over. Evelyn’s face. Her calm expression. The way she breathed like nothing tragic had ever happened.

Laptop

Alex POVAfter the penthouse.After the truth.After watching the way her face hardened as the words left my mouth.I sent flowers.White lilies. Clean. Soft. The kind that did not demand attention.I didn’t get any acknowledgment from her, so I started sending various things to her.A wristwatch.Timeless. Elegant. The serpent design I once heard her admire in passing, coiled in gold, delicate yet powerful. Something chosen carefully, not randomly.Rejected.Then bags.Jewelry.Perfumes.Custom pieces.Things people fought to possess.Every single one came back untouched.Boxes sealed.Ribbons still perfect.No words.Just distance.After the fifth return, I stopped.Because I knew her.Aria did not want compensation.My condition worsened quietly.Not dramatically.Not suddenly.Just small betrayals.It began with names.A familiar face without history attached to it.A memory that dissolved mid sentence.A room entered with no reason for being there.Then came the headaches.Not pa

Protect

Alex POV I watched Aria’s fingers tighten. “When she got pregnant,” I continued, “she confessed the child was for another man.” I know I once told aria this but I can’t remember. “I withdrew at first. But she was the woman in my heart. The one I truly loved.” That truth had never changed. “I stayed,” I continued. “I ensured she had the best care.” I remembered everything. Doctors visiting daily. Rebuilding part of the house for her comfort. Specialists, nurses, security. Nights sitting beside her while she slept. Pretending forgiveness was strength. Pretending love was enough. After the birth, she changed. Cold. Distant. Influenced by him. I gave them space. I chose silence over confrontation. I thought time would restore what we had lost. It did not. Years later came the accident. Drugs. Recklessness. Carelessness. He died. She survived. But she never truly returned. “She lost her mind,” I said quietly. “She could not cope with his death.

Odd

Aria POVThe door closed behind him.The quiet that followed felt heavier than the conversation itself.I stood there for a long moment, staring at the space he had occupied, replaying everything he had said, everything he hadn’t said, and everything I had refused to give.I expected him to pressure me until I handed over the sender’s details.But he didn’t.He just… accepted it.That alone unsettled me.I wrapped my arms around myself and slowly sank into the chair, exhaling.Why didn’t I give him the information?It wasn’t like I even knew who the sender was.I didn’t.Not really.Not at all.I justI sighed and rubbed my forehead.I just didn’t want the source exposed.Even though I had no relationship with whoever sent the envelope, something in me resisted handing that power to him. A quiet instinct. A stubborn pull in my chest that refused to cooperate.I couldn’t explain it.I didn’t understand it.I just felt like doing it that way.And that uncertainty bothered me more than t

Care home

Public records gave nothing beyond the surface. I closed one tab.Another.Another.The screen cleared for a brief second, empty and silent, before my fingers moved again.New searches.Different words.Evelyn Bells accident report.Nothing.Evelyn Bells hospital admission records. Nothing significant.I leaned closer to the screen, elbows pressing into the desk, eyes scanning lines of results that all seemed to repeat the same polished version of events.Nothing unusual.Just a story told too cleanly.The fan in my apartment whirred louder, the sound filling the quiet apartment like a restless breath. My eyes burned, but I kept going, adjusting search filters, narrowing dates, widening them again, replacing “death” with “incident,” replacing “accident” with “medical emergency.” Nearly an hour later, I noticed it. A small detail. One article stated death was confirmed immediately at the scene. Another claimed she died hours later at the hospital. A third referenced complic

Confusion

Alex POVTHE MIDNIGHT FOLLOWING AKE’S CALLThe call came close to midnight.I was half lying, half sinking into the couch in my study when my phone vibrated on the table. The screen lit the dark room. My assistant’s name.I answered.He began speaking immediately, voice brisk, efficient, moving through numbers, timelines, projections. Words stacked on top of words.I listened.Or at least I tried to.The sentences reached my ears but refused to settle into meaning. They slid past each other, disconnected sounds dressed as language.“…revised projection… third quarter impact… restructuring proposal…”I blinked slowly.What was he saying?I pressed my fingers against my temple.“Send it to my mail,” I said finally.A pause.Then, “Yes, sir.”The call ended.I stared at the phone for a long moment.The silence in the room thickened.I replayed the conversation in my head. Nothing remained. Not a single point. Just the memory of sound.Strange.Unsettling.I told myself it was the medicat

Legal

Alex POV “This is no longer purely retrograde,” he said carefully.The words settled like a sentence.“Your condition is progressing faster than expected.”I absorbed that quietly.He adjusted my medication, explained possible causes, outlined experimental options, spoke of risks and monitoring.His voice remained steady.Mine remained calm.But something inside me had already begun preparing for the inevitable.That evening, I called my lawyers.Three of them arrived.Confidentiality agreements were signed before they even sat down.Yes, I can’t afford them leaking what I’m about to say to the public.We discussed legal protections.“I called you here for an important reason.”The words came out calm. Too calm for what they carried.They already sensed something was wrong. I could see it in the stillness of their posture. In the way none of them reached for their pens yet.I rested my hands on the table to steady the faint tremor in my fingers.“I want to rewrite a section of my wil

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