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RaQUEL POV Three(3) Months Later We were currently taking our morning walk around the neighborhood, our hands closely intertwined. We kept turning to smile at each other. The silence between us was warm and comfortable. Michael kept offering me water and never ceased to ask if I was okay. It felt really nice, considering how concerned he was about me. We had been intimate everywhere imaginable during my honeymoon trimester, but now the urge to jump his bones was gone. Michael was being considerate and understanding, and we mostly just ended up cuddling most nights. He was still overprotective and always followed me to my prenatal appointments. Nelly hardly came by nowadays, though she called occasionally. She was focusing on Tony now, and as much as I missed her, I couldn't ask for more. "Michael, what are you thinking about?" I asked in concern when I noticed he was distracted. "I'm thinking about how I nearly burned the house down three months ago," he replied, his face crease

FRANK POV I was at the office sealing a construction deal with a client when my phone rang. I checked to see Nelly's name on the screen. I decided to conclude the deal before calling her back. "Frank, Raquel just gave birth to two beautiful babies!" She squealed the moment she picked up. "I'm coming over right away. Is it at her usual hospital?" I asked. "Yes, it is," she replied before ending the call. I headed to the hospital after picking up some provisions for Raquel. I was surprised to see only Nelly beside her when I reached the ward. "Where is everyone?" I asked, placing the provisions on the stand. "Michael went to speak with the doctor and to get a few things for Raquel," Nelly replied. "Frank, thanks for the gifts. That was so thoughtful of you." Raquel smiled. "Anything for you, baby." I winked flirtatiously. "So where are the babies?" Curiosity got the better of me. "The nurses just took them. They want to run checkups," Raquel replied with a yawn. "Do you need

MICHAEL POV We arrived at the construction site about an hour and a half later. The drive had been long, winding through roads I didn't recognize, surrounded by nothing but abandoned buildings and overgrown weeds. I was furious. "Frank, I thought you said it would take only a few minutes?" My voice was sharp with irritation. "Sorry, man, but you wouldn't have come if I had told you the truth." He smirked, not even looking at me. I clenched my jaw. "You think you're smart? So what do you want me to do?" "I want you to look around and tell me your opinion." He gestured vaguely toward the site. I stepped out of the car, and immediately, a chill ran down my spine. The place was eerily quiet. Too quiet. No birds. No wind. Just the crunch of gravel under my feet. The buildings were half-finished, concrete skeletons with dark windows that seemed to stare back at me. Rusted machinery sat abandoned, and the air smelled of dust and decay. "I don't know." I crossed my arms, scanning the a

RAQUEL POVI arrived at Dr. Yeboah's house at midnight. The streets were empty, the silence broken only by the hum of my car engine and the frantic beating of my heart. The house loomed ahead, dark except for a single beam of light spilling from the study window. He was still awake.Thank God.I parked haphazardly, barely bothering to turn off the lights properly. My hands were shaking as I stepped out into the cold night air. The gate was locked. I pounded my fist against the metal, the sound echoing into the darkness."Please! Open up!" My voice cracked.The gateman emerged from his small quarters, rubbing his eyes, clearly disoriented. He squinted at me through the bars."Who are y—" he started.I didn't let him finish. The moment he unlatched the gate, I pushed past him, nearly knocking him off balance. I ran up the driveway, my footsteps loud on the gravel, my breath coming in ragged gasps."Dr. Yeboah!" I screamed, my voice raw. "Dr. Yeboah!"The gateman caught up to me and grab

I couldn't sleep. The clock on the nightstand read 2:47 AM. The house was quiet—too quiet. Nelly had fallen asleep on the armchair in the corner, her phone still clutched in her hand. Tony was stretched out on the floor on a spare mattress, snoring softly. Dr. Yeboah had gone home hours ago, promising to return at dawn with updates. But my mind wouldn't stop racing. Frank. The fragments of his phone call echoed in my head. "She's not going anywhere... we're almost there..." Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that cold flicker in his gaze—the one he had masked so quickly. But then I thought of everything else. Frank had driven through the night to be here. He had brought food and flowers. He had offered to use his connections to help find Michael. He had held my hand and promised me I wouldn't have to face this alone. Maybe I'm imagining things. I was exhausted. Grieving. Terrified. My husband was missing, possibly dead. My babies were sleeping in the next room, unaware that t