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The ward door opened and Serene walked in like she owned the room.Victor looked up from the bed where he and Daniel had been mid-competition over something on the tablet — and his expression shifted immediately from relaxed to guarded.“What are you doing here?”Serene smiled the smile she used when she wanted to appear unbothered. “I went to your house. You weren’t there.” She glanced around the room with theatrical curiosity. “Your neighbour’s maid mentioned you were here — with Elara’s son.” She turned toward Daniel with a softness that didn’t reach her eyes. “Hello there. What’s your name?”Daniel looked at her the way children look at strangers who smile too deliberately. “Daniel,” he said carefully.“Daniel.” She repeated it warmly. Then looked around the room again — at the tablet, at the way Victor was sitting, at the easy familiarity of the scene. “Elara’s son “ “He’s not Elara’s son,” Victor said flatly. “He’s my son.”Serene’s smile stayed in place.But something behind i

He crouched in front of her and looked up. “Can you walk?”Elara tested her weight carefully, one hand on the bedpost. “I think I can manage.”“I could carry you again—”“Victor.” She gave him a look. “You’ve done enough. I’ll walk.”He straightened and said nothing further, just fell into step behind her as she made her way down the stairs — close enough to catch her if she needed it, far enough back to give her the dignity of not needing it.Daniel appeared at the bottom of the stairs the moment he heard them.“Mum.” He rushed forward. “Are you okay?”“I’m fine, baby.” She touched his face. “I’m perfectly fine.”She reached for her bag from the sofa and straightened. “I should head back. It’s getting late.” She opened her arms. “Come give Mum a kiss.”He came to her obediently, kissed her cheek, then stepped back with the ease of a child who knows a goodnight is not a goodbye.She looked at Victor. “Goodnight.”He opened his mouth to reply.And the sky opened.Rain hit the windows a

“What are you talking about?” Serene’s voice came out controlled, but only just. She looked at Victor with the expression of someone who has prepared for many outcomes and is scrambling to locate this one. “She owns a company,” Victor said simply. “That’s what I’m talking about.” He looked at her with the particular calm of a man who has run out of patience so completely that anger is no longer necessary. “Stop sizing people up the moment they walk into a room. It’s not a good look and it’s not okay.” He turned away from Serene. Stepped to Elara’s side. “And she is the mother of my son,” he said, to the room as much as to Serene. Clearly. Without hesitation. “I won’t sit quietly while anyone disrespects her. Not here. Not anywhere.” The room absorbed this in collective silence. Then the murmuring began — low and immediate, the sound of a crowd processing something they hadn’t expected. His son. Mother of his son. Elara stood very still beside him, aware of every eye in the ro

The JourneyVictor was already outside when her front door opened.He was standing by his car in the early morning quiet, hands in his pockets, and when he saw her he raised one hand in a small wave.She waved back. Something small and natural. A smile she hadn’t planned.“How are you?” he asked, as she came down the path.“I’m okay.” She looked at him. “You?”“Good.” He nodded toward the car. “I’ll drive and leave my car at the company lot. We can go from there.”She nodded. “That works.”They moved toward the car.The front door opened again behind them.“Bye, Mum! Bye, Daddy!”Victor turned.Daniel was in the doorway in his pajamas, barefoot on the front step, waving with his entire arm. Victor’s face opened completely — the involuntary brightness that belonged entirely to this child and no one else — and he spread his arms wide.Daniel came at a full run.Victor caught him and swung him once, then held on.“I thought you weren’t well, buddy,” he said into Daniel’s hair. “I didn’t

“We just came to check on you quickly,” Elara said, with the polite firmness of someone who has already decided the shape of the visit. “We need to leave soon.”Hellen’s face fell. “You can’t come all this way and just go like that. It’s not right.” She was already moving toward the kitchen with the purposeful energy of someone who has decided hospitality is non-negotiable. “Let me at least prepare something—”Mark appeared from the back room, taking in the scene with the easy grin of someone who has no particular place to be. “Why are you keeping them outside? Come in, come in — staying out here isn’t right.” He looked at Hellen warmly. “Let them sit properly.”They settled into the small chairs of the sitting room — modest, worn smooth with use, the particular comfort of furniture that has been lived with for a long time. Elara sat across from Victor and told herself the visit would be brief and uneventful.Then the sky made its decision.The clouds had been building without anyone