Standing there, with the outside world slowly fading away from her, Sabrina felt an intensity of clarity beyond anything she had ever felt. The dim hum of hospital monitors and the soft glow of lights emanating into her window from the city were all muted by the profound silence of the moment. She clutched Saben close, his small body warm against her chest, soft breaths a reassuring reminder of the life she had made—one that depended entirely upon her.Her heart swelled as she studied his delicate features. His tiny hands curled into fists, his lashes brushing against his rosy cheeks, and the faint hint of a smile that tugged at his lips even in sleep. He was perfect. A pure, untainted blessing born from the chaos of her past. In his innocent face, she saw her strength, her resilience, reflected back at her."I have everything I will ever need, that's you, my baby," she whispered, her voice shaking with a mixture of thankfulness and determination. Pressing her lips to his soft forehea
Her words seemed logical, but only made it worse for Benedict. He closed his eyes, and visions of Sabrina danced through his mind: the way she used to wait for him every night, her hopeful eyes, the quiet strength she had always shown despite his coldness. In fact, he had not only lost Sabrina but driven her away.And the baby," Teresa said quietly, her voice trembling a little. "Can't help but think about Benedict, my grandchild. They must be out there somewhere, growing and living.and I cannot even see them, know them.Her words were like a knife cutting through him. Benedict straightened, his jaw compressing. He didn't even want to admit it, but he had avoided thinking about the child. The possibility of fatherhood was something he'd just settled for another day. Now, seeing that his child was out there, it became an awful emptiness."I never thought I'd say this," Teresa continued, her voice heavy with emotion, "but I'm angry with you, Benedict. Angry that you let this happen. Sab
The weight of his promise settled over him, heavier than the silence that had enveloped his life since Sabrina left. The city below pulsed with life, oblivious to his turmoil, a stark contrast to the emptiness he felt within. He knew that simply finding her wouldn't be enough. He would have to prove to Sabrina that he had changed—not with words, but through his actions.And the hours bled into one another as his mind replayed every moment he'd failed her and every time he'd dismissed her love and every time she waited for him, only to find him indifferent to it all.The regret was suffocating. And it was fuel.He rose from his chair, took up a notepad, and began jotting down ideas-ways to rebuild what he'd broken. He would find Sabrina, but when he did he would not be the man she left behind. He would be the man she and their child deserved.Across the ocean, Sabrina sat in the nursery she set up for Saben, rocking him gently in her arms. Gently lit with the nightlight, the room was w
Three years had gone by since Sabrina left, and Benedict channeled all his energy into his work, determined to rebuild everything he'd lost. His company, which nearly collapsed, was slowly regaining its reputation and steadily climbing back to where it once was. This was a blur of meetings, contracts, and late nights in the office. The work was grueling but kept him focused, drowning out the ache in his chest that had never quite gone away.But no matter how much he repeated to himself that success was enough, it was not. He still woke up in the middle of the night haunted by the memory of Sabrina's face-the look she gave when leaving with their child. His son, Saben—he was turning two now, and Benedict had never been able to hold him, to tell him he loved him or see his first steps. Being without his son was a pain he could not think about too much without going over the edge into despair.His office was now filled with documents, ledgers, and new partnership proposals. His team was w
Clara had closed the door behind her before Benedict stood there transfixed, staring out the window. The city spread beneath him, lights catching like glistening jewels at the possibility that opened before him now. Clara's words struck in his mind like a sharp ragged knife cutting through the noise in his head.He couldn't erase the mistakes of the past. The guilt, the lost opportunities, the broken promises, were part of him now, but they defined who he could still become. And Sabrina - the love, the passion, the child he'd never met - all the memories and feelings she invoked stirred something deep within him.He had been hiding behind his work for years, building walls around himself, convinced that success and money would fill in the hole inside. But Clara made him see reality-nothing could replace what he lost. Nothing could bring him peace but a chance at making things right. His phone was ringing inside his pocket, startling him out of his dreaminess. He pulled it out, his fi
Meanwhile, in the sleek, modern office of BMX Estates, Benedict was lost in mountains of paperwork. The hustle and bustle of the corporate world circled around him, but his mind was not squarely here. His focus, sharp as ever, was split between the financials and the constant stream of meetings, but there was an underlying heaviness in his chest that no business deal could lift.He looked up at the clock, the hands ticking by as he bullied through emails, calls, and strategy plans for the next quarter. His company was thriving again, the damage of old slowly but surely being repaired. Still, no matter how successfully he was rewriting the story of his business again, there was a hole he couldn't ignore.Whenever, his mind seemed to wander back to Sabrina—to the contours of her face, the sound of her laughter, how she had kept him pieced together even when he didn't deserve it. How she had loved him for all his mistakes and flaws. She was everything to him, and now years have come and
Clara sat in the back of the taxi, replaying all the moments from her meeting with Benedict. The sharp, commanding way he carried himself; his very focus on his company and, for one brief flicker of an instant, a subtle sign of emotion when the name Sabrina was broached across his face seemed to set Clara going.Benedict was not the man she had once known in college, that carefree young man with a reputation for being charming and easygoing. No, this Benedict was different. Harder, more guarded, but somehow more compelling. There was something about him now—an intensity in his eyes, a quiet desperation—that piqued her curiosity. And his response when she pressed him about Sabrina. it had been telling.She hadn’t been expecting him to be so dismissive of his past, especially when it came to Sabrina, the woman he had once been so intertwined with. But perhaps that was the difference now—he wasn’t the man who wore his heart on his sleeve. Benedict had clearly changed, hardened by his exp
Clara leaned back slightly in her chair, her heart racing with the excitement of the moment. She had been waiting for this, and now it was finally happening. Benedict was no longer the cold, distant figure she had once admired from afar—he was here, with her, in this quiet moment of possibility. He was beginning to see her, to understand her, and maybe, just maybe, they were starting a new chapter."Yes," she said softly, her voice suffused with curiosity and expectation. "I think we will."There was something about the way Benedict gazed at her then - a mix of curiosity and something else, something stronger. For the first time that day, maybe for the first time in a long while, she didn't feel like a reporter or an opportunist. She felt like a woman, standing before a man who could see her as who she really was. And in that moment he seemed to look away, collect his thoughts, Clara knew the evening had changed. It was no longer that casual business talk, but rather something much, m
Benedict nodded curtly, his jaw tightening. “Make sure she doesn’t. She’s done enough damage.”Sabrina had tucked Saben into bed by now, her heart hurting in how small and fragile he looked. "Mommy's here, sweetie," she said gently, stroking his hair as his eyes closed against her fingers. "You are all right now."Benedict stood in the doorway, silent. He let go of Sabrina, who was rising from where she sat beside the bed, when she entered the hallway.Sabrina met his gaze, tears glistening in her eyes. “I just want this nightmare to be over.”“It will be,” Benedict said firmly, pulling her into his arms. “We’ll make sure of it. Together.”For the first time in years, Sabrina felt herself lean into his arms, finding strength in him. Standing there together for their son was their love, and so that fragile bonding started to heal slowly.Clara slid to stop in an unused park lot along the outskirts of town, her car grinding to an abrupt halt in the quiet darkness. Gaining enough composu
As they led Saben into the dimly lit warehouse, Clara stepped out of the shadows, her face twisted with a mix of triumph and madness.“Welcome, Saben,” she said, her voice dripping with malice. “Your parents will come soon enough. And when they do…” She trailed off, her eyes gleaming with sinister intent.Saben stared up at her, his small face defiant despite his fear. “My mommy and daddy will stop you,” he said bravely.Clara's smile wavered for a moment before it returned. "We shall see about that," she said icily.Scarface crouched in front of him, faking a friendly smile. "Don't worry, kid. This is just a little adventure. You'll see your mommy and daddy soon.""But why can't I go now?" Saben asked, tears brimming in his wide eyes.Scarface sighed, standing and turning to one of his men. "Keep an eye on him," he muttered. "We don't need any complications.Half an hour later.The ride to the warehouse was heavy, filled with unspoken fears and prayers. Benedict's hand lay lightly ove
Benedict heard her cry and turned around to see the scene unfolding. His blood ran cold, and without hesitation, he bolted toward the van."Let him go!" Sabrina shouted, tears falling down her face as she stretched for her son.Benedict tackled Scarface, throwing a punch that sent the man backward. But the wiry man pushed Saben into the van and jumped in after him. The engine roared to life and sped away leaving Benedict and Sabrina behind, destroyed."No!" Sabrina fell on her knees weeping.Benedict pulled her into his arms, his own face pale with anguish. “We’ll get him back,” he said, his voice trembling but resolute. “I swear, Sabrina, we’ll get our son back.”Please tell me!" she was crying, clutching at Benedict as great sobs shook her. She felt as though some tremendous hammer had hit her on the chest, breathed out her breath, shattered her. "He is only a little boy," she moaned. "What if they harm him? What if—"They won't," Benedict interrupted firmly, though his own voice fa
Clara paced up and down in the faintly lit warehouse, with her heels clicking on cold concrete. The place smelled wet and oily, and an erratic light above cast fearful shadows on the walls.Standing around her were the men she had hired-tough, rough-looking fellows who asked no questions but cared about the money she promised.She stopped, glaring at them with the intensity of a woman scorned. "Do you all understand the plan?" she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding.One of the men nodded, a burly fellow with a scar running down his cheek. "Yeah. We grab the kid during his playtime at the park tomorrow. No witnesses, no mistakes."Clara narrowed her eyes, stepping closer to him. “Good. But let me be very clear—this is not a game. That child is the key to my revenge. Do not fail me.”The man smirked, seemingly unfazed by her threatening tone. “Don’t worry, lady. We’ve done this before.”Clara turned away, her mind racing with thoughts of vengeance. For years, she had been consumed
One evening, when the setting sun painted the sky with soft hues of orange and pink, Benedict realized it was time to do something more to prove himself to Sabrina. Though he had been patient in giving her space, as she needed it, he felt the load of time. He wanted her to know that this was not a joke; he had serious intentions about them-that is, rebuilding their family. He fussed in front of the mirror over the knotting of his tie. Tonight had to be flawless; tonight was only one stop on the journey for that future he was setting to build with her.He took a deep breath and checked his time; his message was sent-simple as could be: "Would you go on a date with me? A real one this time. Just the two of us. I'll take care of everything. Sabrina’s response came a few minutes later: “Okay, Benedict. I’ll be there.” The thrill of anticipation coursed through him. It wasn’t just another dinner or a casual outing. This was his chance to show her that he was committed to more than just bei
"Everyone has a breaking point," she said to herself, a fierce determination in her voice. "And I’ll find theirs. With a steadying breath, she reached for her phone and dialed a number she hadn’t called in years.When someone finally picked up, she spoke in a chilling, calculated tone. "I need your help," she said. "It's personal, and I'm willing to pay—no questions asked." Then, there was a silence before the voice responded with, "What are you looking for?" Clara's obsession had finally peaked and had reached its dangerous point where all the calculated moves were going into desperation. She was storming around her apartment, with her anger barely under control. Her fingers tapped out on her phone as she scrolled through contacts with fury. "I need someone ruthless," she whispered to herself, narrowing her eyes at the number. Dialing fast, she tapped her foot impatiently. When the line clicked, a gruff voice answered, "Who is this?""It's Clara Hemp," she said coldly. "I have a job f
That evening, as they went back in the house, Benedict extended his hand toward Sabrina. She was hesitant for that moment, between uncertainty and hope, and then let her fingers intertwine with his. But warmth of his touch sent down shivers on her spine, reviving long buried feelings. The house was silent, the only sounds coming from the refrigerator humming in the kitchen and the gentle patter of Saben playing with his toys in the living room. Benedict looked into Sabrina's eyes; they were filled with warmth. "Thanks for trusting me today," he whispered softly."I know it's not easy."Sabrina sat there in silence, feeling the full weight of his words. She just looked at their joined hands and felt this nostalgic feeling. She was reminiscing about the early days when they were together and their relationship so carefree and easygoing. It included all of the laughter and whispering promises but how he looked at her as if she was the world. "Benedict," she started, her voice breaking."I
But even as regret flickered in her heart, Clara's pride refused to let her admit defeat. Every failure only fueled her desperation, and her obsession with Benedict and Sabrina grew darker. If she couldn't have Benedict, then she would ensure he couldn't be happy with Sabrina. She planned something ugly in her mind to spoil the fragile peace. Her hatred was a clouding judgment that she convinced herself that she had nothing left to lose.Sabrina and Saben became the obstacles on her path to vengeance, and she intended to remove them. Week after week passed since Clara stalked Sabrina, Benedict, and Saben, watching their daily habits through school drop-offs, a family outing, seeing him chuckle with Saben and hold Sabrina's hand. The sight alone inflamed her blood with those moments. It wasn't envy; it was something within herself-a sore that she could never seem to let heal. One evening, Clara sat in her dimly lit apartment, pouring over photos she had secretly taken. Images of the ha
As Clara stormed out, defeated, Sabrina turned to Benedict. She saw, for the first time, not the man who had hurt her but the man who had grown-a man who was willing to fight, to change, and to put his family above everything else. His transformation was undeniable, and in his eyes, she saw sincerity and regret mingled with hope. For a moment, the weight of their shared past pressed down on her chest, but alongside it came a newfound lightness. She didn't fully trust him yet, but she couldn't deny the shift in her heart.The walls she had built so carefully were beginning to crumble—not in an explosion of emotion, but in slow, deliberate cracks that allowed just enough room for forgiveness to seep through. He looked into her, his expression relaxing. "Sabrina," he murmured softly, coming closer. "Thank you for sticking up for me out there. I know that was no easy feat." "Yes,Sabrina." she said in barely audible tones, her voice strained with emotion. "But it wasn't just about you. It