Fiona’s POV
Something was wrong. I didn’t know what, but I could feel it deep inside me—the kind of feeling only a mother would have when her child was in trouble.I’d been sitting in the living room, phone in hand, trying to reach Phoebe for the past hour. She hadn’t answered any of my calls, and my instincts were screaming at me to keep trying.Stevenson walked in, looking as indifferent as always. We didn’t exchange words; he barely even looked at me. As he headed upstairs, I called Phoebe again, praying she would finally answer. And then, the line connected.“Phoebe?” I asked, relieved at first. But the voice on the other end wasn’t my daughter’s.“Antonio?” I guessed. “Why do you have Phoebe’s phone? Where is she? Where is my daughter?”There was a pause, and then the words that froze my blood: "Phoebe's been in an accident."The phone slipped from my fingers, and I gave a raw, loud and piercing scream. “What! WhatPhoebe’s POV“Phoebe, my daughter, please wake up!”“My sweet child, who did this to you?”“Oh my goodness! Just look at my poor child.”I could hear faint voices around me, but they sounded distant, like I was underwater. Everything around me was pitch black, and I couldn't make out anything as I stared into the empty, dark space.Trying to open my eyes, I felt like something heavy was weighing them down, making it impossible for me to see. I kept trying, hoping to leave the void and dark space.When I finally managed to open my eyes, a bright light hit my face, and I winced, squinting against it.Why was it so bright?The light was too harsh, and it hurt to keep my eyes open, but I slowly forced myself to adjust.In the midst of the confusion, I heard a familiar voice—it sounded like my mother's, or so I thought. It was soft and distant at first, then clearer as my vision slowly returned.As
Antonio’s POVStanding by the doorway, I stared at Phoebe, wondering what exactly she was up to. Her eyes were locked on mine. She looked so calm that I couldn't decipher what was going on in her mind.The silence between us stretched on, thick and tense, but neither of us spoke. I was waiting for her to say something—anything—that would break this atmosphere.Finally, she did."Was it you?" she asked softly. "Were you the one who brought me to the hospital?"I kept my eyes fixed on her, trying to gauge her expression. Slowly, I nodded. "Yes."Phoebe’s lips curled into a faint smile, and she muttered, "Thank you."Thank you? Did she just say ‘thank you’ to me?That was when I knew something was really off. This wasn’t the reaction I had expected. I had expected her to yell, to tell her family I was responsible for the accident. Hell, I wouldn’t have been surprised if she cursed me out right there in front of eve
Andrew's POVI sat across from James in my office, trying to keep my impatience in check as he filled me in on his latest findings. My fingers tapped on the desk while I waited for him to get to the part I actually cared about—the culprit behind the death of the nurse who had attended to Sheila’s mother.“We were so close to catching him,” James continued. “But the guy’s smart. As soon as he noticed we were onto him, he went into hiding.”I felt a flare of frustration but tried to maintain my composure, not wanting to lash out at James. “So, he’s still out there? If he's smart, you should be smarter, James.”James gave a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry, Andrew. Sooner or later, he’ll make a mistake, and when he does, we’ll have him.”I wanted to ask why we had to wait for the culprit to make a mistake. What if he didn’t?But just then, James leaned forward and slid a tablet across the table, tapping on the screen. “Here. This is som
Sheila’s POVI sat on the edge of the bed, still stunned by what I had just overheard on the phone right now.“Andrew, Evelyn’s inside,” I heard a male voice say.Which Evelyn? The Evelyn? But Evelyn was dead. I tried calling Andrew back immediately, but his phone was off. I sat there, staring at the screen for a long time, confused.Maybe I didn’t hear it right, or maybe it was a different Evelyn. Yeah, that must be it. It had to be. After all, different people could bear the same name.I shook my head, trying to clear the thought, and finally waved it off. It was late, and I needed to sleep. I had called Andrew, due to Mom's persuasion, to know if he would be coming back for dinner, but I highly doubted he would be coming back tonight.With that, I turned off my bedside lamp and slipped under the covers to sleep.The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed. After washing my face and mouth, I headed downstairs to grab
Stevenson’s POVWhen I turned around and saw Mia standing there, I froze, my mouth hanging open in shock.She looked beautiful, natural, yet classy. Like one of those supermodel mothers who seemed to be aging backward.One would never have guessed that she had once been my maid some years back. The transformation was astonishing.But how? I didn’t understand. How was she standing right in front of me, looking so beautiful and healthy? I thought she was at the hospital, and the last time I saw her, anyone would have thought she was on her deathbed.Mia met my gaze with an indifferent look, her confidence radiating as she spoke. “I’m here now, so when can I get my necklace back?”I quickly closed my mouth, struggling to regain my composure, my mind racing. “How? How were you able to beat cancer?” I asked, still bewildered.She smiled smugly. “God was very merciful to me and gave me another chance.”It was in
Sheila’s POVI slammed the door shut behind us, dropping my bag on the floor. I took a deep breath, trying to sound cool and composed, but deep down, I wasn’t.“Mom,” I started, my voice shaking despite my efforts to stay calm. “Why did you agree to meet him? After everything he put us through? After everything he put *you* through? Why did you accept to see him and listen to whatever nonsense he has to say?”She didn’t respond right away, her eyes soft but distant. She suddenly looked tired and sat down on the couch.Anna came in and silently went inside with some of the groceries we bought, while the maids used the kitchen door to fetch the rest after sensing the tense atmosphere between me and my mom.When Mom didn’t respond, I went and sat beside her. I took a deep breath and asked her calmly, “Do you still have feelings for him, Mom? Is that why you want to meet him again?”“I don’t have feelings for him, Sheila,” she finall
Stevenson’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my collar as I hummed my favorite song. It had been years since I’d felt like this—excited, almost like a young man preparing for a date.As I smoothed my jacket, I reached for the small velvet box on my dresser. Inside was Mia’s necklace, a piece of jewelry I had kept hidden for years. I thumbed over the intricately crafted pendant, wondering why I had held onto it all this time. It was as if I couldn’t let go of her completely, no matter how much time had passed. The ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I picked it up, seeing Shepherd’s name flash on the screen.“Hey, man. Wanna hang out tonight?” Shepherd’s casual voice rang out.“Sorry, Shepherd. I’ve got plans,” I replied, glancing at the clock. “Can’t make it.”“Plans? You? Since when do you have plans that aren’t about work or whiskey? Well, more of whiskey now,” Shepherd laughed, but I coul
Fiona’s POVI had only come to Stevenson’s room to thank him, to maybe find some common ground again after all we had been through.I hadn’t expected much from him, but after the way he had shown up at the hospital for Phoebe, I thought… maybe there was still a part of him that cared. Maybe, after all this time, we could still salvage what was left of this broken marriage.But then, I overheard him.I had raised my hand to knock when I heard his voice from inside the room. He was on the phone, and his tone was… different. Excited. Eager.“Can’t make it tonight, Shepherd,” he had said. “I’m going out to meet someone… You’ll never guess who. Trust me, you’ll be shocked when I tell you.”His words stopped me in my tracks as different thoughts began to brew in my head.Who was he meeting? And why did he sound so… happy? I felt my heart sink as the realization dawned on me: he was definitely meeting a woman. There was no othe