Curious and anxious about what Amy had to tell her, Yvonne stood outside her apartment building, waiting. A dreadful feeling gnawed at her, sensing it was something serious, though she couldn't pinpoint what it might be.Less than 35 minutes later, Mark's car pulled into the visitor parking space in front of the building. Yvonne quickly walked over, a shawl wrapped around her shoulders for warmth. As she approached, the grim expression on Mark's face and the conflicted look on Amy's made Yvonne’s worry intensify.“Come on, let’s go inside,” Yvonne urged. They made their way up to her apartment, where toys were scattered in every corner of the room. The sight warmed Amy’s heart, strengthening her hope that Yvonne would quickly move on from David—or so she thought.The truth Amy had kept from Yvonne was not only about David's betrayal but also about the lies Micheal had told. She vividly remembered the night she and Mark had returned home after unexpectedly running into Yvonne and Miche
Yvonne stared at David's face in the picture. It was filled with love and affection for Sammy, a look she couldn’t recall being directed at her in a long time.Despite this, she held the phone firmly, her demeanor composed, unlike Amy, who had broken down for her sake. Yvonne was in shock, trapped in a state she couldn't escape. The rest of her actions were on autopilot.She seemed unaffected, not ready to shed a single tear over the news she had just heard, and she thanked Amy for letting her know. Amy’s worried inquiries were met with Yvonne’s calm assurance that she was fine. She even managed to see Amy and Mark off with a composed expression, escorting them to their car and wishing them goodnight.When she returned to her room, Yvonne locked the door behind her and lay down on her bed, her face blank. She remained that way until the following morning, unable to think or process any information. It was like being in a comatose state.Though aware of her surroundings, she couldn’t r
In less than 14 minutes, the door was forcefully opened by the building's technical management team. As soon as the door gave way, Micheal and the others rushed inside, and from the entryway, they could see Yvonne lying on her bed.The bedroom door was ajar. Yvonne looked extremely pale yet serene, unmoving, though her lashes quivered, indicating she was aware of the commotion.Micheal's heart pounded in his chest as he took large strides toward her. Amy followed closely behind, while the men who had assisted, along with the security guard, stayed by the doorway, ready to act if necessary.“That’s the same outfit she wore last night,” Amy whispered to Micheal as they entered the bedroom.Micheal leaned over Yvonne, his voice gentle. “Can you hear me?”Yvonne could only blink.“I think she’s paralyzed from shock. Babe, blink again if you can hear me,” Amy said, moving closer to check Yvonne's pulse.Yvonne blinked in response, tears welling in her eyes and slowly trickling down her che
“Daddy, where is Miss Yvonne?” Lily asked anxiously as soon as Micheal stepped into the house.Yvonne hadn’t been discharged yet. The doctors were still monitoring her, unable to determine exactly what was wrong. She didn’t speak, simply staring up at the ceiling, and attempts to feed her were futile. Though she could stand and use the washroom when necessary, she remained largely unresponsive.Every kind word Micheal offered brought tears to her eyes. When she eventually fell asleep, her body burned with fever, and she struggled as if tormented by her dreams.It was a delicate situation, and Micheal couldn’t bear to leave her side. He managed to keep in touch with his children through video calls, gently coaxing them to go to bed by promising to update them about Yvonne’s condition. When he returned home the next morning, he found Jack and Lily waiting for him at the doorway, still in their pajamas. Despite their bodyguards’ best efforts, the children had refused to get dressed for
When Micheal returned to Yvonne's ward, he was relieved to see her sitting up in bed, slowly spooning porridge into her mouth. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn’t notice him until he was standing right next to her. Startled, she looked up at him.He studied her intently before asking, "How are you feeling now?"“I feel nothing,” she replied.“Hollow?” he asked, sitting down on the bed beside her. With ease, he lifted her leg and began massaging her foot with gentle pressure.Yvonne didn’t react physically, but her eyes widened slightly. “Why?” she asked.Micheal’s tone remained calm as he explained, “You should be grateful for your young age. You might have had a stroke otherwise. Your body was immobile for nearly 24 hours.”Yvonne pressed her lips together, finding some comfort in his gentle touch. She watched him quietly before asking, “Jack and Lily didn’t see me like that, did they?”Micheal shook his head. “No, they didn’t. But they’re worried about you and will v
When Yvonne heard his question, a sincere smile graced her face.“Hmm. That was a hell of an experience. To be honest, I was so drawn to them that I cannot explain it with words.It wasn’t just because they’re good kids, although many children have their own mindset shaped by their upbringing. What truly caught my attention with Lily was her personality. She’s timid, but when she’s with her brother, she’s the opposite. I started to wonder, is it instinctual? Or is she mature beyond her years, able to handle herself so well?She’s barely four, and yet she can switch her demeanor like a pro. But if you look deep into her eyes, there’s a defiant fire burning within whenever she pretends to be timid in front of the other children’s teasing.And then there’s Jack. A fine young boy who always seems unbothered compared to his sister when others are around, but when he’s alone, he shows his sadness. Yet, whenever they’re both present during the teasing, he becomes emotional, standing up to pr
With her emotions stirred, Yvonne couldn’t help but delve deeper into the painful memories related to children. She had never truly expressed how she felt about that day.“I’m not insane, Mr. Langston,” she whispered softly.“I know you’re not,” Micheal replied, pushing aside his thoughts to focus on the woman beside him.“I saw it in Amy’s eyes. I saw it in David’s eyes. They were on the verge of taking me to a psychiatric hospital. If Amy hadn’t been so close to me, maybe that would’ve happened.What did they expect? I carried my baby for nine long months. I had bags full of clothes, a closet stacked with toys I bought with every penny I had. I was fully prepared to be a mother. My boyfriend grew distant after I conceived, so I talked to my baby every day. I assured my child that once David met them, he would be the proudest dad in the world.I spent every day of my pregnancy creating a bond with my child. At first, it felt like I was talking to myself, but then I started getting re
Yvonne's emotions washed over her in relentless waves. Images of David and Sammy's wedding haunted her memory, replaying over and over, and all she wanted was to shut them out. She preferred the numbness to the pain of remembering what had happened.Yvonne’s mind had conjured countless images of her baby. She imagined a fair-skinned boy or a dark-skinned girl, trying to create a picture in her mind as she desperately sought any way to remember her lost child. These hallucinations were her only connection to the child she had never been able to hold.She had known David her entire youth, and she vividly recalled how he had been there for her during her mourning period. She slowly leaned on his comfort, and when she realized her attempts to picture their baby were making him uneasy, she buried the pain deep within herself. Yvonne focused all the love she had left on David, giving him everything, including her life.Those years were spent nurturing his career. After their loss, his futur