He turned, surprised to see Julie rushing toward him. She was out of breath by the time she reached him, almost double over as she tried to catch her breath. "What are you doing here, Julie?" Damon asked, concerned. "I came to talk to you before you leave, dummy," she said, catching her breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just... I can’t let you leave like this. I can’t let you hate me!" Damon’s face softened as he listened. "What are you talking about, Julie? I don't hate you. You don't have to apologize for loving someone else." "But you're leaving, and I don't want this to ruin our friendship. You mean so much to me, and I can't bear to lose you. Please stay." She pleaded with him. Damon sighed, placing a hand on her shoulder and hugging her. "You're not losing me, Julie. I’ll always be here for you. But I need to go. I promise I'll visit any chance I get. I don’t think you’re disgusting. I'm happy for you, and I only want the best for you." Julie smiled weakly.
Raven gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove down the highway. Her hands were trembling, her vision blurring as waves of nausea crashed over her. The clock on the dashboard showed she was already twenty minutes late for her meeting with Brian and some new clients of theirs. She hadn't been feeling like herself in days; she felt weak. She didn't notice the light ahead turned red as darkness washed over her. Her foot hit the brake too late, her car veered off the road and collided with a nearby light pole, and her head slammed into the steering wheel. The last thing she saw was the crumpled hood of her car before everything went black. A bystander screamed for help, and two men rushed over from a parked truck. One carefully opened the door and checked her pulse. "She's alive!" He shouted over his shoulder. "Call an ambulance!" Raven blinked slowly as her vision began to clear. She tried to focus on her surroundings. White walls and the sterile smell of antiseptic made her r
Raven was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for her discharge papers. Brian and Damon stood by her side, as the doctor went over the instructions. "Remember, no strenuous activities," the doctor warned before turning to Damon and Brian. "Make sure someone’s always with her, we need to take a few extra precautions. If she starts having headaches that won't go away or has any dizziness or abdominal pain, bring her straight in. It could be nothing, but considering her accident and her pregnancy, we need to keep an eye out for signs of a miscarriage." Damon’s eyes widened, but he said nothing. Brian nodded as the doctor spoke. Raven kept her eyes away from Damon, not ready to see the look on his face. She knew he'd be angry and she couldn't deal with it right now. She only just found out about the baby, too. What could she say? Once Raven was discharged, Brian insisted that she stay at his place for a few days. "You're coming with me. I'm not leaving you alone after what ha
Mason sat in his car, his fingers trembling as they hovered over his phone. He had just gotten an anonymous message and it contained a voice recording. Candice had been lying to him from the start. She had never been pregnant. The recording contained the cold truth in the form of Candice’s voice. She was laughing, talking to Blair about how easy it was to convince him of her pregnancy. How she had fabricated the miscarriage to keep him attached to her and guilt trip him. He had started to get excited about having a baby, he had given up everything to take care of his child, even willing to take Candice back to give the baby a complete family. He had tried to do the right thing, and it had cost him everything. Raven had left because he had refused to give Candice up when her pregnancy had come to light and it had all been a lie! He remembered how sad he had been when Candice miscarried. He was still mourning for a child that never existed, knowing that didn’t help the pain of losi
In New York, Candice was on FaceTime with Blair, who had told her everything that happened at Justin's house. "Mia isn’t as naive as we thought. She’s playing her own game with Justin, and it’s working. We need to get rid of her before she tells Mason everything." Blair’s voice sounded through the phone. "You're right, I should have gotten rid of that Mia a long time ago. She knows too much. I never imagined she'd go against me like this. She needs to be out of my way," Candice nodded in support. "I can't risk her telling Mason anything, not when I finally have him all to myself." As they spoke, Mason entered the room, his expression was furious. Without a word, he yanked the phone from Candice’s hand and threw it across the room. It clattered against the wall and fell to the floor, the screen shattering. "Mason! What are you---" Candice started, but her words died down in her throat when Mason held up his phone. He pressed play on the recording, and Candice’s voice filled the ro
Mason grabbed his keys and headed to the door to leave for work - he had some crazy meetings to get through before he could go to Australia to see Raven, but he froze the instant the door opened. Standing in front of him was a dead woman... that was less than dead. Margaret. Standing at his front door. Her face was mostly hidden behind oversized shades and a scarf wrapped tightly around her neck like the stereotypical woman hiding her identity in a bad television movie. Mason's heart skipped a beat. Everyone thought she was dead, but here she was alive and breathing. "Margaret?" Mason asked, his voice filled with disbelief and anxiety. "I thought you were---" "Dead?" Margaret interrupted. "I'm not, not that anyone seemed to care that much. But - can I come in? I'm rather conspicuous standing out here." Mason stepped back, allowing her entry. "What - I don't -" "Shut your mouth, Mason, you'll catch flies," Margaret smiled, affectionately. She had never felt much for her step
**PRESENT DAY: MASON’S LIVING ROOM** Mason sat frozen as Margaret paused. "Lenora knew about the arrangement between Michael and Charles," Margaret continued. "Lenora didn't care about Michael or anyone, she just wanted the Prescott fortune. She was already pregnant, and when she gave birth, she made it seem like the child was born prematurely. She refused to name her daughter." Mason clenched his fists; he could see where this story was heading, but he decided to let her continue as he couldn't trust himself to speak. Margaret took another deep breath before continuing. "Michael finally told his parents about Susan. He brought her to the family home when she was nearly due. His mother was furious, but there was nothing she could do. Michael told his family he was diagnosed with cancer and he didn’t have much time to live. He died a few weeks later, but I don't think he died from cancer." Mason shook his head, having trouble keeping up with the insanity of Margaret's story. He
Mason glanced at his phone, seeing his father’s name flash across the screen. Steadying the wheel, he shifted the car into cruise control, pressing the phone to his ear as he sped down the highway toward the airport. It was finally happening, he was finally going to get his wife back. "Dad," Mason greeted, keeping his voice steady. "Mason, where are you? I've been trying to reach you for hours," Charles’s voice came through. "I'm heading to the airport. I'm going to Australia to bring Raven back home," Mason replied with a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He didn’t mention Raven’s pregnancy to anyone yet, he wanted her with him so they could share the news. "How did you know where she is? I'm guessing Damon saw her?" "So you knew all this time, Dad, and you didn't tell me… wait, Damon knew???” Mason sighed. "Well, it doesn't matter how I know; all that matters is that I'm going to get my wife back." Charles grunted approvingly. "Finally! That's good news, son. I'v