Earlier at the Johnston residence, I exposed Tanya.Now she had to be fuming.Tanya stood by her car, gripping the door like she was ready to either yank me out or take a swing. But then, out of nowhere, she dropped to her knees in front of my car.I did not see that coming.I thought she might beg, but actually kneeling? That was a twist.This woman knew how to play every angle.Her kneeling didn't faze me. I could handle it, especially since she had stolen my fiancé. But now that she was pregnant, her kneeling could hurt the baby. If anything happened, she'd probably find a way to make it my fault.I wasn't about to let her stay like that.Still, I wasn't dumb enough to get out and help. She was clearly using her pregnancy as a card to play, and if I showed any concern, she'd milk it for all it was worth.So, I just smirked and asked, mocking her, "What's all this about?""Keira, I'm begging you. Please, spare me. Spare my child. Let them have a chance," she pleaded.It wa
But who would've thought that behind closed doors, Desmond's life was so rough?"Desmond was only human. He got tired too. I'd catch him sneaking out at night to smoke, trying to hide it from me. Every time, it broke my heart. I blamed myself for being such a burden," Tanya said, shaking her head like she was the tragic one."I wanted to leave him, not because I didn't love him, but because I loved him too much. I didn't want him to be so worn out." Her words painted her as some kind of martyr."Well, he's not tired anymore. He'll never be tired again," I muttered under my breath.Tanya caught the bitterness in my voice. "You've never lived a day in my shoes. You don't get it," she snapped, her voice rising.She stared at me, but after a beat, the anger drained from her face. "As for Desmond's death, I swear I didn't hurt him. I just wanted him to see my betrayal, to push him away so he'd leave on his own, set him free.""The car accident wasn't your fault?" I whispered."No, no
She just wanted him around?The nerve of her.I looked at her pitiful face, my voice turning colder. "Tanya, you've got it wrong. It's not Jace's body you want—it's his status, and all the money that comes with it."Tanya pressed her lips together. "I won't deny that, but..."She paused, then delivered her next line like a punch straight to the gut. "But over these months, Jace has treated me just as well as Desmond ever did. I've really fallen in love with him. I want to spend my life with him."So, this was her way of telling me Jace cared about her, that she couldn't live without him.Even now, she saw me as competition.Yet here she was, begging me for help.Even while pleading, she couldn't resist twisting the knife. She really thought I was that easy to play.I gave her a faint smile. "Jace was so good to you, but he still ran off."Her face froze. I continued, "Are you sure he wants to spend his life with you?""As long as he comes back, I'll make it work," Tanya whis
Jace stayed silent. Tanya, already bawling, tried again, her voice shaky. "Jace, I can't do this without you. I don't even know what to do anymore..."Still, nothing. Tanya panicked, thinking he'd hung up. "Jace? Are you there?"She glanced at my phone, saw the call was still connected. "Jace?"Finally, his voice cut through—cold and sharp. "Who told you to go to my house? Did you forget what I said?"Tanya's hand shook as she held the phone. "I didn't have a choice. I'm just trying to protect the baby. You said nothing could happen to it."I had to bite back a laugh. Just days ago, she was ready to ditch the baby in front of Desmond's parents. Now she was all protective mom mode? Please."Tanya, this is the last time," Jace warned, his voice like ice."Jace, wait—"But the call ended with a cold, empty dial tone. Tanya just stood there, gripping the phone tighter. "Jace... Jace...""Yeah, he hung up. Give me my phone back." I snatched it from her hand.She staggered, looking
An abortion?! Seriously?Tanya was still out here stirring up drama, as usual.But, whatever. If she wanted to be extra, let her. I've got enough problems right now. There was no way I was about to go play hero."Let her be," I said, shrugging it off."Whoa, not playing the saint today?" Lena teased, reminding me just how much I used to butt into everything.I smirked. "The saint went rogue."She burst out laughing. "I love it."After she hung up, I dragged myself to the demolition office to deal with the final paperwork. They handed me a form, saying I had three days to pack and bounce.I thought I'd been ready for this since I first saw that demolition notice. I even started packing. But now, with the deadline set in stone, it hit me like a truck—my apartment was about to be torn down, for real.When I got back to the complex, I just stood there, staring up at the building like an idiot. The old ladies I used to see hanging around? Gone. Probably moved already.I was so dee
So, it was all just in my head. Even my dad's voice—it was nothing more than an illusion.They'd been gone for ten years. How could I have possibly heard them?I stood there, feeling completely lost. The last rays of light disappeared, and the room was swallowed by darkness. The weight of losing them—of never seeing them again—hit me hard, and the tears finally came, unstoppable.That night, I barely slept. My dreams were filled with flashes of my mom and dad, haunting and bittersweet.When I woke up, I felt like I'd been hit by a truck. My body was heavy, aching, like I'd spent the night doing hard labor. I tried to drag myself out of bed but couldn't manage it.That's when it hit me—I was sick. I touched my forehead. Warm. Fever, probably."Kiki, you up?" Hayden's voice came from outside the door.I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a raspy whisper. My throat felt like I'd swallowed glass.I grabbed my phone and typed out a message: [I'm sick. You can come
"I'll have two orders of pasta. One without tomato sauce, sub black pepper sauce. A mango juice, plain water, and a blueberry mousse—light on the cream."Nate placed the order with such ease, and it was clearly meant for two.One of those dishes? Tailored exactly to Lena's tastes. She was all about black pepper sauce, but hated tomatoes. A detail only someone close to her would know. Lena never made a fuss about food in public, but she'd never touch anything with tomatoes.Nate hadn't seen her in years, and they'd only recently made things official. Yet here he was, already tuned into her preferences. It was sweet how much attention he was putting into this relationship.I used to joke that watching them was like watching two clueless people stumble into love, but clearly, they were way more serious than I gave them credit for."We should order," Hayden squeezed my hand gently, bringing me back to reality.I nodded, realizing now wasn't the time to interrupt Lena and Nate. They w
I opened my social media and noticed a new friend request. Normally, I don't accept random adds unless they got my number, but I clicked on it out of habit. The name? Cedric Sawyer. Apparently, he's a cop.I racked my brain, trying to place him. Then it clicked—he was the officer from yesterday, the one who handled my parents' case. I didn't catch his name at the time, but yeah, that had to be him. Plus, he'd asked for my number, so it made sense.I shrugged and hit accept. A notification popped up, saying we were now connected. I didn't message him, though. If he had something to say, he'd reach out first.I flipped over to Lena's profile and shot her a message: [Girl, you need to tone down the superhero vibe. Be playful, maybe even a little flirty. Let him feel like he's gotta protect you or something. Right now, you're making him feel like he's the sidekick.]After sending it, I glanced across the café at Lena, but she was totally absorbed in her drink. Classic Lena—always obliv
Hayden gave her an unwavering sense of security and endless emotional support. If depression ever tried to knock on her door, he wouldn't even let it in. He carefully laid out the couplet paper and prepared the ink for her. He even set up a camera on the side, ready to document the moment. “What should I write?” Keira asked, staring at the blank red banners in front of her. “Whatever you want. Anything is fine,” Hayden replied easily, the picture of a doting husband, fully embracing her freedom to decide. Keira glanced around the courtyard, at the people sitting alone, lost in thought. A wave of emotion washed over her, and inspiration struck. She picked up the brush and wrote the couplet: "Though the courtyard holds no feast, it warms the heart. As long as the heart seeks the sun, warmth is everywhere." The horizontal inscription: "You and I Welcome Spring." When Keira finished, she looked up at Hayden. He was smiling. Keira frowned instantly. “You’re not allowed t
As soon as they arrived at the courtyard house, Keira could already feel the festive atmosphere before even stepping out of the car. Large red lanterns hung on both sides of the entrance, and strings of New Year’s lights were wrapped around the wooden fence walls. “I had everything set up in advance, but I left one special spot for you, the lady of the house, to personally complete,” Hayden said, leaving her in suspense. With my belly this big, Keira obviously couldn’t do much, but he understood her desire to be involved in decorating for the New Year. Keira had to admit—he was becoming more and more of a perfect husband. He could anticipate her thoughts without me even saying a word. Supporting her carefully, he led her into the courtyard. To her surprise, even though it was New Year’s Eve, there were still guests there. Most of them were alone. Some sat in silence, lost in thought. Others were reading, while a few were quietly jotting things down in notebooks. On a night
A generous boss who hands out big bonuses during the holidays? If it were Keira, she’d be worshipping him too. “We’re heading home for the New Year. If there’s any movement, we’ll come back,” Hayden said, explaining their situation to Aaron. He nodded at Keira from across Hayden and added, “Happy New Year.” “Happy New Year,” Keira replied. As she watched his car pull into the hospital, she couldn’t help but chuckle. Hayden glanced at Keira. “What’s so funny?” “He’s here to hand out bonuses. Lena will definitely run into him,” Keira said, before a thought struck her. “Hayden, do you think Aaron is so generous with this hospital because Lena works here?” Hayden simply replied, “I don’t know.” Keira tilted her head and looked at him. “Really? You don’t know?” Hayden reached out and ruffled her hair. “Most pregnant women get dumber, but you’re only getting sharper.” So Keira was right. At that moment, inside the hospital’s banquet hall, Lena was casually chatting with a
"She was transferred from pediatrics and is now in charge of the VIP ward. She’s a senior nurse." Lena explained, and Keira immediately understood. "Rea, ever since you got yourself a man, you haven’t been coming around as often. The doctors and nurses have changed, and since nurses rotate throughout the hospital, many faces are probably new to you." That was true. The world was constantly changing, and very few people stayed in the same place forever. Just like Keira—she was now the owner of the courtyard house. Although she hadn’t given birth yet, Hayden was already extremely nervous, staying by her side 24/7. By New Year’s Eve, there was still no sign of labor, and she was getting restless from staying in the hospital. "Hayden, I want to go back and decorate the courtyard house. This is our first Spring Festival there." Keira had been looking forward to celebrating the New Year at the courtyard house for a long time. Lighting the big fireplace, hanging red lanterns eve
Aside from the slippery roads, there was also the joy of admiring the snowy scenery. "You haven't had breakfast, have you?" Ron asked as he handed over a bag. Lena glanced at him. Ron, unfazed, smiled and said, “It’s your favorite wheat toast.” She accepted the bag, opened it, and sure enough—it was exactly what she loved. “How did you know I like this?” “Because I’m your boyfriend,” Ron said matter-of-factly. “If I didn’t even know what you like to eat, I’d totally blow my cover if your mom ever interrogated me.” He had an easygoing charm, always carrying a smile. People said those who smiled a lot were the luckiest. Ron seemed like living proof of that. Lena finished the breakfast he had prepared for her just as they arrived at the hospital. Surprisingly, someone—either patients or the hospital staff—had built several uniquely shaped snowmen at the entrance. “I swear, this world is full of hidden talents,” Ron commented in amazement. “Look at these snowmen—each one co
The curtain lifted slightly, and Lena felt a whisper of cold air brush against her skin. Her fingers dug into the wall once more. She didn’t see the look in Aaron’s eyes. He had known she was hiding behind the curtain. But he hadn’t expected her to be dressed like that… There was a saying among men—of all the countless things that could be considered alluring, a woman wearing nothing but a man’s shirt was undoubtedly one of them. “Aaron?” Xandra called out when he didn’t move. Aaron’s fingers loosened, and instead of pulling back the curtain, he let it drop back into place. Stepping in front of it, he said, “I just remembered I have something to take care of. Let’s check it out another time. I’ll take you home.” Xandra hesitated, sensing a brief flicker of something unreadable in his demeanor. Her eyes drifted toward the curtain for a second, but in the end, she nodded and followed him out. Lena waited, listening to the sound of the car engine fade into the distance bef
Just as Lena was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard Aaron say— “No need. I’ll do it later.” Lena: … What the hell do you mean, later? Just let her take the damn laundry so I can leave! “Aaron, can I take a look at this plant?” Xandra asked casually, but before waiting for a response, she was already walking toward the curtain—toward her. The plant was right next to where Lena was hiding. With the bright reflection of the snow outside, if Xandra so much as turned her head slightly, she’d definitely spot her. I knew I shouldn’t have hidden here! But where else could she have gone? Aaron was a minimalist—his entire home was pristine, with no unnecessary clutter. Everything was neatly tucked away in cabinets, leaving nowhere to hide. The truth was, she shouldn’t even be here. Lena held her breath, silently praying that Xandra would just glance at the plant and move on. But of course, the more she wished something wouldn’t happen, the more likely it did.
Sh*t! He had already left—why was he coming back?! Lena’s first instinct was to hide. Running back to the bedroom wasn’t realistic—Aaron would probably enter before she even made it. In the end, she chose the nearest possible hiding spot—the floor-length curtains. Lena’s fingers dug into the wall behind her. Her chest felt tight. Stifling. Maybe people really were pathetic—never realizing what they had until it was gone. She used to despise people like that. Now, she had become the very thing she hated most. "If you don’t like it, you can redecorate however you want before you move in," Aaron said casually. Lena’s eyes went wide. Move in? They’re moving in together?! It had only been a few days! Their progress was moving way too fast! An icy weight settled over her heart, as if a chunk of snow had been stuffed inside her chest, freezing her from the inside out. “Not at all, I quite like it,” Xandra’s voice was soft, carrying a shy undertone. Lena cle
Did he look like an Ace family member now? She called him Uncle Aaron—even if he didn’t like her, he still shouldn’t just abandon her like this. The two of them stood there in a silent standoff. After a few seconds, it was Aaron who gave in. Her small face was already red from the cold. If she stayed out any longer, she’d freeze. Without another word, he picked her up again, stepping through the wind and snow to place her into the car. This time, he set her in the back seat. She had always sat in the passenger seat before. Now, she wasn’t even worthy of that anymore? Maybe it was the lingering effects of the alcohol, or maybe she was just feeling too hurt, but Lena curled into herself, burying her face against her knees. Aaron saw everything. He even knew exactly what she was thinking. His heart clenched with pain, but he had to be ruthless. Only by forcing her into a corner would she find the courage to move forward—truly move forward. By the time they arrived