The thing I've been chasing for years... just dropped into my inbox like some sketchy mystery gift.At first, I was excited. But then confusion hit me.Why now? Why this random person? And how did he even know what I was looking for?The accident happened forever ago—over a decade. Why had this person been sitting on that missing page for so long? Was it even real? Or was this some kind of weird trap?A million questions ran through my head, but honestly, I couldn't let this go. No matter what.My hands were shaking as I typed back: [When can we meet?]No response.I waited, like, five seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Who even was this person? When did he add me?I checked his profile and realized he'd friended me a while back, and I'd even left a note: [Officer Sawyer.]Right. He had sent a friend request ages ago, but I'd forgotten about it.So, this was the officer in charge of my parents' case? My pulse picked up again, hard.I fired off another message: [Officer S
I woke up the next morning as soon as Hayden slipped out of bed. I wandered to the balcony, just in time to spot Nate getting into his car.He was holding Lena's hand—not in a full-on PDA way, but there was definitely something there. Like, they clearly had a night.Then, right on cue, Retta appeared, looking effortlessly chic in her beige blouse and white pants. Honestly, without her lab coat, she could've been straight out of a fashion magazine.She was obviously trying to catch Nate's eye, probably hoping to throw Lena off her game."Nate, good morning!" Retta called out, flashing her most charming smile, acting like it didn't faze her that Lena had totally stayed over.Nate barely glanced her way, just nodded. "We're all waiting on you."I had to grin. He wasn't giving her anything. He definitely knew about her little stunt last night.Retta's smile slipped for a second, and she shot Lena this look, like, 'How dare you tell him what I said.'Lena? Totally unbothered. She ju
Lena didn't say anything at first, just buried her face in the crook of my neck.I stroked her hair, teasing, "Missing Nate already, huh? It hurts, doesn't it?""It's worse than when I was just crushing on him," she sighed dramatically."Well, duh! You just got a taste of what you've been wanting for, like, forever, and now you're left hanging. Of course it stings," I said, nudging her with a playful grin.Lena flashed a bold grin. "Who says I have to wait? I could hop on a plane and be with him whenever I want."That reminded me of their convo from last night. "Wait, are you seriously thinking about it?"She sat up on the couch, tucking her legs under her. "I don't know yet."Which meant she was seriously considering it. I mean, who wouldn't? After years of secretly crushing on Nate, she finally got him, and now he's miles away."Take your time," I said, giving her a playful nudge. "But come on, spill. How was last night?"Lena poked me in the arm. "Didn't you say what I have
"Lena—" I started.But before I could say more, she cut me off. "Do you think I can still catch Nate if I chase after him now?"She definitely shouldn't, even if she had a shot.She couldn't go back to work yet, but she also couldn't just leave Kehlmark while the investigation was going on."Don't overthink it. Tanya's just lashing out, like a cornered animal." Lena paused, then added, "Honestly, we should be the ones recommending her for a psych evaluation."Her attempt to lighten the mood didn't land for me. She flicked her fingers against my forehead, reading my mind. "Stop. This isn't your fault."How could it not be?Tanya's whole problem with Lena was totally because of me. Plus, I'm the one who called Lena in when Tanya's condition got worse.If I hadn't called her, Lena might not have even been the one to do the surgery."Fault or not, I still have to deal with her," I said, already moving toward Tanya's room.Lena grabbed my arm. "If you go in now, she'll think she's
Brad's face went full-on tomato at my comment. "Quit talking about wolves or puppies or whatever. Don't insult me. We're even now, okay? It's in the past."Watching him squirm, trying to keep his cool, had me grinning.I took a step forward, and he immediately backed up, arms crossed like I was about to actually throw hands. I snorted. "What's wrong? Scared I'll actually do something? Chill out. I'm just curious why you're suddenly playing nice.""What's wrong with that? Or were you hoping I'd still—" He stopped himself mid-sentence. "Don't even try to bait me. And stop coming any closer, or I'll record this for... evidence."I rolled my eyes at his empty threat. "Sure. Now spill. What did Wayne do to get you all obedient like this?"His eyes darted around, avoiding mine. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Now move, I've got places to be."I stuck my leg out, blocking his path. "Cut the act. I know you're working for him. Why else would you turn on your own sister?"His
I kept my focus on the match playing on the TV. It was intense, two of the best players going head-to-head. Every point felt like a work of art.Without bothering to look at her, I casually asked, "So, who do you think's gonna win this?"Tanya didn't bother answering. Instead, she snapped, "You've got some nerve showing up here."I shrugged and pulled a chair next to her bed, eyes still on the game. "Weren't you waiting for me?"I mean, her whole attack on Lena? That was definitely meant for me."It doesn't matter," she hissed. "I'm gonna make sure you pay for this. Trust me, the pain you'll feel is gonna be way worse than if it happened to you directly."On screen, my favorite player nailed a killer forehand smash, winning the set. The crowd roared.I glanced over at Tanya. She looked like a ghost—pale, gaunt, lips tinged blue. Honestly? Pitiful."I don't know what price I'm paying, but you..." I leaned in a little, lowering my voice. "You're not looking so hot these days, huh
Tanya flinched so fast I couldn't help but laugh out loud.Still chuckling, I grabbed the remote she'd tossed aside. "What, you're scared of me? Relax, I'm just getting the remote."Her face turned a weird mix of red and pale—like she couldn't decide if she was embarrassed or just pissed.I had already turned the TV back on, the match tied at 8-8, both players neck-and-neck. Whoever took the next point was set to win the set."Get out!" Tanya snapped, sounding frustrated as hell.Instead of leaving, I pointed the remote at her like it was some kind of weapon. "Chill. Let me finish watching, and then we can talk."I wasn't even just messing with her—I genuinely wanted to watch the match. Forget pop stars and influencers; I was obsessed with the girl on screen, clawing her way to the top in the world of sports. She was fierce. Unstoppable.To my surprise, Tanya actually quieted down. I smirked and decided to push her a little. "Wanna make it interesting? Let's bet. Pick who you th
I sat there, just as tense as they were. The camera flicked back to the table just in time for the opponent's return shot to fly out of bounds, and the arena exploded. My girl raised her paddle in victory, grinning.I couldn't help but smile too.As the victory music blasted, I spun my chair back to face Tanya. "She won," I said, grinning like a proud mom.Tanya wasn't impressed. "You've watched your dumb match. Now, why are you really here?"I pushed off the floor and slid my chair closer, crossing one leg over the other.I was still rocking the black silk skirt from last night's dinner with Nate and Lena. Standing, the slit was subtle, but now? Sitting? It was showing off most of my thigh.My skin, smooth and flawless, practically glowed against the dark fabric under the harsh hospital lighting.Tanya's eyes went straight to my legs. Even though she was a woman, even though she loved showing off too, I saw the flicker of envy.I got it. She hadn't had the chance to flaunt any
"I'm just amazed that pregnancy has made you smarter. Most people say pregnancy makes women forgetful for three years," Hayden teased Keira with a rare grin. Keira gave him a gentle kick. "Did Aaron ask you to pass on his thoughts?" "No, it's just what I think," Hayden replied earnestly. He would never lie to her. Keira sighed softly. "Love between two people isn’t something outsiders can meddle with. But maybe Aaron’s actions today will help Lena realize what’s in her heart." "Let’s wait and see," Hayden said, finishing the massage before applying lotion and stretch mark cream to Keira's belly. "Baby, give Dad a little kick," Hayden said, stroking her belly. Right after he spoke, the baby really did kick. Keira couldn’t help but laugh; this little one was so obedient to their dad. "Just a few kicks, alright? Mommy needs to sleep, so don’t bother her," Hayden instructed. The baby obediently kicked a few more times before settling down. Keira was curious. "I think our ba
Keira stared at the messages Lena had just sent her. She could sense something was up, so she immediately called her, but Lena declined the call. Instead, she replied with another message: [I’m at my grandparents’ house, and my mother is here too.] Keira had no choice but to keep texting her: [Did Aaron upset you today?] Lena sent Keira a string of ellipses. That endless row of dots made her even more curious. [What happened exactly?] Keira pressed. Lena replied: [He brought his girlfriend home today.] After sending that message, she also sent Keira a screenshot of a payment receipt and added: [Spot the highlight.] Keira zoomed in on the image and finally noticed the note: Name Change Fee. [Wow, how generous! 600,000 dollars just for a name change fee. What did you call her to make it worth that much?] Keira was shocked. Lena then sent Keira a voice message, explaining the situation in detail. At the end, she added: [He used to tell me how long he’d liked me, but now he’s
"Aaron, I want to add Lena on WhatsApp." Xandra actually asked Aaron, gently tugging on his sleeve with a delicate and endearing expression that made her look pitifully lovable. Aaron glanced at her, his gaze filled with a warmth Lena was all too familiar with. Once upon a time, he had looked at her the same way. Now, he could look at other women like that. So, never believe a man when he says things like, I've liked you for years. "If you want to add her, then add her," Aaron's approval made Xandra look at him with delight. Lena, however, truly didn’t want to add her. She and Xandra weren’t close, and they likely wouldn’t ever be. Lena didn’t enjoy socializing with strangers, so she smiled faintly. "Aren’t you afraid I might tell her something about you, Uncle Aaron?" Aaron’s gaze turned cold and distant, his voice calm. "There’s nothing about me that Xandy can’t know." Ha! Lena sneered inwardly. If that were the case, why had he just warned her earlier? Double stand
Under the table, Lena felt her mother's foot nudge her—a clear signal: Let Xandra win. Lena gritted her teeth. Why was everyone fawning over a girlfriend who hadn’t even officially joined the family? Annoyed, she huffed inwardly. The more you tell me to lose, the harder I’ll fight to win. The game began, and Lena’s starting hand was exceptional—practically a heavenly draw. She was only one card away from winning while the others still struggled with mismatched cards. It seemed like an easy victory was in the cards for her. But then, as if under a spell, her luck took a sharp turn. None of the cards she needed showed up. Worse, every time she reached for a card, Xandra would intercept it with a call, blocking her progress entirely. As the rounds continued, even her mother, Briana, reached a ready hand, while Lena was still stuck with the same cards she started with. Soon, her grandmother joined the fray, and eventually, even Xandra declared readiness. Three players were now
Lena’s heart fluttered in panic. Why was he standing here? Had he overheard what she’d said earlier? There was no use regretting it now. She could only pretend he hadn’t heard anything and called out, trying to sound natural, “Uncle!” She had just given herself a pep talk in the bathroom, but seeing him standing so close now, her heartbeat still faltered. Aaron’s deep, starry eyes fixed on her. “Xandy is very simple and innocent. She doesn’t take well to certain things. I trust you understand what I mean?” Lena’s chaotic heartbeats suddenly settled. So this was why he had waited for her—to make sure she wouldn’t tell Xandra about his past feelings for her. A strange, sharp pain twisted in her chest, so intense it stole her breath for a moment. Clenching her fist by her side, she pinched herself hard to suppress the ache and avoid showing any emotion. “What ‘certain things’ are you referring to, Uncle? I don’t believe there’s anything you’ve shared with me that’s worth m
“Come here,” Deborah called, motioning for Lena to approach. She introduced her to Xandra with a cheerful smile. “The two of you may be the same age, but from now on, you must properly call her your aunt. Understand?” Xandra’s face flushed red. “There’s no need for that. Just call me Xandy.” Nervously, she tugged at Aaron’s sleeve. He glanced at her before responding calmly, “Our family values etiquette. Generational hierarchy matters.” Etiquette? Wasn’t this just a ploy to make her call Xandra “Aunt”? Was he in such a rush to give her a title to avoid any misunderstandings? Whether it was to clarify things for Xandra or to distance himself from her, Lena couldn’t help but feel a petty frustration bubbling up. Fine. If Aaron wanted her to say it, she would. “Aunt Xandra,” Lena said, her tone neutral but deliberate. Xandra’s face turned even redder. “No, really, you can just call me Xandy.” “I should call you that, and it’s not for free. As my elder, you owe me a red e
“Mr. Ace, why the sudden preference for plain water?” Elaine asked as she poured a glass. “It’s not for me. It’s for Xandy,” Aaron replied, his eyes flicking toward Lena, who kept her head down, still rinsing the same tomato. Elaine chuckled. “Your girlfriend is very pretty. She seems like a sweet and kind young lady. I bet your parents can finally relax now.” “Mm, everyone can be at ease,” Aaron replied, his tone carrying a subtle undertone. Lena didn’t lift her head, but she heard the implication clearly. “Not just at ease—happy too,” Elaine said as she handed him the glass of water. Taking it, Aaron thanked her. “Thank you, Elaine.” Then he left the kitchen. Elaine watched him go, sighing wistfully. “His parents have been waiting for this day for so long.” Turning back, she noticed Lena was still rinsing the same tomato—again. Elaine reached over and turned off the faucet. “Miss Lena, if you keep washing that tomato, it’s going to lose all its skin,” she teased.
"Do I need to change my shoes?" A gentle female voice came from the doorway. Lena thought she must be hearing things. She snapped her head up, and her eyes landed on a tall girl in casual attire standing by the entrance. Next to her was Aaron, dressed in a dark coat. They hadn’t looked into the house yet, as the entryway was positioned just out of sight from the main living area. However, from her spot on the sofa, Lena had a clear view of them. “No won't be necessary. My parents don’t wear slippers at home,” Aaron explained patiently. Lena felt as if she were frozen in place, her mind going blank as she stared at the two of them. Hearing the commotion, Briana walked out from the kitchen, and she, too, stopped in her tracks. It was rare—unheard of, even—for Aaron to bring a girl home. The implications were obvious. “Sister,” Aaron greeted Briana first, then introduced the girl beside him. “This is my friend.” Briana nodded quickly, her surprise evident. “Hello!” The g
The weekend had arrived, coinciding with the end of the year. The timing couldn’t have been more fitting—or more ominous. At the hospital, Lena’s colleagues were busy making plans for New Year’s Eve celebrations, but she sat at her desk, preoccupied with how to get through the weekend. Tomorrow, Aaron was going to formally announce his decision to sever ties with the Ace family. Even though she had tried to comfort her grandparents and they seemed to accept it, she feared the actual impact would be far greater than any preparation could soften. “Dr. Lane, any plans for tomorrow? Join us!” someone invited her. Lena snapped out of her thoughts. “No, I’ll be at home with my grandparents.” She’d even be taking an emergency kit, just in case her grandparents couldn’t handle the shock. Her mother, Briana, had been equally anxious, sending multiple reminders throughout the day to ensure Lena would go to the Ace house right after work. The last time she visited, she’d managed to