Finally, Jace had picked up on something off about Wayne.I took a sip, buying time. "Why don't you ask him yourself? I don't have the energy to think about anyone right now."His face went flat. "Yeah, you don't have to keep reminding me.""Just being honest," I shrugged, then coughed, and Jace reached over, patting my back."Does Hayden even know you got hurt?" His question hit right where it hurt.I held the cup in my hands, the warmth chasing away the chill in my body but doing nothing for the cold ache in my chest. "He came... then he left."Jace didn't say anything, so I handed the cup back. "I'm exhausted. I need to sleep."I lay down, and he stayed right there, just sitting by my side. My fever made my eyelids feel heavy, and as I drifted off, I thought I heard him murmur, "You didn't seem this broken when we broke up."Seriously? He was still hung up on that?But he wasn't wrong. Breaking up with him hadn't hurt the way this did."Maybe it's because you hurt me slowl
"Wait here," Jace said briskly, getting up.Right now, he was acting like he'd do anything I asked, even anticipating what I needed before I said a word. If he'd been like this before, maybe things wouldn't have ended the way they did.But there's no use wondering about what-ifs. I'd closed that chapter for a reason.As I looked away, my gaze happened to fall on his phone. The screen was paused on a video of me from a few years ago. I had no idea what I'd been doing in it or even why it had been recorded.For a split second, I felt tempted to pick it up and see, but before I could decide, Jace returned with the water.He caught me looking at his phone but didn't seem fazed. Instead, he gave me a casual smile. "While you were sleeping, I went through some old photos and videos. Turns out you're even prettier now than you were back then."I took a sip of water, playing along. "Oh, so I wasn't cute enough before? Guess that explains a lot...""Stop right there," he cut in, blocking
Should I?Part of me wanted to—wanted answers. But knowing that food container tossed in the trash... it felt like he hadn't just thrown away the food; he'd tossed aside his feelings too.Chasing after him would only make me look pathetic.I set down the container that had been pulled from the trash and walked back to my bed. But now, I couldn't even bring myself to pick up my fork.The woman who'd picked up the food container seemed to catch on and carefully brought it back over, setting it down in front of me."Take it with you," I said quietly."No... it's fine..." she replied, hesitating."You picked it up, so it's yours now. Really, go ahead," I said, then turned back to my own meal, forcing myself to take big bites, hoping the food would help bury my frustration.Jace gave her a nod to take the container, then reached out and stopped my hand just as I went for another spoon of gnocchi. "Hey," he said softly, "don't take it out on my food."Jace paused, then added, "Maybe
I held my breath, meeting his gaze. Hayden was looking right at me, steady and unhesitating.He was always so direct, so open. Meanwhile, I was the one who felt unsettled, like the breakup had somehow been my fault."Well, speak of the devil. Hayden, we were just talking about you," Ron said, ever the troublemaker.Hayden nodded, standing there with that perfect posture of his, not saying a word."Aren't you curious what we were saying?" Ron pressed, clearly trying to stir the pot.Ron couldn't resist pushing boundaries; it was practically his hobby.Hayden stayed silent, so Ron scratched his nose. "We were saying you've lost weight, and that you..."He trailed off, then winked at me. "Ms. Kay, let's keep the rest a secret from him."I almost laughed, a small smile sneaking its way to my lips.Hayden happened to glance over just then, but I quickly looked away.He might not want me anymore, but that didn't mean I'd let him think I couldn't live without him.At lunch, I final
"Hey there, Mr. Hart!"I threw on a polite smile, like he was any other coworker.Hayden didn't say a word. We brushed shoulders as I walked past, and as soon as I was out of sight, my smile faded, leaving this tiny spark of bitterness. I hopped into the company car and headed to the address Sasha gave me.When I got there, she hadn't shown up yet. I shot her a message, and she told me to grab a seat and wait.While I waited, I checked my phone. There was a new text from Yuna. Scrolling up, I saw a string of messages from her—most of them apologies and her defending Hayden. I'd only replied once and hadn't answered since.Yuna: [Keira, please answer me? Hayden's practically put me on house arrest; I can't leave the house.]I stared at her text for a second, then replied: [I'm fine and back at work. As for Hayden and me, you don't need to worry about it.]She replied instantly: [He loves you, I swear it.]I didn't respond, but she kept going: [He tried cooking for you, got distr
I kept my eyes on her, but suddenly, Sasha's face started to blur. I shook my head, about to say something, when she spoke first."It wasn't his wife's dream this time. He said he wanted to meet you.""What?" The word barely left my lips before everything went completely fuzzy.Next thing I knew, I felt Sasha's arm around me, her voice soft. "Just rest for a bit."Rest?A little voice inside me questioned, but I couldn't even open my mouth to respond. My eyelids felt heavy as lead, and I couldn't speak. I felt myself being lifted, then placed in a car, though where they were taking me, I had no idea.At some point, someone held a cup of water to my lips. I drank, blinking my eyes open to see a tall, unfamiliar man. But I knew him—one of Thorsten's bodyguards.Remembering Sasha's last words before I blacked out, everything started to click.I shifted groggily and asked the man, "Where's Thorsten?"He ignored me, turning to leave.That's when I realized my hands and feet were b
Thorsten leaned in, his gaze fixed on my face as he chuckled softly.I had no idea what he found so amusing, but I held his stare, demanding an answer. I wasn't about to back down now.Finally, after his laughter faded, he said, "Alright, I'll let you die with the truth. Your father got in the way of someone else's money."My mind flashed to the contract my father had been negotiating."He blocked someone else's profit—not yours. So why did you go after my parents?" I pressed, still not understanding.Thorsten smirked. "Have you forgotten what I do? How I made my fortune?"The answer hit me. He'd done it for money—someone had hired him."Who was it?" I demanded, my voice tight with desperation.Thorsten didn't answer directly. Instead, he leaned back, watching me. "Who do you think it was?"The pieces fell into place, each one hitting like a blow. My parents' death was tied to that contract, which eventually landed in Matthew's hands. So... it was him.I'd suspected it before
Thorsten laughed. "You're clever. Maybe you'll be born into a good family in your next life."With that, he stood, and I instinctively leaned forward, almost collapsing at his feet. One of his bodyguards moved to grab me, but Thorsten held him back, giving me a cold, disdainful look. "Now that you know everything, what do you want? Beg me to let you go?"Yes, I wanted him to let me go.I couldn't die here—not like this. That would be too much of a loss."I don't believe you. Not unless you let me confront Matthew myself. Or at least call him—I want to hear what he has to say." My words were both genuine and a desperate attempt to buy time.If I could just hold him off a little longer, maybe someone would come looking for me.But who would?I didn't have time to figure that out. I held Thorsten's gaze, praying he'd give in.But he just signaled to his bodyguard, and the next thing I knew, I was being dragged away.Thorsten left, and I was shoved back into my chair, his words ec
"Got it!" Lena responded cheerfully. She washed her hands before sitting back down, picking up the utensils Aaron had prepared for her, and diving into her dumpling-and-dipping-sauce breakfast combo. "Uncle, why aren’t you eating?" She had already eaten two dumplings before realizing he hadn’t touched any. "I’m not hungry." Three words. Which meant he hadn’t eaten yet. "There’s too much food. I can’t finish it all by myself. Eat some too," Lena said casually as she picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks and held it up to his mouth. She did it so naturally—until she realized what she had just done. Aaron froze for a second, surprised by her gesture. The moment of hesitation made her realize too—wasn’t this kind of inappropriate? She was just about to pull her hand back when— He leaned in and took the dumpling straight into his mouth. Lena’s face flushed red in an instant. She hurriedly withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and focused on eating. Meanwhile, Aar
She was shocked to see him here so early. Especially today—a day when everyone was celebrating the new year, spending time with their loved ones—and yet, he was here. With her. Lena wasn’t made of stone. She felt it. A warmth, an unspoken emotion that settled deep in her chest. "Uncle, why are you here so early?" She walked over, hands casually tucked into her coat pockets. "I didn’t want you to go hungry," Aaron replied simply, lifting the bag of food in his hand. He glanced at her break room. "Open the door." She unlocked the door and stepped inside, with him following close behind. Her break room was small—a single desk and chair, a narrow bed, and a tiny wardrobe. Nothing extra, nothing unnecessary. "Sit down, Uncle," she said naturally, settling onto the bed while motioning for him to take the chair. Aaron placed the food down and asked, "Did you sleep at all?" "I did," Lena replied. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she thought of that dream—and let o
"If it weren’t for my goddaughter, I wouldn’t even bother with you," Lena said, gently rocking the baby in her arms. "Right, little Aurora? Your godmother just adores you." "Come on, Aurora, it’s time to eat," Lena said as she carefully placed the baby in Keira's arms. Although it was her first time, Keira wasn’t embarrassed. She followed Lena’s instructions, trying to breastfeed for the first time. But the process was… painful. And since her posture was incorrect, neither of them got it right—Keira ended up covered in sweat from struggling, and her baby still hadn’t eaten properly. Panic set in. Anxiety crept up her spine. "What do I do?" Keira asked, her voice tight with unease. "It’s okay. This happens at first. Let’s transition with formula for now," Lena reassured Keira before glancing at Hayden, who had been standing there the whole time, watching anxiously—and sweating just as much as Keira was. "Go make your daughter a bottle," she told him. Hayden, the man wh
That conversation… Lena shuddered. Yeah, she had definitely come back too early. It was best to leave now before she ruined the mood for those two inside. Not wanting to hear any more, she quickly turned to leave—only to smack her leg against a nearby chair. The pain was real, but worse was the noise it made, drawing attention to her presence. Inside the room, Hayden—already feeling awkward from Keira's teasing—froze. The sound from outside made him even more uncomfortable. Keira couldn’t hold back her laughter. The moment Keira burst out laughing, however, pain shot through her lower abdomen. "Ah—ow!" Keira gasped. Hayden immediately panicked. "What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?" Hearing her cry, Lena rushed in as well. "What happened?" "I laughed too hard and pulled my stitches," Keira explained, gripping Hayden’s hand tightly. Lena glared at Keira. "You’re a mother now, and yet you’re still acting like a child. Do you have any idea what condition you’re in?"
"It’s fine. I can do it," Hayden said naturally as he picked up the basin and went to fetch warm water. The moment he stepped out, Lena turned to scold Keira. "You went through so much pain to give birth to his child. Why would you feel bad about letting him do something for you?" "It’s not that I feel bad—I just feel embarrassed," Keira whispered in defense. Lena rolled her eyes. "So dramatic." Keira shot her a glare in return. "Just wait until it’s your turn. When your husband has to handle your private matters, you’ll understand how awkward it is." The moment the words left Keira's mouth, she saw Lena’s face turn red. Lena quickly hugged the baby and turned away. But Keira caught it. Something was off. "Wait… why are you blushing?" Keira asked suspiciously. "I am not blushing," she denied immediately. What Keira didn’t know was that her words had triggered the memory of Lena's ridiculous dream—where she had been lying on the delivery bed, cursing Aaron while gi
The moment she finished cursing, Lena jolted awake. She sat there, dazed. What kind of ridiculous dream was that? She had assisted in delivering countless babies before, but this was the first time she had ever dreamed of giving birth herself. And not only that—she had dreamed of giving birth to Aaron’s child? That was beyond outrageous. Absolutely absurd! What a way to start the new year. That dream was anything but beautiful. Lena ran a hand down her face, shaking off the lingering unease. She quickly got up, poured herself a glass of water to calm down, and then left the break room. Back in the hospital room, Hayden was feeding Keira. Keira was perfectly capable of eating on her own, but he insisted on feeding her, saying that she was in a special period and should be treated like a queen. That this was the time to learn how to be spoiled properly. Fine. If this was how he wanted to make up for the suffering she endured giving birth to their daughter, she’d give
Keira looked at Lena and smiled as she followed up on Hayden’s words. "You’re family. It’s different." Lena shot her a subtle glare before stuffing the red envelope into her pocket and saying, "Give me the rest. I’ll hand them out for you later." Hayden passed her the prepared stack of red envelopes, and as she took them, she asked, "What about the other departments?" Hayden and Aaron exchanged a glance and chuckled. "Of course. Every medical staff member in this hospital gets one." "President Hart, you’re too generous," Lena said, giving him a thumbs-up. With that, she took the envelopes and left. Aaron glanced at the time. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back now." "Mm. Happy New Year!" Hayden said, offering his holiday wishes. "Happy New Year to your whole family," Aaron replied, adding a few extra words that made both Hayden and me instinctively turn toward the baby in the bassinet. From today onward, we were officially a family of three. Outside the h
When Keira returned to the hospital room, she was greeted by a sight that made her pause. The room was decorated with fresh flowers and balloons, and beside her bed, there was a small cart filled with various gift boxes. The atmosphere was so festive that if someone walked in, they might have thought it was a birthday party rather than a postpartum recovery room. "What’s all this?" Lena asked on Keira's behalf. "A reward for my wife," Hayden answered, his hand still holding Keira's as he gazed at her with deep affection. "She went through so much. This is my way of thanking her." Keira smiled faintly. "I don’t need any of this." "Whether you need it or not is one thing. Giving it to you is my choice," Hayden said, pressing a kiss onto Keira's fingertips. "Even if everything I have already belongs to you, I still want to give you more." "Such a loving husband—honestly, what more could a woman ask for?" Lena teased before patting Keira's hospital bed. "But if President Hart r
Elder Mitchell wasn’t buying it. "That just means you guys didn’t really want to give anything. If you truly wanted to, there’s no such thing as a gift that can’t be delivered." The two old men started bickering again, but Hayden ignored them. Instead, he kept his eyes on the infant bathing room. Before long, the nurse finished bathing the baby and carried her out. Hayden reached out to take her, but the two elders immediately moved to get closer. He blocked them without hesitation. "Don’t you know old people’s eyes are toxic? You shouldn’t be staring at her for too long." Elder Hart: "…" Elder Mitchell: "…" With that, Hayden carried the baby and walked away. The two old men trailed after him, hoping to catch another glimpse, but Hayden wasn’t about to give them the chance. "Congratulations," Aaron, who had been standing nearby, offered his well wishes. "It’s a daughter. Take a look," Hayden said, his pride practically radiating off him. Aaron lowered his gaze to the