"Lindey, betrayal's not a one-and-done deal. If someone screws you over once, they'll do it again. Jace blew his last chance with me. Even if Wayne isn't an option, Jace never will be," I said, shutting down Lindey's last bit of wishful thinking."You can't pick Wayne either," Matthew finally chimed in from the sidelines.Oh, shocker. This little intervention? Definitely something he and Lindey cooked up together."Matthew," I said with a sharp smile, "newsflash: people are allowed to make their own choices. Crazy, right? Also, does Wayne even know you two are scheming behind his back?"His expression darkened. "Rea, I know things between us are... beyond repair. You've decided not to hold me accountable, but let's not pretend you don't resent me for everything. If you're mad, aim it at me. But I'm not going to let you be the reason my sons tear each other apart.""Relax, Matthew. I'm not here to play puppet master with your sons," I said, my smile twisting into something bitter.
Wayne walked in, ice-cold and ready to throw down. He didn't waste a second before turning on his parents.Matthew's face darkened. "Wayne, are you really going down this path? Throwing everything away?"Wayne stared at them, his voice steady yet sharp. "Everything? You mean the scraps you've been throwing me my whole life? Let me spell it out for you. The moment Jace was born, I stopped existing. You made it all about him—your golden child. Meanwhile, I was just... there. Forgotten. Like furniture."You let him sleep in your room while I stayed alone in the dark, hiding under a blanket, terrified. But it was always the same excuse, wasn't it? 'He's younger than you.' Newsflash—I was a kid too! Did that ever occur to you?"Wayne's voice cracked. "It wasn't just the attention. He took everything. Your love, my toys, my clothes—literally everything I cared about. And you? You guilt-tripped me into letting it happen. 'You're the older brother.' That was your catch-all excuse for wreck
Lindey's face flushed lightly—a dead giveaway that I'd nailed it.She couldn't stomach losing all that money, especially to me.Over the years, she'd acted like a saint—lavishing me with affection, so much so that I'd actually thought I could forgive her and the Johnstons for killing my parents.But now? The truth hit me like a slap to the face: Lindey's kindness had always come with strings attached.Her affection was a limited-time offer, contingent on me staying out of her way. She used to gush about how I was like the daughter she never had, even if I didn't marry Jace.And stupid me—I actually bought it. Turns out, Lindey didn't love me. She loved what I brought to the table."This belongs to me," I said flatly, the chill in my tone sharper than ice. "You and your family stole it from my parents." I wasn't the meek little girl anymore, not after seeing their true colors."Rea, I... I didn't mean it like that—"Her weak attempt at an excuse made me want to laugh—or maybe sc
Hayden could be cold, sure. But he wasn't the type to stand by and let someone die. Especially not after I begged him.Even if he didn't love me anymore, there was no way he'd be that indifferent. And yet, that day, he just stood there. Watched. Let the crocodiles get to Jace before stepping in.There had to be a reason.For a month after Hayden's death, I replayed that moment over and over, trying to piece it together. If it wasn't about Hayden, maybe it was about Jace.Jace frowned. "You're asking me?"My eyes flicked to his arm—the one that still hadn't healed. "If he didn't save you right away, there must've been a reason."His tone turned sharp. "What are you trying to say?""I'm saying it's weird. You two were allies against Hernan and Bruno, right? But when your life was on the line, he hesitated. Doesn't that strike you as... off?""I don't understand it either," he said stiffly. "But it doesn't matter. Hayden's gone. He can't explain himself."Fair. Hayden was gone. A
I gripped the admission letter, heading to find Yuna. She was a kindergarten teacher now, surrounded by little giggling kids. Her laugh mixed with theirs, so bright and full of life it was hard not to smile.For a second, I froze. Was this really the right move? Pushing her to go back to school when she seemed so happy here?"Keira!" Yuna called, jogging over once the kids were settled. Her cheeks were flushed, and sweat dotted her forehead and nose. "If you hadn't come today, I was totally about to hunt you down this weekend!"I handed her a tissue, shaking my head. "You've been running around like crazy. Are you sure you're feeling okay? No weird pains or anything?""Not a thing! I feel amazing," she said with a bright smile, pressing a hand over her chest. "This heart feels like it's really mine now—it's been so good to me."Her words made me think of Narelle and Wade, and all the complicated feelings Wade couldn't quite put into words."So, you and Wade?" I asked, jumping rig
This lifetime, neither of us would ever reach Hayden again.The thought twisted something deep in my heart, the way it always did when I thought of him.The worst part? I couldn't tell her. Not yet. Not until I was sure her heart—both physically and emotionally—could take it. I'd need to talk to Lena, get Nate to give her a thorough check-up.Because eventually, the truth would have to come out. Hayden was gone, and while I could shield her from that heartbreak for now, I knew I couldn't keep it buried forever."What do you want to tell Hayden?" I asked, forcing my voice to stay light. "Just a quick thank-you?""Exactly!" Yuna's face lit up as she hugged the admission letter close, her joy practically glowing.I cleared my throat. "No need for that. Just thank me instead—I'm the one who got you the letter."Yuna blinked, surprised, and then her face broke into a playful grin. She gave me a goofy thumbs-up. "You're the best sis-in-law ever, Keira. Thanks!"I accepted her gratitu
It hit me then—I'd completely overlooked the Hart family. As the newly named heir, Hayden's absence should've sent alarms blaring. They should've been looking for him, not sitting back.But instead of a real investigation, they were just sending people to Yuna, fishing for details through her.Something didn't add up.Trying to ignore the slump in Yuna's shoulders, I asked, "Yuna, who from the Hart family came to see you?""A guy about Hayden's age. His name was... Kylian."Kylian Hart. His face popped into my mind like a bad memory."How many times did he come? Was he always alone?" I pushed."Yeah," Yuna said with a small nod.She wasn't in the mood to keep talking, and I didn't want to push her further. Instead, I shifted gears. "Whenever you're ready to start college, let me know. I'll take you."Yuna looked up, her gaze steady. "I want both you and Hayden to take me."Her simple request landed with weight. I forced a smile, swallowing hard. "Sure. I'll let him know. Hope
Yara's question hit me sideways. I hadn't dared let my mind go there.I hadn't dared to entertain such a thought.I mean, I saw him collapse, heard the doctor say the surgery didn't work, and yeah, I even held his ashes. That's as final as it gets.Sure, I've dreamed about him coming back. But those were just desperate little fantasies.Life isn't some cheesy movie. Hayden died. End of story. No rewrites, no miracles. I hated it, but the truth didn't care about my feelings."I wish he wasn't," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."Then why are you here, grilling me if you've already made peace with it?" Yara shot back.I studied her for a moment. "Because something feels off," I said finally.Her eyes narrowed. "What exactly feels off?""The Hart family's reaction doesn't add up. And you..." I paused, narrowing my eyes at her. "You're way too calm. Not even a little wrecked—that's what feels off."Yara didn't even blink. "Who says I'm not devastated?" she replied flatly.
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
Aaron’s voice carried through the phone, reaching Lena’s ears. Her eyes lit up—if he wasn’t home tonight, she could visit her grandparents without worry. - By evening, Lena arrived at the Ace residence, carrying a bag of nutritional supplements and her grandparents’ favorite desserts. The well-maintained courtyard had been recently equipped with solar-powered lights, casting a warm glow across the space and brightening every corner. She first glanced into the yard, ensuring that Aaron’s car wasn’t there, before pushing the gate open. “Grandpa, Grandma, I’m here!” Lena called as she stepped inside. The lonely old couple looked up at the sound of her voice. Even the housekeeper, who had been cooking in the kitchen, peeked out to greet her warmly. “Is that Lena? Come in, come in!” the housekeeper, Elaine, said cheerfully. “Elaine, you’re busy. Just make an extra serving for me at dinner,” Lena teased without a hint of shyness. Her grandparents, still in disbelief, confirme