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.
"This design was your boyfriend's work, wasn't it? It's so unique—and it even matches your bracelet," the clerk said, her sharp gaze locking onto the connection."Why didn't he come with you? Should we hold onto the ring for him to pick up, or are you taking it?" she asked, genuinely curious."I'll take it," I said, grabbing the men's ring and sliding it onto my thumb without hesitation.She blinked in surprise, then smiled. "I have to admit, it actually suits you.""Thanks," I replied flatly, turning to leave with both rings in hand.Not even five minutes after stepping out of the store, I noticed someone trailing me.I caught the guy's reflection in the side mirror of a parked car as I walked past. Acting like I hadn't seen anything, I let him follow. He didn't try to confront me or even come close—he just kept his distance. For two days.It wasn't about money—or me, for that matter. He wasn't looking to hurt me.But why the shadow act?That was his question to answer. So, I
I let out a scream—not because I was scared, but because, well, why not?A car horn blared, and tires screeched as a car swerved into view.The door slammed open, and out stepped the guy Kylian had sent to tail me. His glare locked on the wannabe kidnapper holding me. "Let her go.""Why should I? Who even are you?" My captor's voice cracked like a middle schooler's. I bit my lip to keep from laughing.Kylian's guy wasn't amused. "If you value your life, let her go," he said, dead serious.The wannabe snorted. "Oh, tough guy, huh? Bring it!" He puffed out his chest.I rolled my eyes. This guy couldn't even act his way out of a TikTok skit, let alone a hostage situation.Kylian's man took a step forward, and my "kidnapper" panicked. "One more step and I'll—I'll slit her throat!"Slow applause echoed from behind us.Lena sauntered into view, clapping. "Wow. Five stars. Really thrilling stuff."The kidnapper dropped the act entirely. "Uh... Miss, did I scare you?" he asked, grinn
I was stunned.Lena, ever the doctor, wasn't about to rely on guesswork or theories.She grabbed my hand, her expression soft but resolute. "Rea, you need to move on. Hayden was incredible, but he's gone. Holding on like this isn't good for you—or for him."Her eyes dropped to the ring on my finger. "You and Jace used to go to monastery services, right? You've heard the saying—when someone who's passed is held onto too tightly, they can't find peace or move on."At the end of science lies superstition. I didn't dismiss her words outright; my mom used to tell me the same thing when I was little."Rea, let him go. Live your life—really live it. That's the best way to honor him."It wasn't about not being able to let Hayden go—it was the unanswered questions surrounding his death that refused to leave me alone.For the first time, I felt like Lena didn't get it. I couldn't blame her, though. Anyone else in her position would've thought the same thing—that I was just stuck on Hayden
My heart skipped a beat. "Did someone die?" I asked instinctively."No... It's not that," Wayne replied. I let out a breath of relief.At least no one was dead. That meant it wasn't a catastrophe."All the lights just stopped working," he said.I glanced out the window at the glittering city skyline. "The lights all went out at once?""Yes, everything. It all went dark suddenly. The technicians have already checked—it's not a power outage, the wiring is fine, and the equipment is operational. But there's no lighting effect," Wayne explained, his frustration coming through loud and clear.His words left me equally frustrated. I didn't know much about lighting systems, but I did know one thing: the entire design and post-production of the park's lighting had been Hayden's work.If only he were here.But there were no "if onlys" in life."Are all the lights completely off?" I asked, slipping on my shoes."No, they're... white," Wayne said, catching me mid-step."White?" I repea
“To put it simply, when I’m with him, my heartbeat isn’t the same. I know what that means. But our relationship is what it is. Even if there’s no blood relation, it’s still not possible,” Lena admitted, finally revealing her feelings. Her ties and concerns all revolved around Aaron’s identity. “What if he could handle everything? Including your parents and grandparents?” Keira pressed further. Lena gave a bitter smile. “And could he stop others from gossiping?” “Are you living for others? Who doesn’t talk about others, and who hasn’t been talked about behind their back?” Keira tried to reason with her. “Rea, humans are social creatures. It’s impossible not to care what others think,” Lena sighed, blowing at her bangs and sending them flying upward. At that moment, Nina ran over, her face brimming with joy. “I found a drawing on a leaf!” She held up a leaf and pointed to it. “Doesn’t this look like a turtle lying down?” She wasn’t wrong—it really did look like a turtle.
Keira knew Sasha had no ill intentions, but what about others? In this society, there were very few who genuinely wanted the best for you. Even if they wished you well, they rarely wanted you to do better than them. Had she been too high-profile lately? Did she provoke envy and jealousy? Actually, she hadn’t done anything to promote herself—not even for this little courtyard. But she couldn’t control the guests who came here and spread the word. Maybe the stalker Hayden mentioned showed up because of this. Sasha only left in the afternoon, but Nina refused to go no matter what. She insisted on staying with Keira. Since Keira had already promised to take her out to play, she let her stay. Besides, Nina was well-behaved and not mischievous. Her lively energy brought a unique vitality to the courtyard. When Lena arrived, Nina stood at the entrance and greeted her adorably, “Welcome!” “Oh my, where did this little beauty come from? Is your boss hiring child laborers now?
After Keira's checkup, Hayden returned. The first thing Keira did was look him over from head to toe, relieved to find he hadn’t acquired any new injuries. “Did you get anything out of him?” “He confessed he was broke and was looking to steal some money,” Hayden replied. “That simple?” Lena was skeptical. Keira doubted it too, and judging by Hayden’s expression, he wasn’t convinced either. She looked at him, seeking confirmation. “Do you think that’s all there is to it?” “This man does have a prior record of theft and robbery,” Hayden said. “I let him go but had someone tail him. We’ll investigate further by tracking his contacts.” With that, he took the checkup report from Lena. Lena explained, “It’s nothing serious, just pregnancy-related. Make sure she gets foot massages, soaks her feet, and avoids standing too much.” After the checkup was completed, Keira arranged for Lena to visit them later at the courtyard and left with Hayden. - When they arrived at the courty
“What happened? Did you get into a fight?” That was Keira's first reaction upon seeing Hayden’s injury. Lena glanced at his wound. “Come over and sit down. I’ll take care of it for you.” “It’s nothing,” Hayden brushed off the offer and turned to Keira instead. “You were right. Someone was watching us from the courtyard.” Keira's heart skipped a beat. “What? Did they follow us to the hospital?” “Yes, I caught them. I’ll get to the bottom of this soon.” A cold, menacing glint flashed in Hayden’s eyes—something Keira hadn’t seen in a long time. The fact that he was injured meant whoever had been following them wasn’t ordinary. A shiver ran down Keira's spine. But at least they’d caught the person. “How’s the checkup? Is everything okay?” Despite the situation, Hayden’s first concern was still his wife. Knowing he had just dealt with the stalker, Keira decided not to mention the additional tests Lena had ordered. “It’s fine. With Lena here, what could possibly go wrong?”
Aaron had a knack for handling people, never revealing all his cards at once. "I'm pursuing Lil' Lena," he said calmly. Ron's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. A few seconds later, he finally reacted, and everything became clear. Lena had asked him to play the role of her boyfriend. Out of respect for her privacy, he hadn’t pried into the reason. Later, he’d asked Hayden, who simply told him to go along with it and not ask too many questions. Now he understood—it was because Aaron was pursuing her. “You’re already aware of my situation with her,” Aaron continued. “This process won’t be smooth, so it’s a good idea for her to use you as a stand-in boyfriend for now.” Ron understood perfectly. His role was to act as a cover, fooling the fake mother-in-law like yesterday while giving Aaron and Lena space to start a secret relationship. This was precisely Aaron’s plan. He wanted Lena to first accept him, to spend time together, and build their connection before
This question—"Willing?"—kept echoing in Lena’s mind. It haunted her so much that she spent yet another sleepless night. Her answer was clear: she couldn’t. She knew Aaron had made his move and wouldn’t give up easily. But she simply couldn’t agree. And if she didn’t say yes, there was nothing he could do about it. Besides, she truly saw him as her younger uncle—there was no way she could see him as a boyfriend. “Dr. Lane, not sleeping well lately?” the hospital director asked as soon as he saw her. One glance, and he could tell she looked exhausted. “A bit of insomnia,” Lena admitted honestly. “Is it because you don’t have a boyfriend? Want me to introduce you to a few?” The director, ever so responsible, even took it upon himself to worry about her personal life. Lena glanced at the sparse hair on his head and chuckled. “Director, I’ll find someone myself. No need for you to concern yourself.” Aaron hadn’t gotten an answer from her, nor had he pursued her aggressively
"I've thought about it, and I have a plan. I’ll make them accept it. This is something I need to consider. You don’t have to worry," Aaron said with a tone of responsibility. Lena fell silent. A few seconds later, she replied, "Even if they accept it, I can't... Uncle, I’ve always seen you as my uncle and never felt anything else." Ron’s apartment was on the fifth floor, giving Lena a clear view of his face. His expression was slightly tense as he continued looking up at her. Though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could still feel the depth of emotion in them, and the loneliness he must have felt after being rejected. Lena lowered her gaze, unable to watch any longer. "Uncle, we have such a good relationship, don’t ruin it, please." "Do you know how many years I’ve liked you?" Aaron suddenly asked. Lena’s heart skipped a beat. How many years had he liked her? Did that mean he’d had feelings for her all along? But he had never mentioned it, and she had never sensed it. He
"Cough, cough..." Lena started coughing uncontrollably as Ron casually spoke. Even a real son-in-law wouldn’t start calling his girlfriend’s mother "Mom" right away, let alone someone pretending to be one. Lena stared at him blankly, and Ron winked at her with a gesture that seemed to say "Don’t worry." He then turned to speak to Briana on the phone. "Mom, I’ve been with Lena for a few months now. She’s been too shy to introduce me to you because she was afraid you wouldn’t approve of me... Yes, yes, we’re basically an underground couple." Lena rolled her eyes in disbelief. What kind of nonsense was this? She tried to grab his phone, not wanting to hear any more of his fabrication, but Ron dodged and continued speaking to Briana. "Mom, I’m really her boyfriend, not fake... Otherwise, why would she be here with me so late at night, right?" Ron certainly had a way with words, and Lena realized that asking him to pretend to be her boyfriend might be the best decision she’d made
Lena took a deep breath. As expected, her mother was not going to let this slide, but she still didn’t give up and continued testing her. "So why is it okay for others but not for me?" Briana scoffed. "If you’re looking for a man ten years older, are you looking for a husband or another father? And if you want someone younger, they’re not even of legal age yet—are you planning to take advantage of them? And what’s with all this talk about uncles or cousins? You want your dad and me to jump into the river?" Lena deflated. If she were to really get together with Aaron, they wouldn’t need to jump into a river—their blood pressure would probably be enough to do them in. "Lena, have you done something that goes against ethics and morals?" As sharp as ever, her mother quickly turned the tables and started questioning her. "What are you talking about? What could I have done? You tell me," Lena denied with all the confidence she could muster. Briana didn’t believe her. "Really? If yo