By the time I'd calmed down enough to function, I freshened up in the restroom and headed straight for the airport. Ron wasn't kidding about cutting it close—the plane had already landed by the time I got there.Tall, probably over six feet, rocking an unbuttoned black dress shirt under a matching vest, paired with tailored black slacks. He gave off major celebrity vibes, the kind where people turn to stare without even realizing they're doing it.I plastered on my polite-work-smile and stepped up. "Hi, I'm Keira Kay from OceanixCorp. Mr. Shane had an emergency, so he asked me to pick you up," I said, offering a handshake."Aaron Ace," he replied, shaking it briefly. "Give me a second. I need to grab my checked luggage.""I'll come with you," I said, falling into step beside him toward baggage claim.That's when I saw them—Lena and Nate.Even without context, it was obvious what was happening. The way they walked, hand in hand, with just one suitcase between them, said it all. Na
Oh, there was definitely some drama between Aaron and Lena, and there was no way I was missing it.Lena didn't even try to hide it. She let out a long sigh and spilled about how Aaron had walked in on her and Nate together."Nate meeting my parents definitely has something to do with Aaron," she muttered.I snorted. "What, does Nate see Aaron as competition? Seriously, he's your uncle.""Who knows? Guys can get so jealous, they'd side-eye a lamppost for standing too close," she shot back."Honestly, that just proves he's mad about you," I teased, thinking about Nate's dramatic goodbye kiss with her at the airport.Love, I thought. It's not just about losing someone forever—it's the slow burn of being apart, even when they're still alive.Lena went quiet, and I realized I might've hit a nerve. Time for a subject change."Hey, there's this human light show thing happening at work," I said, smirking. "We brought in male models so hot, they make A-list celebs look like background e
Everyone froze. No one thought Tanya had it in her to be the manager, but when I started clapping, they awkwardly joined in.Standing next to me, Tanya soaked up the mix of shocked and half-hearted applause. I could tell she was holding her breath, like this was her big moment—the one she'd been waiting forever for.She was the comeback queen, climbing up only to get knocked down again and again. But here she was, finally at the top. I could see the fire in her, the need to prove herself. That drive was exactly what I wanted—needed, actually. But only if I could control it.I wanted to push her until that fire burned too hot, until she'd take risks that'd play right into my hands."Let's hear from Ms. Twain," I announced, nudging her into the spotlight.Tanya hesitated, nerves clear as day, but she wasn't stupid. She pulled herself together and gave a solid speech.Once the ceremony wrapped up, I led her to the manager's office. Of course, I took the main seat, leaving her to sta
I glanced up, spotting an elderly couple shuffling in, hand in hand, their faces tight with worry.The desk officer was about to stand when I beat him to it. "Mr. Yule, Mrs. Yule."They turned toward me, startled. Mrs. Yule's face lit up, a brief flicker of joy breaking through the tension. "Narelle..." she started."She's not Narelle," Mr. Yule cut in gently, pulling her back. His tone was steady, but the heartbreak in his eyes was unmistakable.Mrs. Yule's joy shattered instantly, replaced by a deep sadness that made my chest ache. I stepped closer, trying to ground them. "Mr. Yule, Mrs. Yule, what's going on? Are you here to file a report?"I had stolen the officer's line, but he stepped in professionally anyway. "If you're here to report something, please follow me."But they didn't move. Instead, Mr. Yule started explaining, "For the past few days, someone's been banging on our door, yelling that if we don't behave, they'll hurt us badly."The words hit like a slap, and I s
"Huh?" Mr. Yule blinked at me, surprised, then turned to his wife. After a moment, he nodded. "Alright, thank you, R-Rea.""It's really no trouble. Honestly, I've been meaning to visit you," I admitted, guilt creeping in. Wade had given me their address weeks ago, but I kept putting it off.Now, I couldn't help but wonder if things might've been different if I'd reached out sooner. Maybe they wouldn't have spent days terrified before finally going to the police.The drive to their home was quiet, neither of them saying much. But I felt Mrs. Yule's eyes on me, and it wasn't just a glance. She was searching for something, seeing me through the lens of her memories of Narelle.When we arrived, I insisted on walking them up to their apartment. I needed to make sure they were safe.Mr. Yule stopped near the front door, pointing to a spot on the ground. "See those cigarette butts? They're from the guy who's been harassing us.""Don't touch anything," I said firmly. "Leave it exactly li
Mr. Yule set the tea down and walked over to the old photo on the wall. "This is my family portrait," he said softly. "I'm the only one left now.""Family portrait?" I asked, pointing to the little girl in the red dress. "She's part of your family too?""That's my younger sister. She was two when we took this photo," Mr. Yule replied, his voice heavy with sorrow."Where is she now?" My breath hitched as unease crept in. Was I wrong about the connection I thought I'd found?For a moment, Mr. Yule just stared at the picture. My chest tightened. "Mr. Yule?" I prompted."She went missing," he finally said, his voice trembling. "She disappeared the same day this picture was taken."My heart raced. "Missing? How? What happened?" My hand darted out, clutching his sleeve as if that could steady the whirlwind in my mind.His eyes stayed glued to the photo. "It was supposed to be a happy day. After this photo, my parents had a keychain made from it—turned it into a necklace for her. We we
The moment I called him "Uncle," his face crumpled, and he just lost it—tears streaming down his cheeks as he broke down right in front of me."He always said Narelle looked like her aunt. Now I see why you and Narelle resemble each other so much," Mrs. Yule said, stepping out of the kitchen with watery eyes. She came over, gripping my hand like she wasn't planning to let go.I pulled them both into a hug. From now on, it'd be the three of us.That was also when I learned their names: Damien and Abby.I brought them to my parents' gravesite. Someone—probably Matthew or his family—had left a bouquet of fresh flowers there. The irony wasn't lost on me. They were the reason my parents were gone, and now they wanted to play the remorse card with flowers? Like that could erase what they did.My parents wouldn't forgive them. How could they? They lost everything—their lives, their chance to see me grow up.Uncle Damien and Aunt Abby stood frozen in front of my mom's picture, crying lik
The silence of the night made the feeling ten times worse.A cold shiver crawled up my neck, and before I knew it, I was running.I didn't stop until I reached the car waiting at the curb. The driver glanced at me, out of breath and wide-eyed, and chuckled. "You didn't need to run—I'm not in a hurry."Neither was I. I was just scared out of my mind.I turned back to look at the alley I had just sprinted from. It was empty. Nothing there.But those footsteps—clear as day—had followed me. Someone had been there.Now, sitting in the safety of the car, I regretted not turning around earlier, not confronting whatever it was.The first thing I did was call Lena. After hearing me out, she laughed. "Sounds like you ran into a ghost in the middle of the night."A ghost? Yeah, right.I was about to tell her how ridiculous that sounded when she added, "Or maybe it was a perverted ghost."Okay, fine. Dim alleys and late nights were a setup for creeps, not ghosts. But if it was some stalk
"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