Hayden?It had to be him. That same silhouette I'd seen in the alley that night.Last time, I blew it—I fell and missed my chance. Not this time. I stepped forward...and forgot about my busted knee. Yep, down I went, crashing straight to the floor."Wow, if you wanted me to catch you, you could've just asked," Cole quipped, smirking as he helped me up.I ignored him, my focus glued to the stage. Without thinking, I yelled, "Turn on the lights!"The models froze mid-rehearsal, and the backstage area stayed pitch black."I said, turn on the lights!" My voice was louder, desperate.Ron walked in just then, eyebrows raised. "What's happening? Turn on the lights, now!"His tone worked like magic. The lights flooded on, way too bright, making everyone blink like deer in headlights—including me.But I didn't care. My gaze darted from face to face until it landed on the one in the center.Hayden.The face I'd dreamed of, cried over, whispered "I miss you" to in the dark. Right there
"Two years?" I repeated, my stomach sinking further.Hayden had only been gone a few months. There was no way this could be him.But why did he look so much like Hayden?Was it just some weird coincidence? Or was it something more, like the unsettling resemblance between me and Narelle?I stared at the guy, my thoughts spiraling. I didn't even notice Wayne had shown up until he spoke."You don't look so good. Feeling sick?" Wayne asked, his sharp eyes picking up on my obvious disarray."She's injured," Cole cut in smoothly, his tone just a little too pointed.Of course, when Cole said "injured," he wasn't just talking about my knee. He totally brought that Hayden lookalike here on purpose, knowing exactly how it'd mess with me."She scraped her knee pretty bad," Ron chimed in, acting like my unofficial spokesperson.With these two around, I didn't even need to open my mouth.Wayne's brows knitted together as he crouched beside me. Before I could pull away, his hand shot out,
"Rea, what's with the wheelchair?" Jace's voice cut through the chatter.I turned to see him walking over with Aaron.Jace rocked a crisp white shirt, while Aaron was in all black. Total opposites, but together? They had that annoying "main character energy" that turned heads."Wow, look at that," Lena muttered. "Everyone decided to show up today."No kidding. All this fuss over a light show? Wild.But I knew why Lena was snippy—Aaron. She'd rather choke on her coffee than deal with him, but since he was a client here for the event, we had to play nice.Jace came up fast, his eyes locking on my legs. "Where are you hurt?""It's just a scraped knee. Chill, I'm fine," I said, trying to downplay it.Jace wasn't buying it. "Yeah, sure. Totally fine in a wheelchair?"Lena jumped in before I could answer. "Oh, that's on your brother. He freaked out, said if she didn't use the chair, he'd carry her instead. So, here we are."She smirked, totally owning the moment. Jace's face darken
Lena flashed a sly grin. "Wow, so uptight. Won't even let me touch you, huh, handsome?"Xander didn't miss a beat. "Apologies, miss. We're performers, not escorts. Please behave yourself." His voice was firm but polite.She raised an eyebrow but knew when to back off. "Alright, Mr. Manners." Still, she wasn't done grilling him. "How old are you?""Twenty-nine."Lena nodded, tilting her head as she studied him. "And your height?""Six feet and a quarter inch."She squinted, clearly calculating his proportions. "College?""Yes," he said without hesitation. "Wellington Institute of Technology. I majored in Artificial Intelligence."Lena clicked her tongue, her expression practically screaming what a waste. "AI's a big deal these days," she said, her tone slightly snarky."This is just a side job," Xander said smoothly, throwing me for a loop.Wait, what? He had a solid career and moonlighted as a male model in a nightclub?Compared to him, I couldn't help but feel a little... i
"Why are you so freaked out by your Uncle Aaron? Did you, like, do something sketchy to him or what?" I teased Lena as she slowed the wheelchair down.She didn't answer. I tilted my head back to look up at her. "Oh my God, you did do something!""Can we not talk about this?" Lena muttered, which, let's be real, was as good as a confession.I tapped her hand on the wheelchair handles. "Wait—lemme guess. You couldn't resist his hotness and crossed some kind of line?"She smacked me lightly on the head. "Shut up! He's my uncle!""Then why do you get all flustered whenever he's around?" I pressed. I mean, Lena wasn't exactly the type to get rattled easily."Fine. Once, I accidentally walked in on him showering, okay?"I froze, then smacked her hand. "No way! Where? How much did you see? Wait—did you see, like, everything?""Can we please drop it?" she said, eyes squeezed shut like that'd make me stop."What do you think?" I shot back, grinning like a maniac.Lena let out a dramat
"He's not over it yet, even if you are," Lena said. "Right now, his head's probably a total mess."Lena always had a knack for cutting to the truth.Aaron finally took his seat just as the light show started, and wow—it was next-level. Fifty minutes of stunning effects, each one unique.The finale? That was pure magic. The human light performance had the whole crowd hooked, showcasing just how cutting-edge OceanixCorp's work really was.When the models ended by forming our company logo, the applause was deafening."Such a creative and refreshing display," Aaron said, the perfect polished client. "The human light show was a standout.""That was all Ms. Kay from marketing," Ron said, giving credit where it was due.Every eye turned to me as the clapping grew even louder. I nodded, keeping it cool.And then Cole—because of course, Cole—jumped in with a smirk: "Brilliant concept, no doubt, but let's not forget the real stars here—our male models.""Absolutely," I replied smoothly.
Cole chuckled, waving Xander forward. "You tell me. Or do you need to look closer to figure it out?"Xander stepped closer, stopping just shy of Jace and Wayne. At this distance, they could see everything—every line, every feature, every little detail.And so could I. My breath hitched, and that voice deep in my chest screamed louder than ever: He was Hayden."You've really gone all out for this. Where'd you dig up someone like him?" Jace sneered.Cole's smile didn't waver. "Fate," he said casually, then turned to me. "Wouldn't you agree?"I didn't bite. My eyes stayed on Xander, searching, digging past the surface, desperate for even the faintest sign that he was Hayden."Xander," Cole said, finally cutting to the chase, "Ms. Kay has taken quite the liking to you. She wants to keep you. What do you say?"Xander's answer was sharp and direct. "Mr. Drago, you know my rules. I don't provide those kinds of service."The implication landed hard. Wayne and Jace's faces darkened imme
I wasn't sure if Jace was actually going to throw a punch, but standing there felt like its own kind of humiliation. Without saying a word, I spun on my heel and walked off, ditching the wheelchair for good."What a waste of oxygen," Lena snapped at the crowd before rushing over to help me.Once we were clear, she blurted out, "Rea, didn't he have a mole on his neck? Could he have had it removed? Did you check for scars?"Her question made it obvious—she still didn't believe Xander wasn't Hayden. I mean, that face was way too similar to his.I shook my head. I hadn't believed it either, at first. I'd touched his neck, searching for anything—a scar, a clue, something—but there was nothing.Lena caught my expression and frowned. She helped me sit down and asked again, "So, what do you think? Is it him or not?"I hesitated. Sometimes your gut knows what your eyes can't, especially when anything can be faked these days."I don't know," I admitted quietly.At first, I was so sure he
"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