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
I muttered a half-hearted reply and headed for the meeting room without bothering to ask who was waiting."Wait up," Ron called after me. "That model from yesterday—he's seriously not Hayden.""I know," I said, biting the edge of my coffee cup. "I buried him myself."Ron just nodded and let me go. That's when I saw who was waiting inside.Jace.His eyes fixed on me like he was trying to read my mind.Too bad for him, I was in a great mood today. For the first time in weeks, I'd actually put on makeup. Heck, I'd even looked in the mirror before leaving and thought, 'Dang, I look good.'Even the pain in my injured leg decided to chill out. Walking didn't hurt for once."You're late," Jace broke the silence as he checked me out, his tone super casual."Yeah, but my boss is cool. No pay dockings here," I shot back. His face froze for a second.Back at RiverwaveCorp, being late meant fines, CEO's fiancée or not."I called yesterday, but you didn't answer. I even swung by your pla
I stared at Jace's face—so familiar, so tangled up in my past. How was I supposed to see him as a stranger?But he needed to drop the idea. Forcing a faint smile, I said, "I already do."His hand trembled against mine before I pulled away, stood up, and walked out.Later, I skimmed the file he'd sent me. It matched what Cole told me the day before, with extra details about Xander's family. Clearly, Jace wanted me to know one thing: Xander wasn't Hayden.When I finished reading, I laughed.Around noon, I called Cole back. Maybe he was salty I'd ignored him last night because he didn't pick up.Whatever. I didn't bother calling again.That evening, I headed to DracoLux. This time, I went straight to the lobby manager. "I'm here to see Cole. Tell him Ms. Kay is looking for him.""Right this way, Ms. Kay!" The manager practically tripped over himself to help me—Cole had clearly prepped them for my arrival.Smart move on his part. He probably figured I was digging for dirt and want
First thing I did? Check Xander over. No blood, no cuts, but his face was pale—scared pale.Hayden wouldn't have looked like that, I thought before I could stop myself. Yeah, just one more reminder—Xander wasn't him.Still, that didn't mean I could just bounce and leave him there. I stepped through the mess, crunching glass under my high heels, and stopped at his side. "What happened?"Xander didn't answer, just stared at me. Disgust flickered in his eyes.Before I could say anything else, one of the big guys barked, "Who the hell are you?"Another guy yanked him back, whispering, "She's with the Johnston family."The first guy squinted at me like I was under a microscope, then sneered. "Didn't Jace Johnston already ditch her?"God, how gross.And yet, Jace had the gall to think we could start over? If I did go back, this? This ridicule would never stop."Keira Kay," I said, my voice sharp. "And he's with me. Whatever he did, I'll handle it.""Handle it? Who even are you?" th
Thinking back, something about today felt... off. I hadn't been to DracoLux in days, but the second I show up, Xander's there, and chaos breaks loose? Yeah, no way that's a coincidence. Someone had to be pulling strings.I spotted the guy from earlier—my ashtray victim—lingering in the parking lot. Stepping in front of him, I snapped, "Talk. Who sent you to start this mess?"His face was still smeared with blood. It might've freaked me out once, but these days? Not so much. Guess I'd grown tougher than I realized."I-I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, though his panicked eyes said otherwise.Look, violence isn't ideal, but let's be real—it gets results. One ashtray to the face, and suddenly this guy had a whole new attitude.I glanced around the dim parking lot, a chuckle slipping out.He flinched. "Ms. Kay, please—don't make this harder than it has to be.""It's not hard. You tell me the truth, I leave. Easy, right?" I said, fixing my gaze on him.His panic
"Returning the favor."Xander's reply was blunt, and I immediately caught the hint of that earlier misunderstanding he had about me."So, you just happened to show up when I was in danger? Should I be suspicious you staged the whole thing?" I shot back, using his own accusation against him.He didn't flinch, his eyes fixed on the road. "I'm sorry. I was wrong about you."Wait—what? I froze. He'd figured it out that fast?"Earlier, I overheard that fat guy on the phone. Today's setup was orchestrated by Wayne Johnston of RiverwaveCorp."I froze. That guy had clearly mentioned Jace..."You don't believe me?" He glanced my way briefly. "I recorded it."Without missing a beat, he handed me his phone. The screen lit up, and I tapped the recording.[Boss, it's done. Ms. Kay thinks it was Jace Johnston...]My hand trembled slightly, but it wasn't fear—it was disbelief. Wayne had really gone this far?It all added up now. Jace refusing to let me go must've pushed Wayne to the edge,
A sharp sting snapped me back."Ow!" I flinched, trying to pull my hand away, but Xander's grip didn't budge."Stay still," he said, his voice low, calm—soft, even. "It'll be over in a second."This guy. His mood swings were wilder than a summer storm, and I was no closer to figuring him out.The nurse worked quickly, skilled and efficient. In no time, she pulled out a glass shard and held it up like a trophy. "See? It's pretty big. If you hadn't gotten this out, it would've just kept hurting, stuck like that."I stared at the shard, trying to remember when I could've gotten it. It must've been when I smashed that ashtray earlier.The nurse disinfected my wound and wrapped it with a bandage. Just like that, I was done. Good to go."Thank you," Xander said to the nurse and finally released my hand.I pulled it back awkwardly, staring at the bandage for a beat before looking at him. "What about you?""What about me?" Xander blinked, then caught on. "I'm fine. Not a scratch."Ok
I stood close enough that my voice dropped to a soft, teasing lilt. It was on purpose—I wanted to see how far I could push him.They say men are terrible at resisting a little flirting. Time to test the theory."Your place," I murmured, adding just enough suggestion.But Xander didn't even blink. Cool as ever, he stepped back, putting a safe gap between us. "Let's go to yours."It was almost irritating how unshakable he was, like Hayden had been when we first met. Always calm, always in control, no matter how hard I tried to trip him up.I took him back to my apartment, and while he got to work in the kitchen, I stayed in the living room, stealing glances at him.He tied on the apron Hayden used to wear. The way he moved—washing, chopping, everything methodical and precise—it hit me like déjà vu. For a split second, it felt like Hayden was right there.I let myself believe it, just for a moment.But then reality crept in like always, poking holes in my fantasy, and the cycle st
"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