Aaron and Hayden working together? Lena couldn't wrap her head around it.She tried to figure out how it happened, but no matter how she turned it, the puzzle pieces didn't fit."I met Hayden four years ago," Aaron said, almost like he could read her mind.His voice was deeper now, smoother, like it had aged with him. Back then, it had been rough around the edges, just like him.They say wine gets better with age. Guess men do, too."Back then, I was being blackmailed by some foreigners," Aaron started. "When I refused to pay, they came after me. Things got ugly, and they nearly killed me. Hayden's the one who saved my life."Lena froze. He'd never mentioned this—not to her, not to her mom, not even to their grandparents. All she'd ever heard about his time abroad were the headlines: success stories, promotions, starting his own company. Nothing about struggles, let alone life-threatening ones.He'd hidden the bad and only shared the good."Hayden took me to the hospital," Aaro
It had been years since she'd been this close to him—close enough for him to ruffle her hair, like when she was a kid.***Lena and I barely slept that night. The tension was unbearable.We weren't the only ones. Lindey stayed in the mourning hall all night, ignoring Jace's repeated attempts to get her to rest.Wayne? Completely MIA. At one point, Lena even joked he might've bailed for good.But I knew better. Wayne had burned every bridge; running wasn't his style. Another shady move? Totally possible.We needed proof—something solid to bring him down."Rea, you up?" Lindey's voice came from behind my door.I got up to open it. "Yeah?"She smiled faintly. "Come eat. You'll need energy for today."She was wearing an apron. Cooking? Now?Lena raised a brow. "What if she poisoned the pancakes for Wayne's sake?"I smirked. "You're a doctor. You'll survive."Still confused, we went to the table. Wayne's spot was set, like he'd pop in any second."Wait for him?" I asked.Lind
"Now that everyone's here, let's begin," Jace said, his voice flat.He sounded detached, like he wasn't even part of the funeral, just some neutral bystander.Even with Matthew's death, Jace handled the funeral plans like clockwork—calm, precise, unaffected. It was almost unsettling how serene he seemed, like nothing could touch him anymore.Wayne stayed silent, and Hayden stood off to the side, blending in like he was just another Johnston family member. But we all knew better.Hayden had every reason to despise this family. The car crash that killed his dad? Matthew had orchestrated it.Maybe he could let go of hating the living, but honoring the dead? No chance.Seeing him so compliant next to Wayne was weird. It didn't sit right."Why's Hayden so... obedient? Did Wayne drug him or something?" Lena whispered, clearly on edge.How would I know? I wasn't psychic."Maybe Wayne's blackmailing him," I said, the only thing that made any sense."That guy's a snake," Lena muttered
It didn't matter why anymore.Jace said Lindey's death was on him and Wayne, but deep down, I knew I wasn't blameless either.She'd treated me like her own daughter, but I kept my distance, too wrapped up in the pain of losing my parents.Memories of her flashed through my mind—how she'd tried so hard to bring me back, sneaking me mini tarts, even making my favorite pumpkin custard this morning.She'd planned this. I could feel it.It was like someone ripped a hole in my chest, the cold cutting through me like knives.I'd resented her, sure. But I'd never hated her.I wanted to tell her that. But now, I never could. Even if I said it, no one would hear me.Wayne tightened his grip on Jace's collar, like he was about to unload, but then let go.Jace stepped to Lindey's side, kneeling beside her. He smoothed her face, wiping the blood from her lips."Mom, it's okay," he whispered. "Go be with Dad now."The funeral, set for 10:30, was delayed another hour. The Johnston living r
Illegal dealings?I'd been at the funeral the entire time, and so had Wayne. No one left, no one acted shady. But stuff like this doesn't play out in the open—it's always behind closed doors. Only the people involved would know.I glanced at Wayne. For just a moment, panic flashed across his face before he masked it. That reaction told me everything—something was definitely up.As the officers approached, everyone froze, holding their breath.The lead officer scanned the crowd briefly, then made a beeline for Jace.Technically, Wayne's the head of RiverwaveCorp now, but to most people, Jace is still the face of the Johnston family.The officer handed Jace a search warrant. "Mr. Johnston, we need to conduct a search."A search? Here? At a cemetery? Unless they planned to search everyone, what could they possibly want?"Alright," Jace said, unflinching."We need to inspect the coffin being buried," the officer announced.The crowd froze, shocked—everyone except Jace. His face s
I stared at Hayden, my mind spinning. I'd thought he was Wayne's hostage, but now? He wasn't just an accomplice—he'd turned on Lena.Why not take me instead? Was it because he couldn't bring himself to hurt me? Or was this some twisted plan to use Lena against us?The chaos around us stopped cold. Everyone froze, their eyes locked on Hayden. His icy glare swept the crowd, finally settling on Aaron."Mr. Ace," Hayden said sharply, his voice slicing through the silence. "You know what to do."Aaron was here too, though earlier he'd been attacked, kept from helping Lena. Now he stood frozen, his gaze fixed on her."Let her go," Aaron said. "I'll take her place.""You know what happens to people who waste my time," he said flatly. The warmth I once knew in his voice was gone, replaced by something cold and unrecognizable.I couldn't stay silent any longer. "Hayden, why are you doing this?" I yelled.He glanced at me—just for a second—before turning his attention back to Aaron, his
"Let go!" I snapped.But Wayne? He didn't even flinch.This—everything—was his fault. Fury burned through me, and before I could think twice, I slapped him. Hard.The sound snapped through the air."You're scum," I hissed, my voice shaking with fury.He'd stooped so low he even used his parents' coffin to pull off some shady deal. And Hayden? No way he'd hurt Lena unless Wayne forced his hand.Wayne just stood there, his cheek burning red from the slap. But instead of getting mad, he looked like he 'wanted' me to hit him."Say whatever you want," he said, his tone eerily calm. "Call me scum, a bastard—I don't care."I wanted to scream at him, to let every awful thing fly out of my mouth, but... I didn't. Not because I forgave him, but because he wasn't even worth wasting the energy."You can call me scum, a bastard. Fine. But I wasn't always this way." His voice shifted, quieter, almost haunted. "Do you remember what I was like when you first came to live with us?"I stayed s
Wayne actually pinned all the blame on me, like every messed-up thing he was doing now was my fault. Revenge, he called it."If you hate me that much, then take me instead. Torture me. Wouldn't that be easier?" I said, trying to shift his attention from Lena. I couldn't let her suffer because of me."I can't," Wayne replied, his tone chillingly indifferent. "Hurting you? I can't do that. Leaving you to live with your guilt? That's my way of torturing you."The words hit harder than I wanted to admit. Wayne always knew where to strike, and he didn't miss.I forced a cold, sarcastic smile, replaying his accusations in my head. "Well, then you seriously miscalculated. You're right—I don't have a conscience. I'm selfish and cruel, just like you said."I dumped a ten-year relationship without blinking and moved on like it was nothing. Do you really think I'd care about a friend?"Every word tasted bitter, but I made myself sound heartless. If he thought Lena mattered to me, the only w
"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