“Yes, I’ve already found an orphanage,” Wilfred said calmly. Karina was surprised. “You’ve already chosen one? I thought… weren’t we planning to build a new one?” Wilfred shook his head. “I gave it more thought. Building a new orphanage would cost a lot and wouldn’t easily gain people’s trust. It would also be hard to recruit new staff.” Finding a qualified director and caretakers was no small task. With the low pay and demanding nature of the work, very few people were willing to take on such a thankless job. “Coincidentally, there was an orphanage that recently shut down due to poor management. The caretakers, staff, and orphans it housed were left without a place to go. The former team wanted to crowdfund to reopen it but lacked sufficient support.” Karina’s eyes lit up as she listened. “So, you thought about helping them?” She beamed with excitement, cupping Wilfred’s face and planting a loud kiss on his lips. The smacking sound was surprisingly clear, and she
The proposal was quickly finalized, but the most crucial step was visiting the orphanage in person. Finding the time, Karina and Wilfred drove out together to see it. The location was decent, but the orphanage itself felt like a forgotten relic. Everything was old and worn down, like something out of a bygone era. The faded green gate was rusted, and the crumbling walls looked as if they might collapse at any moment. Karina was stunned when she saw the peeling paint on the walls. “How is a place like this still standing? Wouldn’t it be classified as a dangerous building?” she asked, unable to hide her shock. Just then, a woman in a wool coat stepped out. She heard Karina’s remark and offered a wry smile. “You’re not wrong. This orphanage was officially deemed unsafe back in the fall. But we have over thirty children here, along with a few caretakers and myself—a total of forty people. "If the building gets torn down, where would all of us go? The officials couldn’t come
Karina couldn’t help but admire the director. Once the director had composed herself, Karina expressed her wish to meet the children at the orphanage. The director agreed without hesitation. “Of course, I’ll take you to see them. But just so you know, there’s one child who’s a bit of an outlier. Please don’t take it to heart.” Karina was intrigued by the way the director shifted her tone mid-sentence, clearly singling out a particular child. Her curiosity about this boy was immediately piqued. They soon arrived outside a classroom. The caretakers had turned an unused room into a makeshift classroom since most of the children at the orphanage couldn’t afford school fees, and donations from kind-hearted people had been sparse for years. Not wanting the kids to miss out on basic education during their formative years, the caretakers took turns teaching classes. Peeking through the window, Karina hesitated to enter, not wanting to startle the children. She observed sil
Karina nodded to the caretaker to signal she understood. After the caretaker left, she approached Dylan’s desk. Squatting down to his level, she looked at Dylan, who was fully absorbed in his block puzzle. “I know how to put this together. Would you like me to teach you?” Dylan paused for a moment. Karina pretended not to notice. “It’s tricky, isn’t it? And it seems like this block is part of a set. Are there more pieces somewhere?” Dylan glanced at her, and Karina initially thought he would ignore her entirely. To her surprise, he responded. “Yes, there are… in the room.” The sentence was short, but it was enough to make Karina’s heart soar. Communication—even this little bit—meant there was hope. She followed him to his room to retrieve the rest of the blocks, and the two of them spent the entire afternoon building together. *Partway through, a caretaker brought in a meal, placing it on the table nearby. But Dylan barely glanced at the food, even as his s
The director was overjoyed. “This is all thanks to you, Miss Norman!” Karina waved it off humbly, taking a sip of water just as the aroma of lunch wafted in from outside. It was the children’s mealtime, and she had smelled it before many times. But this time, the scent made her stomach churn violently. Suddenly, she bolted toward the trash can, dry heaving a few times. The director rushed to her side, alarmed. “Miss Norman, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?” Karina started to respond but froze mid-thought. Her mind wandered to her menstrual cycle—wasn’t it late this month? As the idea crossed her mind, she instinctively placed a hand on her lower abdomen. Her period was always punctual, rarely delayed unless something unusual was happening. But this time… “Miss Norman, if you’re really not feeling well, maybe you should go to the hospital for a check-up,” the director said, snapping Karina out of her thoughts. She shook her head, assuring the director tha
Karina gasped, urging Wilfred to put her down immediately. Only then did he regain some composure. “Sorry, I forgot about your condition,” he said, visibly annoyed with himself for being so careless. Karina, however, didn’t seem too bothered. Although the first trimester required extra caution, it wasn’t as though being picked up was entirely off-limits. It just meant she needed to be more careful. After basking in their shared excitement, Karina suddenly thought of the orphanage. Her expression turned hesitant. “But now, in my condition… what about the orphanage?” Wilfred looked up at her. “Do you still want to go?” “Of course I do!” Karina replied without hesitation. The renovations weren’t complete, and she couldn’t just abandon the autistic boy she had been helping. She had put in so much effort. How could she give up halfway? But she was worried Wilfred might object. While he was silent, Karina started piecing together arguments to convince him, preparing t
At that moment, the smile froze on Karina’s face. “Kieran?” she said, disbelief etched into her voice as she stared at the man in the wheelchair. It was really Kieran Stone! Karina couldn’t even remember how long it had been since she had last seen him. If Kieran hadn’t appeared here today, she might have gone the rest of her life without thinking about him again. After all, that part of her past was too painful and tormenting to revisit. Kieran wheeled himself closer, as if to say something, but before he could, a sleek black car pulled up in front of Karina. The window rolled down, revealing Wilfred inside. Wilfred’s gaze briefly flicked to Kieran but didn’t linger. His focus was entirely on Karina. His voice was soft and gentle as he said, “Get in. Let’s go home.” Karina wasn’t surprised to see Wilfred. He had already mentioned over the phone that he was nearby. She cast one last glance at Kieran behind her. “You seem to be doing better now—clean, I assume,” she
The car came to a stop outside the Stone family home. Karina took a deep breath, unable to suppress the nervousness that crept up on her. Her anxiety peaked when Mrs. Stone opened the door. “It’s you?” Mrs. Stone’s expression twisted with displeasure, and without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away. Voices drifted from inside—it sounded like Mr. Stone was asking who had come. The conversation abruptly stopped as Karina stepped inside. Mr. Stone sat cross-legged on the sofa, his expression dark and unwelcoming. “Hmph, you’ve been gone so long, I thought you’d died somewhere out there. That would’ve been better—at least then you wouldn’t be back here to annoy us.” Mrs. Stone chimed in, her tone equally harsh. “Exactly! After everything you did to ruin us, just look at the state of this house now. We’ve been reduced to nothing!“If people didn’t know better, they’d think we were your sworn enemies in a past life instead of your foster parents!” Their wo
But instead of feeling touched, Vera’s first reaction was nausea. A wave of discomfort surged up from her stomach, and Vera’s face paled. She bolted for the bathroom. Caleb followed quickly. “Are you feeling sick?” “I don’t think so. I’ve been eating normally—nothing too heavy or weird lately.” Vera clutched her stomach, just as confused as he was. Then, a possibility flashed through her mind. Caleb clearly had the same thought. Without a word, he turned and walked into their bedroom, returning moments later with a pregnancy test. Vera looked at him, stunned. “When did you buy that?” He responded matter-of-factly, “Better safe than sorry.” Vera was momentarily speechless. Five minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. It was positive. They had only been married for three months. How did this happen so fast?Caleb, on the other hand, remained composed—at le
Of course, Vera wasn’t about to dump all her responsibilities on her assistant. That would be exploitation. She called her assistant into her office. “You’re twenty-five this year, right?” Her assistant blinked, confused. Wasn’t her age common knowledge? Why was Vera suddenly bringing it up? A thought struck her. Was this an arranged marriage situation? Her face immediately filled with silent refusal. “Miss Vera, I’m still young. I’m not thinking about marriage anytime soon.” Vera tapped her pen against the desk. “I’m not telling you to get married.” “Oh.” “I just want to offload some of the smaller daily tasks to you. You don’t have to run every minor document by me.”Her assistant instantly understood. A raise. After confirming she was on board, Vera gave her a salary bump and had her hire a few more assistants to distribute the workload. “If I don’t have time to handle everything, you guys will take care of it. If something’s too complicated, jus
Vera could sense danger the moment the conversation turned in this direction. Her father had never questioned her about married life, and she was lucky enough to avoid nosy relatives. But just because she hadn’t experienced it firsthand didn’t mean she hadn’t seen it happen to others. Without hesitation, she abandoned the half-folded pastry in her hands. “I... uh, need to use the restroom.” Before she could escape, Mrs. Smith caught her wrist. “You and Caleb aren’t getting any younger,” she said matter-of-factly. “You should start thinking about kids—make sure you’re putting in the effort, hmm?” Vera left the kitchen visibly drained. Mrs. Smith was a wonderful mother-in-law, the kind who treated Vera like her own daughter. Despite knowing Vera came from a well-off family, she had still gifted them a house as a wedding present. Of course, Caleb already owned a place, but his mother had insisted. “That’s your house. This is the home I’m giving you as a weddi
That undeniable possessiveness flickered in Caleb’s gaze—subtle yet impossible to ignore. It was the kind of look a powerful man might give his beloved in an old Hollywood film. And right now, the photographer felt like the unlucky bystander who had accidentally stumbled upon an intimate scene. His voice wavered slightly, caught up in his own imagination. “Mr. Smith, lift your eyes toward the camera.” Caleb’s sharp gaze flickered over, intense and commanding. The photographer instinctively pressed the shutter. They continued with several more poses, reviewing the shots as they went. Vera loved them all, but her favorite was still the vintage-inspired one. “How long until we get the final prints?” she asked. “Two to three days at most,” the photographer replied. “I’ll have them shipped directly to you.” Then, after a slight pause, he hesitated before making a request. “I actually have a personal favor to ask—would you both be open to letting us displa
Vera was tempted. They had already taken plenty of wedding photos—several sets at the island, more at the wedding itself. But this wasn’t just any photo studio. It was privately booked and known for being one of the most prestigious studios in the city. Appointments here were nearly impossible to get. The fact that Caleb had managed to secure a session meant he had gone to great lengths to make it happen. If they were just going to take ordinary wedding pictures, it would be a waste of an opportunity. Still, she wasn’t sure what kind of shoot she wanted. The photographer, understanding her hesitation, pulled out a sample album. “You can take a look at our past work. These are some of the styles we’ve done.” Flipping through the pages, Vera saw an array of stunning concepts—each picture more breathtaking than the last. Then, one particular set caught her eye. A Golden Age Hollywood theme.It was classic, nostalgic, and beautifully atmospheric. “Ca
After the wedding, Vera considered taking some time off for a honeymoon. But the thought quickly faded when she realized Caleb had been practically living at the hospital. With a sigh, she dismissed the idea. She was used to it, but to say she wasn’t disappointed would be a lie. Her assistant picked up on it. “Mrs. Smith, don’t you want to go on a honeymoon?” she asked one day. “One of my friends just got married, and she’s been obsessively researching destinations. “She even said a marriage without a honeymoon is already half a failure.” Vera froze mid-page, suddenly losing interest in the documents she had been reviewing. Her assistant hesitated, then offered a suggestion. “Why don’t you go visit Dr. Smith at work?“You seem… distracted. Maybe seeing him will help.” Vera snapped out of her daze, suddenly aware of how preoccupied she had been lately. It was embarrassing to admit, but she had been zoning out far too often—especially after coming hom
Whenever they did this in the past, Caleb always maintained some restraint. But tonight—he didn’t hold back at all. He took her from the bedroom to the bathroom, then back to the bed, his searing kisses trailing every inch of her skin. The next morning, even as she woke up, Vera could still feel the lingering traces of last night’s intoxicating pleasure. As expected, she ended up taking the day off. It wasn’t until two days later that she finally returned to work. *Everyone at the company had already prepared for this. The moment Vera walked into the office, she was greeted with knowing smiles and teasing remarks. “Congratulations, Mrs. Smith!” “Newlywed bliss, huh?” “Three whole days off? Someone had a good time.” It didn’t take a genius to figure out what she had been up to. Obviously, her married life was going exceptionally well—so well that she had completely abandoned work for it. Under the weight of their mischievous stares, Vera barely k
Yelena still hadn’t accepted Hunter, but he wasn’t giving up either and was relentlessly closing in on her. Knowing Yelena’s soft heart, Vera figured it was only a matter of time before she gave in. She let out a sigh. Her friend’s love life wasn’t something she could interfere with. Besides, Caleb had already given her a little inside scoop. “She came to the hospital for a follow-up a few days ago,” he had mentioned casually. “Hunter was the one who brought her.” Vera had clicked her tongue at the news. Yelena always seemed quiet and reserved, but apparently, she was full of surprises.*Time flew by in the blink of an eye.By mid-month, Caleb had rented out an entire vineyard and spent several days transforming it into the perfect wedding venue.When the day arrived, the celebration took place right there.The vineyard was sprawling and elegant, every bit as grand as any luxury hotel—if not better. Even the wine cellar remained untouched, stocked with years-
“Did you plan this from the start?” Vera narrowed her eyes, feeling like she had just walked into a carefully laid trap. “Mm.” Caleb smiled, then leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. Because yes—he had always been planning this. The biggest change in Vera’s life after the island proposal was the ring now sitting on her finger. It wasn’t just any ring. It was custom-made, something Caleb had specially ordered. She only found out by accident when she glanced at his phone one day and saw the purchase record. It had been ordered two months ago. Vera did the math and was stunned. He had been preparing for this long before she even started getting impatient. Her heart swelled with emotion. And as soon as Caleb’s parents heard that their son had finally proposed, they wasted no time pushing them to get the marriage license. *One day, Vera overheard Caleb’s mother lecturing him. “Your dad and I weren’t expecting much from you. With how much ti