Octavia squinted, her eyes slowly adjusting her surroundings as a heavy throbbing pulsated through her head. With a groan, she fluttered her eyelids open, revealing a stark white ceiling above her. Confusion crossed her face as she struggled to comprehend her surroundings, until the familiar voice of her friend, Jade, broke through the haze.
"Oh my goodness, thank goodness you're awake," Jade said, her voice laced with relief as she approached Octavia. As Octavia turned her gaze toward Jade, the reality of her situation began to sink in: she was in a hospital ward. "J-Jade," she murmured, confusion evident in her voice. "What’s going on? How did I end up here? My head is pounding." With a grimace, she carefully lifted herself to a sitting position, leaning against the headboard in an attempt to gather her thoughts. "We need to hurry, Octavia. We don't have much time," Jade insisted urgently, grasping her hand and locking eyes with her. Octavia's brows knitted together in bewilderment as she couldn't comprehend her words. "What do you mean? What time? What’s happening? Where are we going?" She bombarded Jade with questions, her mind racing to piece together how she had ended up in the hospital. Jade's frantic tone pulled Octavia from her thoughts. "It's Carl, Octavia. He’s about to arrest you for attempting to harm the woman carrying his child." The weight of Jade's words hit Octavia like a thunderbolt. "What?" She exclaimed in shock. Ignoring her reaction, Jade urged her again. "We have to leave, Octavia. You've been unconscious since last night. For all we know, he could be on his way here with the police right now. We must hurry..." "What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything!" Octavia shot back, annoyance flashing in her eyes. A memory of the blow from Carl that had knocked her unconscious flooded her mind, prompting her to ask, "How did you find me, Jade?" Jade hesitated, her voice thick with sympathy as she replied, "You’re fortunate you called me earlier, Octavia." Still dazed, Octavia waited for Jade to continue. "I found you..." Jade's voice trembled as she fought back the tears welling in her eyes. "I found you lying unconscious in a pool of blood outside Carl's mansion, last night..." She said, swallowing hard. "What?" Octavia's heart raced, shock coursing through her. "I’m so sorry, Octavia..." Painful tears welled in Octavia's eyes as disbelief and despair washed over her. "That’s impossible. Carl wouldn’t do that to me..." she protested, shaking her head in disbelief. "I’m so sorry, Octavia..." "You’re lying, Jade. He wouldn’t betray me like that. He loves me..." "He doesn’t, Octavia. He sees you as the murderer of his child. I’m sorry, but you need to let go... He's an asshole." "No, no," Octavia sobbed, her heart constricting with anguish as she struggled to breathe. Jade's tone was soft as she tried to sympathize with her. "I understand, Octavia, but we need to leave now unless you want to be jailed for a crime you didn’t commit." "She framed me! That bitch set me up! I didn’t do it!" Octavia cried, her voice heavy with grief. "I know, my love. It’s going to be alright," Jade said, wrapping her arms around Octavia and gently patting her back. "You’ll be okay..." Their moment of sorrow was interrupted as Doctor Franklin, who had treated Octavia the night before, entered the room with some documents in his hand. They broke their embrace as they noticed his presence. "Doctor Franklin," Jade greeted, turning to him while Octavia remained silent, lost in thought, a torrent of tears still streaming down her cheeks. "Miss Jade," he acknowledged with a nod before addressing Octavia, who still remained silent. "Miss Davis." Octavia sniffled at the sound of her name, slowly turning her tear-streaked face toward the doctor. "How are you feeling?" he inquired. Octavia responded with a brief nod, her gaze dropping once again. The doctor continued, "I’m pleased to see you’re recovering speedily. Thanks to Miss Jade, we managed to stop the bleeding before it worsened. Fortunately, your injuries didn’t affect your babies; they’re doing fine. I’ll have your medications..." "Wait! Hold up," Jade interjected, shock evident on her face, mirrored by Octavia's sudden attention to the doctor. "Is there a problem, Miss Jade?" Doctor Franklin asked innocently. Octavia was left speechless as Jade took charge of the inquiry of what they had just heard. Octavia had thought she was the one who misheard initially, but seeing Jade's similar reaction had her thinking otherwise. Jade continued. "Yes, there is, Doctor. You mentioned something about babies... what are you talking about? What did you mean by that?" She questioned with furrowed brows. The doctor’s expression shifted to confusion as he nodded, affirming his statement. "I did. Oh, I’m sorry. I assumed you were already aware of your pregnancy..." Jade interrupted. "Yes, we were aware she was pregnant, but it was confirmed a week ago that she had a miscarriage..." Doctor Franklin shook his head in disbelief. "No, that’s incorrect. This young woman is still pregnant with twins..." "Twins??" Octavia exclaimed, finally regaining her voice. She looked between bewildered Jade and the doctor. "What are you saying, Doctor? Am I really still pregnant? How is that possible?" "If you’d like, I can arrange for a scan to confirm," he offered, seeing they wouldn't believe him. "We would like that!" Jade replied eagerly. "Please, let’s do that right away." "Very well then. I’ll get my assistant and be back shortly," The doctor said before exiting the room, leaving them in a whirlwind of confusion. Once they were alone, Octavia turned to Jade, her face etched with anxiety. "What’s happening, Jade? How am I still pregnant? Could it be true?" "I have no idea either, my love. We’ll have to wait for the doctor to explain," Jade reassured her. "Everything will be okay, Octavia. Relax." Nodding slowly, Octavia felt her heart race as they awaited the doctor’s return. A few minutes later, he finally arrived with a nurse, and the scan was conducted immediately. As they examined Octavia’s belly, the screen displayed two tiny figures, nestled comfortably within her. Octavia covered her mouth in disbelief, tears streaming down her cheeks as she processed the sight of her babies. "I hope you can see for yourself, Miss Davis. Your babies are perfectly healthy. You never had a miscarriage. Congratulations..." Octavia sobbed quietly, her eyes glued to the screen. "We’re still having a baby—no, babies! This is unbelievable, Octavia!" Jade exclaimed, her excitement palpable. In stark contrast, Octavia remained silent, her mind racing as she grappled with the reality of her situation. This was a miracle. Despite everything, she was still pregnant. Tears of joy streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around her belly, realizing this could be the key to winning back Carl’s love.Are you out of your mind? You're actually going back to the same man who labeled you a murderer after everything you've been through?! Have you lost your senses, Octavia?" Jade exclaimed, her irritation palpable as they stepped out of the doctor's office.Octavia had just disclosed her intentions to win back her husband with the news, needless to say, Jade wasn't on board with the idea. Her frustration was evident.As they made their way toward the hospital garage, Octavia halted and turned to face Jade, attempting to defend her decisions."I have to do this. It will be okay, Jade. Carl only called me that because he believed I had a miscarriage. If he knows that wasn't the case, he'll apologize and reconsider his actions. He won't marry Kristine anymore... Please understand."Jade shook her head, disbelief etched on her face as she stared at her delusional friend. "This can't be real. You can't possibly go through with this... Have you lost your senses, Octavia? Don't you see? He doe
**FIVE YEARS LATER**"Emmalin," Octavia called out to the young woman in a waitress uniform stationed at the far end of the large kitchen. "Could you assist Tessa at Table 4? I sent her on an errand." Her voice held a note of urgency.The young woman, one of Octavia's employees, nodded curtly. "I’ve got it covered, ma'am.""Thank you," Octavia replied with gratitude before turning her focus back to the dough she was kneading. After a brief moment of work, she glanced at the ornate clock hanging on the wall and noted that it was a few minutes past 2 PM.A wave of relief washed over her as she realized Jana would soon be back with the kids from school. With that thought in mind, she shifted her focus to other tasks, aware that time was of the essence. As a business owner now; one who had achieved notable success, Octavia was determined to keep moving forward. She owned one of the largest and most popular restaurants in the city, a venture she shared with her partner, Nathaniel Griffin,
The clang of the kitchen door echoed sharply as Octavia stormed back inside, her breath uneven. The image of Carl holding Jason's tiny hand wouldn’t leave her mind. She braced herself against the counter, her knuckles whitening as she gripped its edge. Every fiber of her being screamed to go out there and grab her son away from the man who had no right to hold him. Yet, she froze, her thoughts spiraling into chaos.“Mommy?” Avery’s small voice broke through the haze.Octavia turned sharply to find her daughter standing a few feet away, clutching her favorite stuffed rabbit. Avery’s wide emerald eyes glimmered with concern, so much like Jason’s... and Carl’s.“Yes, sweetheart?” Octavia knelt, forcing calm into her tone.“Is Jason okay?” Avery asked, her voice trembling. “Why did he run off?”Octavia hesitated, unsure how to answer. Her eyes darted toward Nathaniel, who had walked in behind Avery. His gaze was steady, but the crease in his forehead betrayed his worry.“Jason’s fine,” Oc
Octavia shut the restaurant door with a sharp push, her hands trembling against the cold metal. Nathaniel stood silently beside her, his brow furrowed in thought. She avoided his gaze, instead staring at the door as if it could shield her from the storm brewing outside—and inside her own chest.“Octavia.” Nathaniel’s voice broke the silence, calm but firm.“Not now,” she replied, her voice low. Her thoughts were too tangled to let in his rationality.“Jason’s asking questions,” he said softly, tilting his head toward the kitchen where the twins were waiting.Her heart clenched. Jason’s innocent curiosity earlier echoed in her ears: “Do you know him?” The idea of Carl worming his way into her children’s lives sent a wave of nausea through her.She finally turned to Nathaniel, her jaw set. “I’ll handle it.”“You don’t have to do this alone.”She appreciated his support—she always had—but this wasn’t about Nathaniel. This was her mess, and she wasn’t going to let Carl unravel the life sh
Jason’s voice broke the uneasy silence in the kitchen. “Mommy, why didn’t you tell me he was my dad?”Octavia’s breath caught in her throat. The note Carl had slipped to Jason sat crumpled in her palm, but it might as well have been branded on her skin. She knelt to face her son, forcing herself to meet his questioning gaze.“Jason…” she began, her voice measured, though her heart raced. “Some things are complicated, and I wanted to wait until you and Avery were old enough to understand.”“But he already knows us,” Jason countered, his young mind grasping at fragments he didn’t fully understand. “He said he’s been looking for us.”Her lips parted, but no words came.Avery, sitting at the table with her stuffed rabbit, piped up, “Is he a bad guy, Mommy? You looked scared when you saw him.”Nathaniel stepped into the doorway, his presence grounding Octavia. He said nothing, but his eyes carried a silent offer of support. She nodded subtly, gathering strength.“Listen to me, both of you,
Octavia had not expected Kristine Stewart's return, but it did not surprise her. People like Kristine never actually disappeared; they simply waited for the right moment to strike.Jade's voice kept going in her head as she paced around her living room, the gravity of the conversation seeping in. "Octavia, she's been asking questions about you. She seemed to be piecing something together. "I'm not sure what, but it feels intentional."Kristine excelled in "Intentionality".The twins' laughter upstairs contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside Octavia's chest. She couldn't let Kristine drag her back into the chaos she had just escaped.Her phone vibrated. She took it from the coffee table, her breath seized as Carl's name flashed across the screen."What now?" she said before responding."Octavia," Carl said quickly, his tone tougher than normal. "We need to meet." Tonight."She sat down, clutching the phone more tightly. "Why? Is this about Kristine?"Yes," he admits. "I didn't reali
"Why did you tell me to come alone if you weren't planning to show up?" Octavia's voice trembled with controlled rage as she grabbed her phone tighter and walked near the park's deserted bench. The night air held an unsettling silence, which worsened her growing irritation.Kristine, on the other end, used a scornful, almost amusing tone. "Oh, I am here, dear. "Seeing you scurry around like a lost little lamb is far more entertaining than I expected."Octavia paused in her tracks, looking at her surroundings. "What do you want?" she demanded. "You've already taken enough."A loud laugh rang through the phone. "Oh, Octavia, it's not about what I took. This is roughly what I'm owed. And just now, I am more interested in what you have kept hidden."Her chest tightened. "If you're threatening me, don't bother. "I am not the same person you pushed around five years ago.""Good," Kristine said effortlessly. "Because neither am I. Let's just say I've figured out how to get what I want withou
It was a few minutes past 8 pm on a serene Friday when Octavia Davis arrived at her marital home, having been discharged from the hospital merely an hour ago. She had taken a cab down to the mansion unaccompanied, without any support from anyone. It's not like she had anyone anyway.Her billionaire husband, Carl Dawson, hadn't even visited her during her stay at the hospital following the miscarriage she had experienced a week before. Despite this absence, Octavia felt a flicker of hope and excitement as she stepped out of the cab and approached the imposing gate of Carl's mansion.She grimaced at the pain that radiated from her abdomen, struggling to keep her breaths steady as she navigated her way inside after passing the security check.Octavia was still physically weak. The emotional turmoil weighed heavily on her, to say the least, as this was the second time she had endured a miscarriage in her marriage. Though she couldn't comprehend why such fate had befallen her for a second
"Why did you tell me to come alone if you weren't planning to show up?" Octavia's voice trembled with controlled rage as she grabbed her phone tighter and walked near the park's deserted bench. The night air held an unsettling silence, which worsened her growing irritation.Kristine, on the other end, used a scornful, almost amusing tone. "Oh, I am here, dear. "Seeing you scurry around like a lost little lamb is far more entertaining than I expected."Octavia paused in her tracks, looking at her surroundings. "What do you want?" she demanded. "You've already taken enough."A loud laugh rang through the phone. "Oh, Octavia, it's not about what I took. This is roughly what I'm owed. And just now, I am more interested in what you have kept hidden."Her chest tightened. "If you're threatening me, don't bother. "I am not the same person you pushed around five years ago.""Good," Kristine said effortlessly. "Because neither am I. Let's just say I've figured out how to get what I want withou
Octavia had not expected Kristine Stewart's return, but it did not surprise her. People like Kristine never actually disappeared; they simply waited for the right moment to strike.Jade's voice kept going in her head as she paced around her living room, the gravity of the conversation seeping in. "Octavia, she's been asking questions about you. She seemed to be piecing something together. "I'm not sure what, but it feels intentional."Kristine excelled in "Intentionality".The twins' laughter upstairs contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside Octavia's chest. She couldn't let Kristine drag her back into the chaos she had just escaped.Her phone vibrated. She took it from the coffee table, her breath seized as Carl's name flashed across the screen."What now?" she said before responding."Octavia," Carl said quickly, his tone tougher than normal. "We need to meet." Tonight."She sat down, clutching the phone more tightly. "Why? Is this about Kristine?"Yes," he admits. "I didn't reali
Jason’s voice broke the uneasy silence in the kitchen. “Mommy, why didn’t you tell me he was my dad?”Octavia’s breath caught in her throat. The note Carl had slipped to Jason sat crumpled in her palm, but it might as well have been branded on her skin. She knelt to face her son, forcing herself to meet his questioning gaze.“Jason…” she began, her voice measured, though her heart raced. “Some things are complicated, and I wanted to wait until you and Avery were old enough to understand.”“But he already knows us,” Jason countered, his young mind grasping at fragments he didn’t fully understand. “He said he’s been looking for us.”Her lips parted, but no words came.Avery, sitting at the table with her stuffed rabbit, piped up, “Is he a bad guy, Mommy? You looked scared when you saw him.”Nathaniel stepped into the doorway, his presence grounding Octavia. He said nothing, but his eyes carried a silent offer of support. She nodded subtly, gathering strength.“Listen to me, both of you,
Octavia shut the restaurant door with a sharp push, her hands trembling against the cold metal. Nathaniel stood silently beside her, his brow furrowed in thought. She avoided his gaze, instead staring at the door as if it could shield her from the storm brewing outside—and inside her own chest.“Octavia.” Nathaniel’s voice broke the silence, calm but firm.“Not now,” she replied, her voice low. Her thoughts were too tangled to let in his rationality.“Jason’s asking questions,” he said softly, tilting his head toward the kitchen where the twins were waiting.Her heart clenched. Jason’s innocent curiosity earlier echoed in her ears: “Do you know him?” The idea of Carl worming his way into her children’s lives sent a wave of nausea through her.She finally turned to Nathaniel, her jaw set. “I’ll handle it.”“You don’t have to do this alone.”She appreciated his support—she always had—but this wasn’t about Nathaniel. This was her mess, and she wasn’t going to let Carl unravel the life sh
The clang of the kitchen door echoed sharply as Octavia stormed back inside, her breath uneven. The image of Carl holding Jason's tiny hand wouldn’t leave her mind. She braced herself against the counter, her knuckles whitening as she gripped its edge. Every fiber of her being screamed to go out there and grab her son away from the man who had no right to hold him. Yet, she froze, her thoughts spiraling into chaos.“Mommy?” Avery’s small voice broke through the haze.Octavia turned sharply to find her daughter standing a few feet away, clutching her favorite stuffed rabbit. Avery’s wide emerald eyes glimmered with concern, so much like Jason’s... and Carl’s.“Yes, sweetheart?” Octavia knelt, forcing calm into her tone.“Is Jason okay?” Avery asked, her voice trembling. “Why did he run off?”Octavia hesitated, unsure how to answer. Her eyes darted toward Nathaniel, who had walked in behind Avery. His gaze was steady, but the crease in his forehead betrayed his worry.“Jason’s fine,” Oc
**FIVE YEARS LATER**"Emmalin," Octavia called out to the young woman in a waitress uniform stationed at the far end of the large kitchen. "Could you assist Tessa at Table 4? I sent her on an errand." Her voice held a note of urgency.The young woman, one of Octavia's employees, nodded curtly. "I’ve got it covered, ma'am.""Thank you," Octavia replied with gratitude before turning her focus back to the dough she was kneading. After a brief moment of work, she glanced at the ornate clock hanging on the wall and noted that it was a few minutes past 2 PM.A wave of relief washed over her as she realized Jana would soon be back with the kids from school. With that thought in mind, she shifted her focus to other tasks, aware that time was of the essence. As a business owner now; one who had achieved notable success, Octavia was determined to keep moving forward. She owned one of the largest and most popular restaurants in the city, a venture she shared with her partner, Nathaniel Griffin,
Are you out of your mind? You're actually going back to the same man who labeled you a murderer after everything you've been through?! Have you lost your senses, Octavia?" Jade exclaimed, her irritation palpable as they stepped out of the doctor's office.Octavia had just disclosed her intentions to win back her husband with the news, needless to say, Jade wasn't on board with the idea. Her frustration was evident.As they made their way toward the hospital garage, Octavia halted and turned to face Jade, attempting to defend her decisions."I have to do this. It will be okay, Jade. Carl only called me that because he believed I had a miscarriage. If he knows that wasn't the case, he'll apologize and reconsider his actions. He won't marry Kristine anymore... Please understand."Jade shook her head, disbelief etched on her face as she stared at her delusional friend. "This can't be real. You can't possibly go through with this... Have you lost your senses, Octavia? Don't you see? He doe
Octavia squinted, her eyes slowly adjusting her surroundings as a heavy throbbing pulsated through her head. With a groan, she fluttered her eyelids open, revealing a stark white ceiling above her. Confusion crossed her face as she struggled to comprehend her surroundings, until the familiar voice of her friend, Jade, broke through the haze."Oh my goodness, thank goodness you're awake," Jade said, her voice laced with relief as she approached Octavia.As Octavia turned her gaze toward Jade, the reality of her situation began to sink in: she was in a hospital ward."J-Jade," she murmured, confusion evident in her voice. "What’s going on? How did I end up here? My head is pounding." With a grimace, she carefully lifted herself to a sitting position, leaning against the headboard in an attempt to gather her thoughts."We need to hurry, Octavia. We don't have much time," Jade insisted urgently, grasping her hand and locking eyes with her.Octavia's brows knitted together in bewilderment
Octavia finally allowed the tears to stream down her cheeks as she entered her former marital bedroom. The familiar scent of Carl, now her ex-husband, engulfed her senses, stirring up a whirlwind of anguish as memories of his betrayal flooded her mind. She still struggled to believe that Carl had chosen to divorce and leave her for someone else, blaming her for everything that had transpired.As she continued to grapple with the reality of their divorce, Octavia felt lost. She loved him deeply; he was her entire world, and her obsession with him had left her feeling hollow. The trust they once shared had been irreparably broken the moment he had been unfaithful. How was it possible that Kristine was now pregnant with his child? Had he been cheating on her even before she suffered her miscarriage? This tormenting question gnawed at her, leaving her without answers.Fat and ugly tears streamed down her face as she approached the wardrobe that held their clothes. As she opened it, her ga