Isabel’s POV“Hurry up, darlings. We can’t afford to be late,” I say, ushering Scarlett and Sterling toward the door. “We need to be at the airport before the flight takes off.”Aurora laughs breathlessly as she helps Sterling slip into his shoes, and Mom quickly adjusts Scarlett’s little jacket. The house is buzzing with movement, and I lead the way out as Alexander waits just outside, already by the car.The moment we’re all tucked in, I glance at the time again and mutter under my breath, “Oh no… we might be late to see Roy off. Are you sure we’ll make it?”Alexander glances at me, calm and certain. “Don’t worry, Isabel. We’ll make it in time.”And thankfully—we do.Just as Roy is wheeling his luggage toward the departure gate, I call out, “Roy!”He turns at the sound of his name. His brows lift in surprise before he grins, rushing toward us. The twins run to meet him, and he crouches low, pulling both into his arms with the kind of hug that speaks louder than any words could.I sm
Alexander’s POVI sit by the window of the care home, sunlight streaking through the glass and warming the table where I peel an apple. My father sits quietly beside me in his wheelchair, his eyes distant as always—but I keep talking, the way I always do.“I told Dad… Isabel finally told the kids,” I say, smiling as I slice the apple into even halves. “Scarlett and Sterling. They know I’m their real father now.”I glance at him, even though I know he doesn’t really understand me. Not since the accident. His silence is different now—disconnected. But still, I want to share this moment with him. I need to.I lift my wrist, showing him the simple colorful bracelet. “You see this? Scarlett gave it to me months ago. She said it was a friendship bracelet. I let out a quiet laugh, remembering how I’d smiled and accepted it—grateful, even though my heart was breaking.Back then, I thought I was just a stranger in their lives. A ghost watching from the sidelines while they called another man
Roy’s POV“You risked your life for her,” I say, my voice quiet but firm as I turn to Alexander. “You almost died, you know that?”He shrugs like it means nothing. “There was nothing else I could do. Even if it means doing it all over again, I’d still choose to protect Isabel.”His voice holds no hesitation. No pause. Just truth.I sigh and look at him for a long moment. “Do you love her that much?”He doesn’t answer.The silence stretches, but I get my answer anyway. His silence is the answer.I nod slowly, turning my eyes back to the park ahead of us. The wind rustles the leaves gently, and for a second, the world feels still.I take a sip of the juice in my hand, click my tongue against the roof of my mouth, and drop it quietly. “It was a one-sided love.”I feel Alexander’s eyes on me. He turns his head, gaze locking onto mine.I meet it with a faint smile. “Yeah, man… Isabel never stopped loving you. Even when she made it seem like all she felt was hate, I saw the war in her eyes.
Aria’s POVI never imagined I’d stand here… in the Castillo mansion. Not as a guest. Not as a stranger. But as their daughter.The walls feel too grand, too heavy with history I was denied. For years, I thought this place was nothing but a distant, bitter symbol of all I didn’t have. But now… I’m here.And so is he.Felix stands by the window, his face aged by years of silence, of absence. His voice breaks the quiet. “I regret it all now, Aria,” he says. “Everything. I regret never believing your mother when she begged me to listen… when she claimed innocence for what Selene painted her out to be.”I feel my chest tighten as his voice trembles.“I regret not searching for you sooner. I didn’t even know of your existence, not until a few years back.” He sighs. “If I had known earlier… maybe I would have found my way to you. Maybe I could’ve stopped the suffering your mother went through. Maybe she would’ve survived Selene’s cruelty.”His voice is thick with pain. Each word weighed with
Isabel’s POVIt’s been a month.I stand quietly by the doorway of Aurora’s room, leaning on the frame as I watch her in front of the mirror. Her face is soft, glowing, with excitement she’s trying so hard to suppress blooming right beneath the surface. She smooths her dress one more time, tilting her head left, then right, deciding whether to pull her hair back or let it fall around her shoulders.I clear my throat.Aurora turns sharply, startled, then sighs when she sees me. “Seriously?” she mutters, though there’s a smile tugging at her lips.I step in, arms folded, eyes trailing from the way her dress hugs her to the sparkle in her eyes. “You’re not fooling anyone,” I say, my voice teasing.She lifts her chin with a dramatic flick. “I’m not trying to.”I smirk and lift my phone, turning the screen toward her. It’s a photo from the recent commercial shoot—her and Richard, laughing in mid-shot, completely unaware of the camera. “People are commenting like crazy about this picture,” I
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