Eight Months After That Night
Danielle’s eyelids fluttered open at the sensation of someone shaking her gently. “Wake up, you can’t sleep here…” A nurse’s voice broke through the haze of exhaustion clouding her mind. Slowly, she sat up, her stiff body protesting. The faint scent of antiseptic filled her nose, grounding her in reality. She was in the hospital. Again. The concerned nurse placed a stack of papers in her hands. “We called your name several times, but you didn’t respond,” she said. “Here are your test results. Don’t forget to come for your checkup next week.” Danielle nodded, offering a tired but grateful smile. “Thank you.” As the nurse walked away, Danielle stared down at the ultrasound results resting in her lap. Her baby. A small life, growing inside her. The only person in this world who was truly hers. She exhaled shakily, pressing a hand against her rounded belly. “Just a few more weeks,” she whispered. A soft kick responded beneath her palm. A sad smile crossed her lips. At least someone still wanted her. “Abort it.” Her father’s voice was as sharp as a blade. Danielle sat frozen in the lavish living room of the Carter estate, her hands clenched into fists on her lap. Across from her, Richard Carter stared her down, disappointment darkening his features. Her stepmother, Vivian, sipped her tea elegantly, her lips curled in satisfaction. Bianca, her stepsister, didn’t even bother hiding her smirk. “You’re already an embarrassment,” Richard continued, his tone laced with disgust. “First, you disappear for days without explanation, and now you return with this?” His gaze flickered to her stomach. Danielle’s jaw tightened. “This is my child.” “It’s a mistake,” Bianca chimed in, feigning concern. “Dani, think about your future. Who would want a woman who—” “Enough,” Danielle snapped, standing abruptly. “I don’t care what any of you think. I will raise my baby alone if I have to.” Richard sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Then don’t expect a single penny from this family. If you walk out that door, you are no longer a Carter.” Danielle’s breath hitched, but she forced herself to lift her chin. This was not a home. These people were not her family. Without another word, she turned and walked out—never looking back. Danielle moved through life like a ghost. She had rented a small apartment, working remotely to sustain herself. The money she had saved from past investments was running out, but she refused to beg for help. At night, she dreamt of gray eyes and strong arms holding her close. Who was he? She had no answers. She only knew he was the father of her child. And soon, she would meet their baby. The Night That Changed Everything Danielle never made it to her next checkup. One stormy night, a searing pain tore through her stomach. The contractions came too early, her body wracked with unbearable agony. She was rushed to the hospital, her vision fading in and out as voices shouted around her. Then—darkness. When she woke up, she was met with a nurse’s solemn gaze. “Miss Carter…” the woman’s voice was gentle, hesitant. “I’m so sorry.” Danielle’s heart stopped. She tried to sit up, but the emptiness in her body told her what her mind refused to accept. “No…” her voice cracked, raw with grief. “Where is my baby?” The nurse hesitated before lowering her gaze. “There were… complications. Your baby didn’t make it.” The world around Danielle shattered. Tears streamed down her face, her body shaking as she clutched her stomach. Gone. Her baby was gone. She had fought so hard. Chosen her child over her family. Risked everything… And yet, in the end, she had lost everything. --- Danielle no longer dreamed about that night. Not the night of the one-night stand, not the night she lost her baby. She didn’t allow herself to. The woman staring back at her in the mirror was no longer the naive, hopeful girl she had been. She had been forced to become stronger. With a deep breath, she adjusted the lapels of her sleek blazer. Danielle Carter had rebuilt her life. She wasn’t a Carter anymore—not by name, not by blood. Her father had cut her off completely. And that was fine. Her sharp intelligence and business acumen had made her one of the youngest rising entrepreneurs in the city. She had a steady career, a quiet life… and no ties to the past. But sometimes, in the quiet moments, when she let her guard down… she wondered. Would her child have had her eyes? Would they have smiled like her? Would they have reached for her hand, whispering “Mama”? Her fingers brushed against her stomach—a habit she had never shaken off.Three Years AgoThe fluorescent lights above flickered with a soft hum, casting a pale glow over the hospital corridor. The air was cold—too cold—and it reeked of antiseptic. A nurse emerged quietly from the maternity wing, her arms cradling a tightly bundled infant. Her eyes were uncertain, her steps hesitant as if every footfall added to the weight she carried.“Is it done?” Vivian Carter’s voice was low, her arms folded neatly over her designer coat.The nurse didn’t answer immediately. She looked over her shoulder, back toward the room she’d just left. Her expression faltered. “Yes… but are you absolutely sure about this? The baby—”“She’ll never know.” Vivian’s tone sharpened. “That child is the product of disgrace. A stain on this family.”“She wanted to keep him,” the nurse whispered.Vivian scoffed, her painted lips curling in disdain. “Danielle doesn’t get to want anything. She made her choice when she disobeyed me. Now she’ll face the consequences.”With a final glance, Vivi
Alexander watched the woman retreat through the crowd, his expression unreadable. The tailored suit on his frame seemed to constrict him more than usual, as if something in the air had shifted—off-balance, disjointed. That woman… her face haunted him, even though he couldn’t place it. Not yet.“Sir?” the hotel staff greeted politely, holding out the meeting documents.He barely acknowledged them. “Send them to my office.”Theo clutched his fingers, unusually quiet.“She was nice,” the boy murmured.Alexander looked down at his son. “Hmm?”“The lady. She smelled like sunshine,” Theo said, as if that was the most important detail in the world.Alexander blinked. The words pierced deeper than they should have. Sunshine.He didn’t reply. He only tightened his hold on Theo’s small hand and guided him toward the elevator.---Later that night – Sterling EstateAlexander stood in the study of his penthouse, the lights dimmed to a warm amber hue. The skyline of the city blinked outside the ta
“Daddy.”Alexander Sterling didn’t look up from his laptop. “Hm?”Theo stood by the door of the home office, his tiny hands gripping the hem of his shirt, his lips forming a tight line.“I want to see her.”Alexander finally looked up. “See who?”“The pretty lady from the hotel,” Theo said, more determined this time. “I miss her.”Alexander leaned back in his chair, arms crossing slowly. “Theo, you just met her.”“But she held my hand,” Theo argued, walking closer. “She said I was safe with her. And she smiled like Mama in my dreams.”Alexander stilled.That word. Mama.He rarely heard Theo use it. And certainly never like this.Theo’s gray eyes, so like his father’s, stared up with silent insistence. “Please, Daddy.”Alexander sighed, closing the laptop. “What do you even think she is? A fairy godmother?”Theo didn’t smile. He meant it. “She smelled like sunshine. I just want to see her again. Please?”Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t fond of unexpected connections
The wind was louder than usual tonight.Danielle stood by her apartment window, arms folded, as she stared at a flickering street light outside. Rain lashed against the glass, the kind that came in sheets rather than drops. A storm warning had been issued earlier that day, but she hadn’t thought much of it. Typhoons were rare in this part of the city, and her building was known to hold firm. Still, the atmosphere felt unsettling.The lights in the apartment flickered briefly, and Danielle’s heart stuttered, eyes darting towards the ceiling. But the power held.She exhaled in relief.“Are you sure it’s safe to stay here?” A voice sounded from behind her, breaking the silence.He stood in her living room, tall and composed, though his posture remained guarded. Danielle looked away from the view in front of her and gave him a slight nod.“The building is storm-reinforced. We’ll be fine,”Alexander’s lips quirked, barely noticeable, like the shadow of a smirk. “Noted”.She glanced behin
The world around her was spinning. Colors bled into one another, and the pounding bass of the music warped into a distorted hum in her ears. Danielle Chloe Carter barely recognized her own body—it burned, a feverish heat spreading under her skin, consuming her from the inside out.Her breath came in short, labored gasps as she reached out blindly, fingertips scraping against the cool marble walls of the dimly lit hallway. Her legs wobbled, refusing to obey her, and she staggered forward.Something’s wrong.She wasn’t drunk—no, this was different. The unnatural heat flooding her veins, the way her thoughts slipped from her grasp like water through her fingers… she had been drugged.Panic surged through her muddled mind, but she had no time to process it. A door appeared before her, and she clutched the handle with trembling fingers, pushing it open in desperation.Cold air rushed against her fevered skin, and she stumbled forward, crashing onto something solid—no, someone.A deep, shar
The wind was louder than usual tonight.Danielle stood by her apartment window, arms folded, as she stared at a flickering street light outside. Rain lashed against the glass, the kind that came in sheets rather than drops. A storm warning had been issued earlier that day, but she hadn’t thought much of it. Typhoons were rare in this part of the city, and her building was known to hold firm. Still, the atmosphere felt unsettling.The lights in the apartment flickered briefly, and Danielle’s heart stuttered, eyes darting towards the ceiling. But the power held.She exhaled in relief.“Are you sure it’s safe to stay here?” A voice sounded from behind her, breaking the silence.He stood in her living room, tall and composed, though his posture remained guarded. Danielle looked away from the view in front of her and gave him a slight nod.“The building is storm-reinforced. We’ll be fine,”Alexander’s lips quirked, barely noticeable, like the shadow of a smirk. “Noted”.She glanced behin
“Daddy.”Alexander Sterling didn’t look up from his laptop. “Hm?”Theo stood by the door of the home office, his tiny hands gripping the hem of his shirt, his lips forming a tight line.“I want to see her.”Alexander finally looked up. “See who?”“The pretty lady from the hotel,” Theo said, more determined this time. “I miss her.”Alexander leaned back in his chair, arms crossing slowly. “Theo, you just met her.”“But she held my hand,” Theo argued, walking closer. “She said I was safe with her. And she smiled like Mama in my dreams.”Alexander stilled.That word. Mama.He rarely heard Theo use it. And certainly never like this.Theo’s gray eyes, so like his father’s, stared up with silent insistence. “Please, Daddy.”Alexander sighed, closing the laptop. “What do you even think she is? A fairy godmother?”Theo didn’t smile. He meant it. “She smelled like sunshine. I just want to see her again. Please?”Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t fond of unexpected connections
Alexander watched the woman retreat through the crowd, his expression unreadable. The tailored suit on his frame seemed to constrict him more than usual, as if something in the air had shifted—off-balance, disjointed. That woman… her face haunted him, even though he couldn’t place it. Not yet.“Sir?” the hotel staff greeted politely, holding out the meeting documents.He barely acknowledged them. “Send them to my office.”Theo clutched his fingers, unusually quiet.“She was nice,” the boy murmured.Alexander looked down at his son. “Hmm?”“The lady. She smelled like sunshine,” Theo said, as if that was the most important detail in the world.Alexander blinked. The words pierced deeper than they should have. Sunshine.He didn’t reply. He only tightened his hold on Theo’s small hand and guided him toward the elevator.---Later that night – Sterling EstateAlexander stood in the study of his penthouse, the lights dimmed to a warm amber hue. The skyline of the city blinked outside the ta
Three Years AgoThe fluorescent lights above flickered with a soft hum, casting a pale glow over the hospital corridor. The air was cold—too cold—and it reeked of antiseptic. A nurse emerged quietly from the maternity wing, her arms cradling a tightly bundled infant. Her eyes were uncertain, her steps hesitant as if every footfall added to the weight she carried.“Is it done?” Vivian Carter’s voice was low, her arms folded neatly over her designer coat.The nurse didn’t answer immediately. She looked over her shoulder, back toward the room she’d just left. Her expression faltered. “Yes… but are you absolutely sure about this? The baby—”“She’ll never know.” Vivian’s tone sharpened. “That child is the product of disgrace. A stain on this family.”“She wanted to keep him,” the nurse whispered.Vivian scoffed, her painted lips curling in disdain. “Danielle doesn’t get to want anything. She made her choice when she disobeyed me. Now she’ll face the consequences.”With a final glance, Vivi
Eight Months After That NightDanielle’s eyelids fluttered open at the sensation of someone shaking her gently.“Wake up, you can’t sleep here…”A nurse’s voice broke through the haze of exhaustion clouding her mind.Slowly, she sat up, her stiff body protesting. The faint scent of antiseptic filled her nose, grounding her in reality. She was in the hospital. Again.The concerned nurse placed a stack of papers in her hands.“We called your name several times, but you didn’t respond,” she said. “Here are your test results. Don’t forget to come for your checkup next week.”Danielle nodded, offering a tired but grateful smile. “Thank you.”As the nurse walked away, Danielle stared down at the ultrasound results resting in her lap.Her baby.A small life, growing inside her. The only person in this world who was truly hers.She exhaled shakily, pressing a hand against her rounded belly.“Just a few more weeks,” she whispered.A soft kick responded beneath her palm. A sad smile crossed her
The world around her was spinning. Colors bled into one another, and the pounding bass of the music warped into a distorted hum in her ears. Danielle Chloe Carter barely recognized her own body—it burned, a feverish heat spreading under her skin, consuming her from the inside out.Her breath came in short, labored gasps as she reached out blindly, fingertips scraping against the cool marble walls of the dimly lit hallway. Her legs wobbled, refusing to obey her, and she staggered forward.Something’s wrong.She wasn’t drunk—no, this was different. The unnatural heat flooding her veins, the way her thoughts slipped from her grasp like water through her fingers… she had been drugged.Panic surged through her muddled mind, but she had no time to process it. A door appeared before her, and she clutched the handle with trembling fingers, pushing it open in desperation.Cold air rushed against her fevered skin, and she stumbled forward, crashing onto something solid—no, someone.A deep, shar