When we arrived at the hospital, I rushed through the entrance, my heart pounding as I approached the front desk. “My mother, she was just brought in,” I said breathlessly. “Her name is Diana Carlisle.”The nurse typed something into her computer, then gave me a sympathetic look. “She’s in the ICU. The doctors are with her now. You’ll have to wait a little while before you can see her.”I clenched my fists, feeling the frustration bubble up again. Waiting was the last thing I wanted to do, but I had no choice. Ivan placed a hand on my back, guiding me to a nearby seat. We sat in silence, the ticking clock on the wall growing louder with each second.After what felt like hours, a doctor finally came out, his expression serious but not grim. I stood up immediately, searching his face for answers.“Is she okay?” I asked, my voice trembling.“She’s stable for now,” he said gently. “We’re monitoring her closely, but she had a severe panic attack. Her heart is weak, and stress like this can
I sat in my mom’s room in the Carlos mansion, unable to go back to our old apartment, my mom had already given it away, and staying there felt impossible. The Carlos mansion had become a constant reminder of the pain, of everything that had happened in my life, and the fact that I was at the center of it all.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my slender features draped in black, the same outfit I wore to her funeral. The sight of myself made my stomach twist with guilt and grief. Memories flooded my mind, when Chloe died, when my dad left, and now, my mom. The weight of it all threatened to break me. The urge to cry and scream at the same time was overwhelming, like a slap to the face that I couldn’t escape.The door creaked open, and I quickly looked up to see Mrs. Carlos stepping inside, also dressed in black. The sight of her in mourning attire felt like a cruel mockery, a reminder of her role in all of this.“Poor girl,” she said, her voice smooth as she walked over and lea
The car pulled into the airport parking lot, and I slid my black shades onto my face before stepping out. Emma stood beside me, her expression filled with dread ever since I told her I was leaving Canada for Paris. I knew she wanted me to stay, but I couldn’t. My life had become too chaotic, and staying any longer felt like drowning in a sea of constant situations that I can't control.As a public figure, normal life was a distant memory. The flashing cameras, reporters hounding me with questions, it never ended. And I needed peace, far from it all.“Are you sure about this?” Emma asked again, her voice laced with worry, as if the repetition of the question might change my mind.“You know I have to leave,” I said, pulling up the hood of my hoodie to cover my head. “I can’t go back to being Veronica Carlisle without being interrogated and monitored. And, more than that, I can’t be near Ivan anymore.”I gripped the handle of my luggage tightly, the memories of Ivan flooding my mind, cre
“This is your room, V,” Brenda said as she pushed open the door, revealing a cozy, sunlit space. The soft Parisian light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. A queen-sized bed with a plush comforter sat against the wall, and a small desk with a vase of fresh flowers was set near the window, overlooking the charming street below.I dropped my luggage by the door and stepped inside, taking it all in. It was perfect, simple, peaceful, and exactly what I needed right now.“Wow, Brenda, this is beautiful,” I said, turning to her with a small smile. “Thank you. I honestly didn’t know what to expect, but this... this feels like a home.”She shrugged with a grin. “I figured you could use a bit of calm after everything you've been through. You’ll be safe here, and you can stay as long as you need. I’ve already set up fresh sheets, and there are towels in the bathroom.”I nodded, touched by her thoughtfulness. "I really appreciate this, Brenda. I didn’t know w
I was watering a few of the flowers near the window when dizziness began to creep over me. I ignored it, brushing the sensation away. I wasn’t ready to be sick, not now. I had just accomplished something I’d dreamed of for so long, opening this shop. But the feverish warmth radiating through my body hinted that this was beyond my will."Good morning, Vera." A middle-aged woman greeted me as she entered, her voice warm and familiar. She wandered toward the flower pots in the corner, admiring the displays. The purple flowers, as always, caught her attention, their beauty was undeniable.Their velvety petals, in deep shades of violet and lavender, seemed to glow softly in the morning light. Clusters of lilacs filled the shop with their sweet, delicate fragrance, while the tall, graceful irises stood proud with their intricately folded petals.“This is beautiful,” she exclaimed, lifting a flower pot from the table and bringing it over to me. "I want this one."“That will be ten dollars,”
“I don’t know if I can do this, Brenda,” I whispered, my voice barely holding steady. “I left that life for a reason. And now, it feels like it’s all pulling me back in.”Brenda’s eyes softened, understanding washing over her face. “You don’t have to go back to that life,” she said quietly. “You’ve built something new here, Vera. This baby doesn’t mean you have to return to the past. You can still do this your way.”I shook my head, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. “You don’t understand. Ivan—he’s the father. I didn’t tell anyone why I left Canada, but it wasn’t just for a fresh start. I had to get away from him. Things between us... they weren’t good. I couldn’t stay.”Brenda’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything, letting me continue.“I thought I could close that chapter for good,” I whispered, the tears finally spilling over. “But now... this changes everything.”Brenda squeezed my hand tighter, her voice gentle but firm. “Vera, you’re stronger than you reali
~Three years later~“Are you planning on taking that one?” Kelly asked, standing next to the elderly woman who had just entered our shop. “You know, this is the best flower we have. My mommy always smiles when she waters them, and I’m sure it’ll make you smile too.”The woman chuckled and picked up the flower. “You know what, cutie? I’m going to take this one. If my daughter likes it, I’ll come back and get something just for you.”Kelly grinned, crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m sure she’s going to love it.”The woman placed the flowers on the counter, still smiling, while Kelly wandered off to the other side of the shop. She had a special way of making our customers feel welcome every time they came in.“Your daughter is truly remarkable,” the woman said as she handed me the money. “You must be so proud to have such a wonderful child.”“Thank you,” I replied with a smile. “She has a gift for making people happy.”As the woman left, Kelly returned to my side, her hands clasped b
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Brenda said, her mouth forming a perfect circle. “Are you saying Ivan Carlos came to your shop today, after three years?” I nodded, still trying to process it myself. “Yes, Brenda, and now he knows about Kelly. He even asked me if I was married.” Brenda shifted on the couch, settling into a more comfortable position, her eyes wide with intrigue. “What a coincidence! I knew if Ivan loved you, he wouldn’t just let you go.” I rolled my eyes at her comment. “Brenda, this isn’t some romantic reunion. This is far more complicated than that. I don’t want Ivan anywhere near Kelly or me.” “Why?” Brenda’s tone shifted, her expression serious as she studied me, making me feel the weight of my decision. I sighed, rubbing my temples. “There’s so much you don’t know, Brenda. When I left, it wasn’t just because of Ivan. His mother… she made it impossible for me to stay. She threatened me, told me to leave or else she’d ruin my life.” Brenda’s brows furrowed. “What? W