Episode 8Kathryn turned as though she didn't hear him well, he has never called her beautiful since they were married and just now, he did. It sounded fascinating but triggered something in her, for a moment she felt like tearing up.She fixed her gaze on him as though urging him to do what was on his mind, how badly she wanted to feel like a woman. She has only read them in stories.“Thank you,” she managed to say, her mind drifting off.Kathryn sat quietly, lost in thought, as she looked at Lyon from across the room. She hadn’t really thought about how their marriage had started in a long time. It wasn’t a love story, not like the ones in movies. It was more like something that had been decided for them. Her parents had arranged it. It wasn’t uncommon in their world. Their families knew each other well, and both saw the marriage as a way to strengthen their social standing. Kathryn’s father had always admired Lyon’s family, wealthy, influential, and well-connected. Lyon’s parents
Episode 9It was late in the afternoon when Trisha arrived at Kathryn and Lyon’s house. She stepped out of her car with purpose, her heels clicking sharply on the driveway as she walked toward the front door. Trisha had never been one to mince words, and today was no exception. She loved her sister, but she wasn’t convinced Lyon deserved the second chance Kathryn seemed willing to give him. Before she could ring the doorbell, the door swung open, and Kathryn stood there, her expression quickly shifting from surprise to guarded irritation. “What are you doing here, Trisha?” Kathryn asked, folding her arms across her chest. Trisha smirked faintly. “That’s a nice way to greet your sister. I just came to check on you.” Kathryn narrowed her eyes. “Check on me or check on Lyon? Because I can already feel where this is going.” “I mean it,” Trisha said, brushing past her and stepping into the house. “I came to see you. But if Lyon happens to be here, well, that’s fine too.” Kathry
Chapter 10Fiona sighed, leaning her head against the doorframe. “Still, I hope she doesn’t ruin this for them. It’s just starting to get good, you know? I mean, look at them, they’re actually acting like a couple. It’s... sweet.” Martins chuckled, his tone teasing. “Sweet? You’re getting soft, Fiona. Next thing I know, you’ll be rooting for a happily-ever-after.” Fiona shot him a playful glare. “Oh, hush. You’re just as invested in this as I am. Don’t even try to deny it.” He raised his hands as though surrendering. “Alright, alright. You got me.” They both chuckled.Fiona smiled, her eyes still focused on the couple in the kitchen.As they turned to leave, giving Lyon and Kathryn their privacy, Fiona glanced back one last time, her heart warming at the sight of Kathryn leaning slightly into Lyon’s touch. “You know,” she said quietly as they walked down the hallway, “I think they might actually make it.” Martins nodded, his usual humour replaced with a rare sincerity. “Yeah
Chapter 11“Please, don't take me away…” Lyon pleaded, as he got dragged out of the podium in front of his executives.He wanted to explain himself, he wanted to say he did nothing but, no one was listening. He struggled to free himself but a fight against four hefty men was fruitless. At his left, he saw Wendy standing, her hands akimbo with what looked like a dangerous smirk, which turned into mockery, “I told you not to toil with me, I can bring you down…” she whispered.“If only you listened to me and had left that freak you call a wife, all these wouldn't have happened!” She sounded angry this time.Wendy approached Lyon as though to devour him and slapped both his cheeks. He had to quickly free his hand to hold his cheek, “what was that for?” Lyon yelled.This cracked everyone up and they laughed out loud. He wondered what was funny, whether Wendy's slap or his yell. He felt humiliated, he wished the ground could just open up and swallow him.Lyon looked around for Martins but
Chapter 12Kathryn paced the living room, her phone in hand, glancing now and then at the staircase. She couldn’t focus, her mind still replaying Lyon’s strange behaviour at breakfast. Finally, she tapped her phone screen and scrolled through her contacts, pausing at the name, Rosey. Her closest friend always had a way of lifting her spirits. The call connected after a few rings, and Rosey’s cheerful voice came through. “Kathryn! Long time, girl. What’s up?” Kathryn smiled faintly, sitting on the couch and tucking her legs beneath her. “Hey, Rosey. I just needed someone to talk to. How are you?” “Oh, I’m great,” Rosey said with a light laugh. “Michael and I just got back from a weekend trip. He planned the whole thing as a surprise. It was amazing! I swear that man spoils me too much.” Kathryn’s smiled slightly. She hesitated, not wanting to dampen Rosey’s enthusiasm. “That sounds lovely,” she said softly. “It’s good to hear you’re both doing well.” Rosey caught the tone in
Chapter 13“Going with me? Are you for real?” Kathryn asked surprised, not believing it'd be true.“Of course, I am..” Lyon said as he stood, staring straight at her, “I know you are surprised, but don't be.”Kathryn didn't know what to say, she just nodded in doubt and moved over to the mirror, where her makeup kits were, “Lyon would never follow me anywhere, all jokes..”Kathryn was putting the final touches on her makeup, when she turned slightly, expecting him to go back to his laptop or lie down again. But to her surprise, Lyon was at the wardrobe, pulling out one of his neatly pressed shirts and a pair of trousers. She paused, watching as he slipped the shirt on, buttoning it carefully. He paired it with dark trousers and grabbed his wristwatch from the bedside table.“Are you going somewhere?” she asked to be sure.Lyon looked at her briefly, his expression calm. “Yes,” he said, adjusting his collar. Then, after a moment, he added with a small smile, “With you.” Kathryn bli
Chapter 14Martins led the way through the crowd, weaving between groups of people laughing and chatting. The further they walked, the quieter it became, until they reached a spot where only a few guests lingered. Standing there was a man in his mid-thirties, dressed simply in a plain shirt and trousers. He looked a bit out of place and his eyes lit up the moment he saw Lyon. “Lyon!” the man said, his voice filled with a mix of relief and excitement. Lyon stared at him for a moment, his brows furrowing as he tried to place the face. Then it hit him. “Daniel?” The man nodded quickly. “Yes! It’s me, Daniel.” Lyon blinked in surprise. Daniel was his childhood friend, someone he hadn’t seen in years. They’d grown up in the same neighborhood, sharing countless memories, but life had taken them in different directions. “What are you doing here?” Lyon asked, his tone softening as he stepped closer. Daniel sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t know how else to reach you.
Chapter 15“What? Are you nuts?” Lyon shouted from behind, as though he has been there all these while.“Lyon Alberto?” The guy blinked, “sorry, I didn't know she was yours..” he added and exited the scene.Kathryn heaved as though a load was taken off his shoulder, “where is Martins?” She asked looking around.Lyon joined by searching round, “who knows…”Just then Martins showed up, “are you ready to go?” He asked, sounding polite.Lyon exchanged glances and they both nodded. Stepping inside the car, Martins zoomed off.Lyon and Kathryn got home late, the house was quiet with just a few lights on. Martins parked the car, stepped out, and opened Lyon’s door. Lyon helped Kathryn out, and they walked slowly to the front door, both looking tired but still in good moods. As they entered, Fiona came out from the kitchen, smiling when she saw them. “Welcome back, sir, ma’am,” she said warmly. “Thank you, Fiona,” Kathryn replied, kicking off her heels and rubbing her neck. “I kept dinn
Chapter 36Kathryn stood by the bar in the parlor, her fingers tapping against the cool surface of the countertop. She wasn’t sure if the rhythm of her foot against the floor was to calm her nerves or if it was just an automatic response to the chaos swirling in her head. Lyon is a murderer!Wendy's voice echoed in her mind, cruel and mocking, mixed with that infuriating laugh that made Kathryn want to scream. Her heart felt like it was sinking into her stomach, a pit forming as the weight of the accusation pressed down on her chest. The room around her seemed to blur, her vision narrowing to the thoughts racing in her head. No. This can’t be true. Lyon wouldn’t, he can’t be…Her phone buzzed, cutting through the whirlwind of her thoughts. The screen lit up, and for a moment, Kathryn just stared at it, frozen. She already knew who it was. The unknown number. The one that had been tormenting her.Her fingers moved slowly, almost unwillingly, to unlock the phone. The message from the u
Chapter 35Kathryn stepped into the restaurant, her heels clicking softly against the tiled floor as her eyes darted around the bustling space. She wasn’t sure who she was looking for, but something about this entire setup felt off. She tightened her grip on her handbag, her nerves creeping in as she scanned the tables filled with strangers engaged in quiet conversations. Pulling out her phone, she stared at the last dialed number before reluctantly pressing it again. The line rang twice before the voice picked up. "I'm here," Kathryn said, glancing around nervously. "Where are you?" The voice chuckled, low and mocking. "At your back, buddy." Kathryn froze, a chill running down her spine. Slowly, she turned, and there she was, a face from the past that Kathryn thought she’d never see again. "Wendy…?" Kathryn’s voice wavered, her brows furrowing in shock. "Isn’t it?" Wendy smirked, her lips curving into an all-too-familiar smug grin. "You have a good memory, Katy," she said
Chapter 34Gling! Gling!Kathryn's phone rang, she motioned towards the dinning table where she had left the phone after eating that morning.Unknown number!“Unknown number?” She muttered trying to be sure she saw right. She hasn't been called by unknown contacts before, she grew suspicious but on a second thought, she waved it off.It ranged the second time, since she wasn't able to pick the first time. She picked and placed it on her ear, waiting for the caller to speak first.“Hey, Katy…” the voice came from the other end, “I know you might not remember me…” “Hi, please who's this?” Kathryn asked, an etch of concern written all over her face.“Some, you'd love to meet…” The voice chuckled, leaving Kathryn more confused than ever. She lifted the phone from her ear and placed it back, trying to ascertain who the person was.“See, I don't have time for all of this, if you don't want to tell me who you are, then get the fuck out!” Kathryn roared and ended the call.Kathryn’s phone bu
Chapter 33“Congratulations, Mrs Alberto, you're two weeks pregnant!” Their family doctor, Dr Leo announced to Kathryn, who laid on the bed, smiling boldly.“Thank you, doctor!” Kathryn gestured as the doctor packed his kits up, nodding slightly.“And…. doctor,” she called, when he was almost leaving, “I want to be the first person to announce it to my husband.”Dr Leo nodded, “off course Mrs Alberto,” he said and left.Kathryn laid back in the bed, smiling and chuckling, she rubbed her tummy slightly, “I will be the best mum ever, okay?” She muttered, her hands on her tummy.Fiona barged into the room, her face lighting up with joy as she caught sight of Kathryn lying on the bed, her hand absentmindedly rubbing her tummy. Fiona gasped dramatically, clasping her hands together as if she’d just uncovered the best secret in the world. "Congratulations!" she screamed, running across the room like a child who’d just been handed candy. She threw her arms around Kathryn, pulling her into
Chapter 32Two months passed, and the house that once felt like a cold battleground now echoed with laughter and quiet moments of tenderness. Lyon and Kathryn’s love, began to blossom like a garden finally given the care it needed. Kathryn had noticed the little things first, the way Lyon waited for her before meals, the way he held her hand longer than necessary when they were out, and how his eyes softened every time he looked at her. She started to see sides of him she didn’t know existed: the man who stayed up with her when she couldn’t sleep, who listened to her stories about childhood, and who teased her just enough to make her laugh without crossing the line. For Lyon, the change was undeniable. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he fell for Kathryn all over again, or perhaps for the first time, but every day, he felt his walls crumble a little more. Her smile became the highlight of his mornings; her voice, the melody that soothed his evenings. She wasn’t just his wif
Chapter 31Lyon's voice echoed behind Kathryn, who was standing still.“I wish I could turn time around,” Lyon continued, his eyes a little dim and alluring. Kathryn stood, her back to him, not uttering a word, she didn't want to.Lyon stepped quietly toward her, his footsteps almost inaudible on the soft carpet. Kathryn stood by the window, her arms crossed over her chest, staring out into the dark night as if searching for answers in the void. His hands gently circled her waist, pulling her out of her thoughts. The warmth of his touch startled her. She gasped softly, her breath catching in her throat as his hands moved lightly, tracing the line down her back. The unexpected intimacy sent a shiver through her, but she didn’t pull away. “Please…” she murmured, her voice unsteady. It wasn’t a plea for him to stop, it was a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite articulate. She turned to face him, her eyes wide and filled with questions, her heart racing. Lyon met her gaze with an exp
Chapter 30Kathryn’s father took Lyon's hand,, shaking firmly, his grip lingering just a moment longer than necessary. “I see you’ve made yourself comfortable,” he remarked, glancing at the spread on the table before returning his attention to Lyon. “I guess you’re here for your wife?” he continued, his tone light but laced with something that wasn’t entirely welcoming. Kathryn's mom stared angrily at him for welcoming Lyon so well, knowing fully well, what he had done.The dining table was finally clear, and the clatter of plates being stacked and taken to the kitchen echoed faintly through the room. Lyon sat upright in his chair, his gaze shifting from the cleared table to Kathryn’s mother, who was meticulously wiping her hands with a towel. He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts, then spoke. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he said, his tone respectful but slightly uneasy. “It was delicious.” Kathryn’s mother didn’t respond. She didn’t even look at him. Instead,
Chapter 29Lyon stepped forward hesitantly, his hands hovering in the air as though unsure if he was allowed to touch her. But seeing her like that, so broken and vulnerable, pushed him past his hesitation. Gently, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, wrapping them around her trembling frame. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, his voice muffled as he buried his face in her hair. “I’m so sorry, Kathryn. I was wrong. I was so wrong.”Kathryn didn’t resist. Instead, she melted into him, her hands gripping his jacket tightly as though it was the only thing keeping her upright. The warmth of his embrace, the steadiness of his voice, broke down the last of her defenses. Her tears soaked through his shirt, but Lyon didn’t care. He held her as though letting go was no longer an option, his arms tightening around her with each passing second. From a few feet away, Martins stood watching the scene unfold. He leaned against the car, his arms crossed, his face a mask of quiet contemplation. He h
Chapter 28Lyon stepped out of the house, his movements sharp, but there was a tension in the way his shoulders held. His suit was crisp, his tie slightly undone, but he didn’t care. He adjusted his cufflinks once, twice, as though trying to focus his restless energy. Martins was already outside, leaning casually against the car door, scrolling through his phone. He looked up as Lyon approached, immediately straightening and slipping the phone into his pocket. "Sir," Martins greeted, opening the car door for him. Lyon didn’t waste time. “We’re going to Kathryn’s house,” he said, his voice calm but with an edge that left no room for discussion. Martins paused for a split second, his brows pulling together slightly in silent question, but he quickly nodded. He walked around to the driver’s side, pulling open the door. Just as Lyon was about to step into the car, Fiona came hurrying out from the kitchen door, wiping her hands on her apron.Lyon's suit was sharp, perfectly tailo