As the night deepened and the search continued, Caroline wrestled with her decision. She knew she couldn’t keep this secret much longer. But how could she face Frederick and admit the truth?Ella’s safety was the most important thing, and Caroline knew she had to act. Taking a deep breath, she stepped away from the crowd and dialed Harry’s number.Harry answered on the first ring, his tone smug. “I knew you’d call.”“Where is she?” Caroline demanded, her voice shaking. “Where’s Ella?”“She’s safe,” Harry replied calmly. “But she’ll stay with me until you do what I asked. Leave Frederick, Caroline. Come back to me, and we can be a family again.”Tears streamed down her face as she clenched the phone. “You’re insane. I’m not leaving Frederick.”“Then you’ll never see your daughter again,” Harry said coldly before hanging up.Caroline stared at the phone in disbelief, her heart pounding."You have no choice now." she heard her mother's voice from behind her.She turned and looked her in t
Caroline wiped her tears, her resolve hardening. She couldn’t afford to lose everything—Frederick, Ella, or the life she had built. As Frederick walked back into the house to join the search efforts, Caroline slipped away, her mind racing. Eleanor's words echoed in her head: “Tell Frederick the truth, or I will.” She knew her mother wouldn’t back down. Time was running out. She had to come up with something. Something close to the truth, enough to get her daughter out of Harry's hands. She needed to act fast. She was on her own now. Damien had turned his back on her, she needed to figure things by herself. She thought to herself and she went in search for Frederick. ---- Frederick sat in the living room, his hands clasped tightly together. His military contacts had promised swift action, but every passing second felt like an eternity. The tension in the room was palpable as officers moved in and out, relaying updates that offered little hope. Caroline reappeared, her f
Caroline stood at the edge of the woods, hidden among the trees, her heart pounding as she watched the scene unfold. Her chest tightened at the sight of the armed officers closing in. She clutched her coat tightly, her breaths shallow.She hadn’t expected the authorities to move so quickly. She had only wanted to talk to Harry, not walk into a full-blown standoff.From her hiding spot, she saw Harry open the door slowly, his hands raised but his expression defiant.“Take it easy!” he called out. “I’m unarmed!”Caroline knew he was lying—the glint of the gun still visible on the table when she had peeked through the window moments earlier.Inside, Max held Ella close, trying to calm her whimpers as the chaos outside grew louder. He cursed under his breath, knowing there was no way out.“This wasn’t part of the plan,” he muttered to himself.“Step down from the porch!” an officer commanded, his weapon trained on Harry.Harry obeyed slowly, a smug smirk playing on his lips. “What’s the m
Caroline nodded, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “Is she okay?” she asked softly, her gaze fixed on Ella.“She’s fine,” Frederick replied, his tone sharp. “Thanks to the police, not you.”Caroline flinched, guilt carving deep lines into her expression. “I never wanted her to be in danger. I thought I could handle it. I thought—”“You thought?” Frederick interrupted, his voice rising slightly. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through tonight? What Ella’s been through? You gambled with her life, Caroline!”Tears welled in her eyes. “I was desperate, Frederick. I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t trust anyone else to fix this.”“You didn’t trust me,” he shot back, his words cutting deep. “I’m her father. If you had come to me instead of running off on your own, maybe none of this would’ve happened.”Eleanor stood, her face a mask of disdain. “And don’t think I’m letting you off the hook either. Do you have any idea how reckless you’ve been? Whatever secrets you’r
Caroline trailed behind Frederick as they entered the living room, where two uniformed officers stood waiting. Their presence made her stomach churn with unease, the weight of the situation pressing down on her like a vice.“Colonel Smyth,” one of the officers greeted with a polite nod, though his tone carried the gravity of the situation. “We need to ask you a few questions about tonight’s events.”Frederick gestured for them to sit, his expression unreadable. Caroline perched on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, while Frederick remained standing, his arms crossed.“What do you need to know?” Frederick asked, his voice steady but cold.The officer glanced at his notepad. “We understand that Harry has been harassing your fiancee for some time. Can you confirm the extent of this harassment?”Caroline swallowed hard. “He started contacting me a few months ago. At first, it was just messages, then showing up uninvited. I ignored him, hoping he’d stop. But he di
Caroline stared at her phone, disbelief and despair washing over her. For the first time, she felt completely and utterly alone. The walls she had carefully constructed around her lies were crumbling, and there was no one left to shield her from the fallout.She sank to the ground, clutching the phone to her chest as sobs wracked her body. Damien’s rejection was the final blow, leaving her with no choice but to face the truth—and Frederick—on her own.Soon Harry would be interrogated, and she couldn't tell the truths he would reveal. She needed to think and act fast, or everything she has been fighting for would come crashing down.----The interrogation room was dimly lit, the stark gray walls amplifying the tension that hung in the air. Harry sat in the metal chair, his face pale but defiant. His injured shoulder was bandaged, though the pain still lingered, a sharp reminder of his failed attempt to escape. Across the table sat two detectives, their expressions grim as they scrutini
Caroline was seated quietly in a cafe, her nerves frayed. She had reached out to Damienearlier, desperate for his help, but his cold dismissal echoed in her mind.“You made this mess, Caroline. Don’t drag me into it,” Damien had said, his tone icy and detached.Frustrated and alone, Caroline knew the walls were closing in. Harry was in custody, and she had no control over what he might say. Her secrets were unraveling faster than she could contain them.Her phone buzzed, and she snatched it up, hoping it was Damien reconsidering. Instead, it was a text from Frederick.We need to talk. Now. Meet me at the Police station.Her heart sank as she stared at the screen. The tone of his message was unmistakable—he knew something. Gathering her resolve, Caroline grabbed her coat and headed for the door. She couldn’t afford to let this spiral further out of control.----Frederick waited in the sterile hallway, his patience wearing thin. When Caroline arrived, he stood, his expression cold and
The lawyer’s voice on the other end of the call was calm but firm. “Frederick, you have every right to pursue custody. Courts will prioritize the child’s best interests, and you’ve been Ella’s father in every way that matters.”Frederick sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. “But I’m not her biological father. Does that even hold up in court?”“It’s not always about biology,” the lawyer replied. “You’ve been Ella’s legal guardian, her provider, her protector. The courts will consider the emotional bond you’ve built.”Frederick hung up, his mind swirling with conflicting emotions. Part of him wanted to walk away from the mess Caroline had created, to leave her lies behind and start over. But Ella wasn’t just a part of Caroline’s deception—she was a part of him. He couldn’t imagine a life without her in it.----Caroline sat in her bedroom, staring at the door to the guest room where Frederick now slept. She had lost him, she knew that much. But the thought of losing Ella, to
Samara drove aimlessly through the city streets, the cool night air seeping through her car’s cracked window. The confrontation with Damien had left her emotionally drained, but beneath the exhaustion was a strange sense of liberation. For the first time in months, she felt like she was in control of her own story.Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat, breaking her thoughts. She glanced at the screen—Frederick.After a moment’s hesitation, she picked it up. “Hello?”“Samara,” Frederick’s voice was calm but concerned. “Are you okay? You left so abruptly earlier. I was worried.”“I’m... better,” she admitted, her voice soft. “I ended things with Damien.”A pause. “You did?”“Yes,” she said firmly. “I couldn’t stay with him after what I found out.”“I’m proud of you,” Frederick said after a beat. “It takes strength to walk away from something that isn’t good for you.”Samara swallowed the lump in her throat, grateful for his unwavering support. “Thank you, Frederick. I don’t know what
Frederick opened the door almost instantly when Samara knocked, as though he’d been waiting for her. His expression shifted from concern to alarm when he saw the tears streaking her face and the phone clutched tightly in her hand.“Samara, what happened?” he asked, stepping aside to let her in.She walked past him, her body trembling with the effort to stay composed. “I was right,” she said, her voice breaking. “Caroline… Damien… they’ve been working together this whole time.”Frederick frowned, shutting the door and guiding her to the couch. “What do you mean? What did you find out?”Wordlessly, Samara unlocked her phone, pulled up the video, and handed it to him. She couldn’t bear to watch it again, but the sound of Damien and Caroline’s voices filled the room, each word cutting deeper than the last.Frederick’s jaw tightened as he watched. By the time the video ended, his hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles white. “Unbelievable,” he muttered, his voice low and furious. “Th
Frederick’s hand covered hers, his touch steadying. “Samara, Damien isn’t the kind of man I’d trust with anything important. But this... this also sounds like something Caroline would orchestrate. She’s manipulative, and she’ll do whatever it takes to get what she wants.”“But what if he’s lying to me, Frederick?” she whispered. “What if everything we’ve built is a lie?”Frederick hesitated, his grip tightening slightly. “Then you deserve to know the truth. You don’t have to make any decisions tonight, Samara. Take your time. Don’t let them rush you into anything.”She looked at him, her eyes searching his face for reassurance. “I don’t know where to go from here.”He gave her a faint, bittersweet smile. “You’re stronger than you think. You’ll figure it out.”Samara felt a sudden rush of gratitude for him. Despite everything they’d been through, Frederick was still there for her, steady and unwavering. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder as the weight of the eveni
Samara sat frozen in her chair, the café's lively atmosphere fading into the background. Her mind replayed Caroline's words, the images she had shown, and the implications they carried. The thought that Damien might have been working with Caroline all along made her stomach churn.Gathering herself, she took a deep breath and stood. She couldn’t let Caroline get to her—not without hearing Damien's side of the story first.---Later that evening, Samara sat in the living room, her arms crossed as she waited for Damien to return home. The engagement ring on her finger seemed to burn against her skin, a symbol of trust she now questioned. The door clicked open, and Damien walked in, his usual confident stride faltering when he saw her expression.“Samara?” he asked, setting his briefcase down. “What’s wrong?”She stood, holding her phone tightly. “Caroline,” she said flatly.His brows furrowed. “What about Caroline?”“She met with me today. She showed me pictures, Damien. Pictures of you
Caroline sat on the plush sofa in her mother’s elegant living room, her legs crossed as she sipped a glass of wine. The tension from the courtroom battle had faded, replaced by a smug satisfaction. Across from her, Eleanor watched her daughter closely, her expression a mix of pride and concern.“Now that you’ve gotten custody of Ella,” Eleanor began, setting her teacup down delicately, “what’s your plan? You’ve won the battle, but what about the war?”Caroline swirled her wine, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Oh, Mother, you know me. I always have a plan.”Eleanor raised an eyebrow. “Caroline, I’m serious. Frederick won’t take this lying down. You’ve poked the bear, and he’s bound to retaliate. You need to be careful.”Caroline laughed lightly, the sound tinged with bitterness. “Careful? Frederick can try whatever he wants, but I’m one step ahead of him. He’s predictable—too righteous for his own good. Ella’s mine now, and I’ll make sure he knows that.”Eleanor leaned forward, her t
As the court recessed for deliberation, Frederick sat silently, his heart pounding. The wait was excruciating.When everyone reconvened, Judge Carter addressed the room. The courtroom was silent as she prepared to deliver her decision.“This case has been difficult,” she began, her tone measured. “Both parents clearly love Ella and want what’s best for her. The court’s role is to determine the arrangement that will most benefit the child.”Frederick held his breath, his pulse pounding in his ears.“While Colonel Smyth has provided a stable environment, the court recognizes the importance of a child having a meaningful relationship with her mother. Ms. Caroline Matthews has demonstrated a commitment to her personal growth and to being a responsible parent.“Therefore, I am awarding primary custody to Ms. Caroline Matthews. Colonel Frederick Smyth will have visitation rights, including alternating weekends and scheduled holidays.”Frederick felt as though the ground had been ripped out
A frown creased Frederick's forehead as he set his briefcase on the table and walked through the house. The kitchen was immaculate, no sign of the half-finished sandwiches Ella often left behind or the coffee Caroline habitually abandoned on the counter.“Ella?” Frederick called again, a hint of worry creeping into his tone.He climbed the stairs to Ella’s room. When he pushed the door open, his heart sank. The room was disturbingly bare. Ella’s favorite stuffed animals were gone, her bookshelves empty save for a stray coloring book. Her pink suitcase—the one Caroline insisted was for “special trips”—was missing from its usual spot in the corner.Frederick’s pulse quickened as he turned and headed to the master bedroom. He flung the closet doors open, his stomach dropping when he saw Caroline’s clothes missing. Drawers that once held her belongings were now empty, leaving only a stray hanger or two.Panic clawed at his chest. He pulled out his phone and dialed Caroline’s number, pacin
Damien’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but his eyes remained on her. “You’ve done so well keeping away from their drama, Sam. Don’t let Caroline drag you into it now.”Samara forced a smile and nodded. “You’re right.”But as Damien returned to the kitchen to refill their glasses, Samara’s mind raced. Caroline had never reached out to her directly before. What could she possibly want?That night, after Damien had fallen asleep, Samara lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Her conversation with Debrah replayed in her mind, blending with her memories of Frederick.She remembered how he used to look at her, how his laughter could fill a room. But those memories were shadowed by the pain they’d both caused each other. She thought about Ethan and the way Frederick had spoken to him during the visit. There had been genuine love in his voice, a longing that mirrored her own.Samara sighed and turned to her side, glancing at her phone on the nightstand. The unanswered call from Caroline sat heavy o
Frederick sat in his lawyer’s office, the weight of the custody battle pressing heavily on his shoulders. The polished mahogany desk between them seemed like a chasm as his lawyer, Mr. Hayes, reviewed the documents spread out before him.“Frederick,” Mr. Hayes began, adjusting his glasses, “the good news is you’ve been an exemplary father to Ella. The court will take that into serious consideration.”Frederick nodded, though the tension in his chest didn’t ease. “And the bad news?”Mr. Hayes sighed. “The bad news is that Caroline is her biological mother. Courts typically favor mothers in custody cases unless there’s undeniable evidence that staying with her would harm the child.”“She’s lied to me, manipulated me, and now she’s dragging Harry into this,” Frederick said, his frustration boiling over. “Ella doesn’t even know him. How could a judge think it’s in her best interest to be anywhere near that man?”Mr. Hayes tapped his pen against the desk. “We’ll use Harry’s criminal record