Nicholas's POV
"You need time to recover. The doctor said you must rest completely."I hoped these words would bring her some comfort, even though I knew how difficult it was for someone used to being active to accept that reality. As I looked into her eyes, I promised myself to always be by her side, helping her through these tough times with patience and love.Sabrina then asked, "What did the doctor say about my condition?"I felt a weight in my chest. I saw a mix of emotions on her face, and I knew she was struggling with frustration and hope.I paused for a moment, trying to choose my words carefully. I didn't want to make her more anxious or burdened."The doctor just said you need to rest more and not forget your medication again. That's all," I said, trying to sound lighthearted.Even though my tone was calm, I could feel the tension in the air, but her eyes still reflected worry. I wanted to provide comfortNicholas's POVI looked deeply into her eyes, sensing the despair behind her words. “I know. And that’s what I’m working on. You don’t have to feel alone in this, Sabrina. I’m here.”My words aimed to provide strength, letting her know that my support would never fade. In this difficult moment, I wanted her to feel that she had someone who cared and was ready to fight alongside her.Sabrina remained silent, just looking down in silence. I stayed by her side, ensuring she knew she wasn’t alone.However, in my heart, I realized that this battle was just beginning. Hazel would not make things easy for us. Her presence as Charlie's biological mother added complexity to the situation, and I could feel the challenges we would face ahead. Nevertheless, I was determined to fight for their love and happiness, no matter how hard the road would be.***I arrived at Hazel's apartment with a heart full of anger and determination. Each step fe
Nicholas's POVMy words seemed to stab her heart. Hazel froze, her eyes wide, and I could see the tears welling up in her eyes. “I… I didn’t want to destroy anything,” she said, her voice shaking. “But I feel abandoned.”“Abandoned? You chose to leave,” I said firmly. “Now, if you really want to be a mother to Charlie, show him that you can see beyond yourself. This isn’t about you or Sabrina. This is about him.”The look of desperation on her face made me hope she understood how important it was to put Charlie above her own selfish feelings. Hazel’s slap came so fast that I barely had time to react. My cheek stung, but the pain was nothing compared to the anger that bubbled up inside me. She stared at me with hateful eyes, her hands shaking. “You know nothing, Nicholas. Don’t you dare judge what I do.”I clenched my fists, trying to keep myself from lashing out with even sharper words. “Then explain, Hazel. Explain why you left, why you
Sabrina's POVI am still lying in the hospital bed, staring at the cold, empty white ceiling. My body is weak, but my mind is filled with images of Charlie. His smile, his laughter, even his whines when he asked to sleep with me at night.Every memory of him flows through my mind, making me miss him with all my heart and soul. It feels as if there is an empty space within me without his presence. I want to feel his embrace, hear his voice, and experience the happiness he always brought.In the midst of this pain and loneliness, Charlie is the light that keeps me going. I hope to return to him soon, to share laughter and stories, and forget all this pain.Since Nicholas left a few hours ago, the atmosphere in this room has been so quiet. I know he went for something important, perhaps to fetch Charlie. But the uncertainty makes my heart even more anxious.What is happening over there? Is Charlie okay? Is he crying, calling for me? These thought
Sabrina's POVThese thoughts made it harder for me to swallow my food. Each bite felt like a burden, and this worry blocked my appetite. I wanted to protect Charlie, to tell him he wasn't alone, but right now, I was stuck here, struggling with this unrelenting anxiety.I took a long breath and tried to focus. If I didn't take care of myself, how could I meet Charlie again? How could I be strong for him?With renewed determination, I looked at my meal tray and promised myself to finish it, even though every bite felt like a struggle.Each spoonful I took was a small step toward recovery. I tried to feel the warmth of the soup and chew the whole wheat bread with hope, even though anxiety still lingered in my mind.I knew I had to hold on, not just for myself but for Charlie. He needed support and love, and I was determined to be strong for him. With each bite, I imagined the day we could be together again, and that thought gave me a bit of
Sabrina's POVNicholas's expression changed instantly. The worry that had been faint now appeared clearly in his eyes. He clenched his hands anxiously, as if trying to gather the courage to respond."Sabrina," he finally said, his voice low and filled with regret. "I'm sorry... I couldn't bring Charlie."His words shook my heart. They hit me like a hammer to the chest. Anxiety and fear enveloped my mind, creating a wave of emotions that was hard to bear. In an instant, my hopes were dimmed, and the sense of loss deepened. Thoughts of Charlie became increasingly painful, making me feel trapped in uncertainty.I felt tears welling up in my eyes, but I tried to hold them back. "What happened, Nicholas?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Why couldn't you bring him? Did Hazel not allow it? Did she... did she cause trouble again?"Nicholas nodded slowly, then rubbed his face in frustration. "Hazel forbade me. She... she threatened to take legal act
Sabrina's POVThat night, the atmosphere in the hospital room felt quiet, only the soft sounds of medical equipment accompanying my heavy heartbeat. The dim light in the corner cast long shadows on the walls. I lay there, staring at the ceiling without really seeing anything. It felt like there was a gaping hole in my chest, a loss so profound that it made breathing difficult. Every second that passed only added to the feeling of loneliness and emptiness. Memories of Charlie swirled in my mind, reminding me of how much his presence meant to me. In the silence, I tried to calm myself, but the shadows of uncertainty and pain continued to haunt me. I knew I had to find a way to cope with all of this, even though the road ahead felt very dark.Nicholas sat in the chair beside my bed, trying to read something on his phone to pass the time. But I knew he kept stealing glances at me, perhaps worried because I hadn’t closed my eyes at all. Whe
Hazel's POVThat morning, gentle sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains of Charlie's room. I stood in the doorway, watching his small face still asleep. It looked so innocent, so peaceful. It felt as if the world had paused for a moment just to give me time to enjoy this view. The little boy I once carried, now the center of my universe.Every breath he took, every subtle movement, made my heart flutter. I remembered how all of this began, the long journey full of challenges. Now, seeing him sleep peacefully, all the fatigue and sadness felt worth it.I stepped inside slowly, trying not to wake him. Gently, I touched his soft hair, feeling lucky to be his mother. In my heart, I promised to protect him, give him the best, and create beautiful memories that would help him grow happily."Charlie, sweetheart," I whispered softly as I walked closer to his bed. My hand touched his shoulder gently. "Time to wake up, darling. It's morning. Time
Hazel's POVWith a satisfied smile, I brought the plate to the dining table and set it in front of Charlie.His face instantly lit up at the sight of the beautifully presented pancakes. He immediately reached out his hands, ready to enjoy a delicious breakfast. This moment felt perfect, filling our morning with happiness and love."Ta-daa! Here are the special pancakes for the Bubble King," I said cheerfully.Charlie clapped his small hands, his eyes sparkling. "Thank you, Mommy!"The joy on his face warmed my heart. He quickly grabbed his spoon and began to devour the pancakes eagerly. Each bite added to his smile, and I felt blissful watching him enjoy the breakfast I had prepared. This simple moment became one of the highlights of our day.I sat across from him, took a small fork, and began to feed him pancakes. "How does it taste?" I asked with a wide smile."Very good, Mommy!" he replied with his mouth full.
Sabrina's POV I had just arrived home after dropping Charlie off at school. As I opened the door, the gentle aroma of the empty house welcomed me. I placed my bag and keys on the small table near the entrance, taking a deep breath in an attempt to dispel the heavy silence that felt more oppressive today.Every corner of this house reminded me of the beautiful moments we had shared together. However, now everything felt empty without Nicholas's presence. I walked slowly into the living room, feeling the stillness envelop me.Sitting on the sofa, I reflected on how my days were always filled with noise and laughter. Now, everything seemed to have come to a halt. I picked up my phone and checked the screen, hoping for a message from him, but there was none.“I can get through this,” I whispered, trying to calm myself. Maybe I could do something to fill the time, something that would make me feel better. I got up and headed to the kitchen, intending to pr
Sabrina's POV Charlie looked proud to hear that. He puffed out his little chest, making me smile even more.When we arrived home, I helped Charlie take off his shoes on the porch. We went inside, and the aroma of chicken soup wafting from the kitchen immediately filled our noses.Charlie sniffed the air and exclaimed, “Wow, your cooking smells amazing, Mom!”I ruffled his hair gently. “Let’s wash our hands first, then we can eat.”We went to the bathroom, washing our hands together while laughing as Charlie played with soap bubbles. After that, we sat at the dining table. I poured warm soup into Charlie’s bowl, arranging it with cute-shaped vegetables, star-shaped carrots, and heart-shaped potatoes to make him more excited to eat.As the first spoonful entered his mouth, his eyes widened. “It’s so good, Mom!”I laughed. “You like it?”He nodded quickly. “Yes! Daddy has to try this later!”I held my breath f
Sabrina's POV I tried to focus on the road, but the image of his face kept haunting me. I imagined how he was doing now, in London, facing heavy challenges. “Is he okay? Does he feel alone?” I asked myself.Every question haunted my mind, but I knew I had to be strong. For Charlie, for Nicholas, and for myself.Upon arriving home, I walked slowly to the living room, sat on the sofa, and reached for a small photo album lying on the table. I hadn’t opened the album in a long time, but today, for some reason, I wanted to see the smiles captured by the camera.The first thing I saw was a photo of Charlie as a toddler, hugged by Nicholas while smiling brightly. His little face full of happiness reminded me of those simple times. It felt like just yesterday when he was learning to walk, and Nicholas was always there to catch him whenever he fell.I continued to the photo from Charlie's first birthday. Nicholas and I stood in the background, ou
Sabrina's POVThis morning felt a bit quieter. There was no sound of Nicholas's footsteps usually heard from the bathroom to the kitchen, no sleepy smile as he pulled out a chair for breakfast. It was the second day without his presence, and I was still trying to adjust.Every corner of this house felt empty, as if everything had lost its color. I sat at the dining table, staring at the empty plate in front of me. The aroma of coffee that usually warmed the atmosphere now only reminded me of his absence. I tried to distract myself by reading a book, but the words on the pages felt flat and meaningless.I remembered the little moments with him—how he would often tease me when I was too serious, or how he always remembered little details about me. Without him, my days seemed dull and monotonous.Taking a deep breath, I stood up from the table. Maybe I needed to go out and get some fresh air. But before that, I glanced at our photo on the wall. His b
Nicholas’s POV Leaning back in the car seat, I took a deep breath. I knew this journey was not just about saving the project, but also about saving trust—trust from clients, trust from my family, and perhaps, my own trust in the people I had once considered important.I opened my phone again, staring at the wallpaper photo, me, Sabrina, and Charlie in the park last week. They were the reason I had to resolve all of this. I couldn’t fail.“I’ll be home soon,” I whispered to the screen now displaying the digital boarding pass. “For you.”The plane was set to take off in one hour, and I was already sitting in the airport waiting lounge, alone with my endlessly spinning thoughts. My laptop was on my lap, but not a single email I read truly registered in my mind. I just stared at the blank screen while my thoughts returned to one point—Hazel.Why did she do it? What was her motivation? I knew she loved Charlie. But this… this wasn’
Nicholas’s POV I suddenly sank back in my chair. My body felt stiff, and my head felt like it had been hit with a blunt object. The project with Mr. Harrington wasn’t just any project; it was a long-term strategic partnership that would expand our business network into Europe. Everything was almost finalized. And now, canceled?I squeezed my temples with both hands. The missing report, Hazel avoiding me, and now this. Everything felt clearer. But there was no time to get caught up in anger or shock.I had to move quickly. With my mind starting to focus, I reopened my laptop and began checking all the data related to the project. If there were discrepancies, I needed to find them before Mr. Harrington made his final decision.One thing was certain: I couldn’t let this end like this. I had to find Hazel, get an explanation from her, and perhaps—just perhaps—find a way to save this project.“Book the fastest flight to London for today!” I c
Nicholas’s POV I had been holding my phone for five minutes, staring at the screen with Hazel's name clearly displayed. Anger bubbled inside me, but there was also deep disappointment. Even so, I knew I couldn’t resolve this with just emotions. I needed clarity. I needed direct answers from her.So, with a deep breath, I pressed the green button and brought the phone to my ear. But she didn’t answer.Seconds ticked by, feeling more and more tense. I tried calling again, but the result was the same. The courage I had built up began to fade, replaced by anxiety and frustration.What should I do now? If she was indeed involved, maybe she already knew I was suspicious. With each passing second, negative thoughts gnawed at me.The ringing tone continued until I finally heard her voice on the other end. “Hello?” “Hazel, it’s Nicholas.” There was a brief silence, then I heard her usual tone. “Oh… why are you calling
Nicholas’s POV My heart began to race. This wasn’t just an ordinary document. Inside were details of the monthly report, fund allocation strategies, and financing plans for new projects. Everything was sensitive.I stood and walked to the shelf in the corner of the room, checking the extra folders I sometimes used to store copies. Still nothing. “Strange…” I muttered as I sat back down and rubbed my temples.My mind drifted to many things. I hadn’t opened that document yesterday. So who did? My secretary was always meticulous and wouldn’t randomly move important documents without my knowledge. And the only person in my office yesterday was Hazel.I shook my head quickly, trying to dismiss the suspicion that arose. But my mind was starting to be clouded with discomfort. I rarely made mistakes with paperwork, especially something so crucial.Quickly, I pressed the intercom button. “Please come to my office now.” “Sure, sir.”
Nicholas’s POV Today was long, and I had to be strong for everything. A sense of responsibility flowed within me, pushing me to remain steadfast. With each passing second, I was determined to give my best for our family.Charlie began to tell stories about his friends at school, his cheerful voice filling the car. I tried to listen, although my thoughts still wandered to heavier matters. However, seeing his smile made me feel a little better.“Papa, look! There’s a dog!” he suddenly exclaimed, pulling my attention back to the road.I smiled, trying to engage in his excitement. “Yeah, champ! The dog is cute, isn’t it?”As soon as the car stopped right in front of the school gate, Charlie eagerly unbuckled his seatbelt. “Charlie’s off to school now, Papa!” he exclaimed as he reached for his bag in the back seat. I turned to him and placed a hand on his shoulder for a moment. “Wait a second.” Charlie stopped and looked at