The following day felt like a long, frustrating day. Of all the things that I would misplace, it would have to be my purse.I had already searched every inch of the house—every corner, every drawer, even places I knew my purse couldn’t possibly be. Even Letty and Lena helped me too, turning the entire place upside down, but still, couldn’t find my missing purse. My purse was gone. And with it, almost everything important—my ID, credit cards, and some personal documents I couldn’t afford to lose.“Are you sure you didn’t leave it somewhere outside?” Lena asked, her voice laced with concern as she scanned the kitchen counter for the third time.“I’ve checked everywhere I can think of,” I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. But truthfully, I was on the verge of breaking down. How could I have been so careless?Letty peeked her head around the corner, shaking her head. “Nothing upstairs either. We’ve looked everywhere.”I sighed and rubbed my temples, feeling the weight of
I blinked at William's question, momentarily thrown off by its bluntness. The word "married" lingered in the air, as it sounded totally uncalled for. And then, just like that, the wave of grief crashed over me again.I lowered my gaze to the cup of coffee in front of me, wrapping my hands around it as if the warmth might somehow anchor me. Married? How could I even begin to answer that? "No," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not married yet." recalling the truth that Leon and I’s wedding would no longer happen anymore because he’s already gone.There was a long pause, and I could feel William's eyes on me, studying my face as if trying to read between the lines. The weight of his gaze made me feel vulnerable, exposed, like he could sense the tangled emotions just beneath the surface."Yet...you mean—" he prompted gently, sensing there was more.I hesitated, biting my lip as I considered how much to reveal. I hadn’t talked about Leon with anyone outside of my close
The weight of the moment settled in the room as I cradled my newborn son in my arms, his tiny fingers curling around mine. I couldn’t stop staring at him, this little life that had just entered the world, so fragile yet so full of potential. Every breath he took was a reminder of the journey ahead, the life I would build for him, the love I would pour into him. He was the beginning of something new, something I hadn’t planned but was now fully ready to embrace.William stood quietly near the door, watching us and I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude toward him. He had rushed me to the hospital, stayed through the entire labor, and witnessed the birth of my child—an experience I had never imagined sharing with anyone but Leon.As I looked up at William, I could see that this had changed something between us. There was no need for words; the moment itself had forged a bond. He didn’t belong to this part of my life, yet here he was, having witnessed one of the most miracu
The soft sound of Lucas babbling in his crib pulled me out of my thoughts as I leaned against the kitchen counter, staring out of the window. It was a peaceful morning, and the air smelled of fresh rain. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I watched him wiggle his tiny fingers, trying to reach for the mobile that swayed above him. I still couldn’t believe how much my life had changed in such a short time. A year ago, I wasn’t even sure I could do this—raise a child on my own. But now, I was proud to say that I could. But of course, I wouldn’t even be able to do it without my family’s help.“Morning, child,” Aunt Lou’s voice greeted me as she shuffled into the kitchen, already dressed and ready to take on the day. Her energy amazed me. She was always up before everyone else, taking care of things as if it was second nature.Aunt Lou insisted that they stay into my apartment every now and then to make sure I have some company. And I could have someone to help me around with Lu
As the days passed after Lucas’ first birthday, I found myself caught between two worlds—the life I was trying to build as a mother to Lucas and the painful past that was clawing its way back into my present. Jack’s revelation haunted me, replaying in my mind during quiet moments. Was it really possible? Could someone have caused Leon’s death? The thought made my stomach churn, but I couldn't shake it.Despite the inner turmoil, life continued. Lucas was growing quickly, taking more steps each day, babbling new words that filled the house with joy. My Aunt Lou, Letty, and Lena were always around, giving me the support I needed to raise him. William, too, was a constant presence. His role as Lucas' godfather had strengthened our bond, though things remained strictly platonic after I’d rejected his romantic feelings. He never brought it up again, for which I was grateful, but it did make me feel awkward at times—how he could be so caring even after I’d turned him down.One afternoon,
It was a late afternoon when I found myself pacing the length of our living room, staring at the untouched coffee on the table. The memories of that night refused to leave me, the moment that had haunted me for weeks now. Justin—a name I had hoped would never cross my mind again. But the fear had taken root, growing like a dark shadow that loomed over me.I had watched him fall.I had watched him bleed.So why did the idea of him being alive claw at my insides?Leon's voice echoed in my memory from that night, strong and certain. “He’s dead, Margarette. There’s no way anyone could have survived that.” Jack had been there too, nodding, reassuring me that Justin was gone. But now, as the doubts took hold, all I could think about was the possibility that maybe we had all been wrong. No body was ever found. What if he had survived? What if he was hiding, plotting?I shook my head, trying to shake off the creeping paranoia, but it was too late. The seed had been planted. It had started wi
It had been another year, and Lucas was now a lively, playful toddler, always running around, laughing at the smallest things. His energy was boundless, and watching him grow had been the only thing that kept me grounded after everything that had happened. But as I stood in the living room, watching him chase after his favorite stuffed bunny, my mind wandered.I couldn’t keep living like this.All I could think about was his future. The fortune Leon had left for Lucas was more than enough to sustain us for years, but something didn’t sit right with me about relying solely on that money. Leon had worked hard for his wealth, and I wanted to make sure Lucas had something more than just an inheritance.But I hadn’t worked in years. It seemed impossible to even consider going back to the corporate world. I could barely remember what it felt like to sit in an office, much less handle the pressure of the business world again. Besides, who would hire someone who had been out of the game for so
It had been a week since the audition, and the silence from the producers was deafening. Every morning, I would check my phone, my emails—anything that might indicate whether I had landed the role or not. But each time, there was nothing. As the days passed, I started to convince myself that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.I wasn’t sure if I was more disappointed or relieved. Part of me wanted this so badly. The idea of stepping into a role, of being someone else for a while, had reignited something in me that I hadn’t felt in years. But the other part of me, the one that doubted every step I took, told me that maybe this was for the best. I hadn’t acted in so long. Maybe it was foolish to think I could just waltz back into the industry like I belonged there.“Lucas, slow down!” I called as I watched my little boy zoom around the living room, making car noises as he pushed a toy car across the floor.He giggled but didn’t listen. Instead, he sped up, making the car crash into the wa