OpheliaIt happens that Ryan just wanted me. He had fallen asleep in my hands, and I cradled him against myself as I relaxed on the couch, my thoughts wandering to Olivia. His steady, soft breathing was a calming rhythm, and I couldn't help but allow my thoughts to be all over. The moment I saw Olivia replayed over and over in my mind.Why did she deny knowing me? Why didn't she run into my arms like she used to? Why did her eyes hold a stare of indifference instead of recognition? Why was she there? Every detail stuck to my thoughts, dragging me into an endless storm of questions with no answers.She was dead, right? I had seen her lifeless body. I had stood at her funeral, watching as the casket was lowered into the ground, feeling my heart shatter in ways I hadn’t thought possible.That day, the raw grief had consumed me, leaving behind a scar I thought I’d carry forever. How could all of it have been a lie?How in the world was she alive? Or could it be her lookalike? But I knew
Ryder’s POVThe hum of the engine vibrated beneath me as the cab sped through the city streets. My mind was on Ophelia. She’d sounded different on the phone—quieter, almost... sad. Unlike her usual self. I didn’t tell her I’d wrapped up everything early just to surprise her. I wanted to see her face light up when I walked through the door. “Could you go a little faster?” I asked the driver, meeting his eyes in the rearview mirror. He nodded and picked up speed. For days, she’d been on my mind more than usual. Ophelia wasn’t just managing the house or caring for Ryan—she’d become the center of my world without me realizing it. She made me want to be better, to carve out time for moments that weren’t filled with business or deals. Just her, Ryan, and me. I couldn’t wait to see her reaction when she realized I’d returned early. I wanted to watch that smile of hers, the one that seemed to light up everything around her. The thought was interrupted when the cab slowed. Up ahead, a
Ophelia's povMy eyes met Ryder's and he came to me, holding me by my shoulder, and whispered, “Ophelia, please calm down”“B-but-” I couldn't form words as tears filled my eyes. “Shhhh, take a deep breath and breathe out,” I did as he said, “You are not going to get answers like this, you are scaring her.” he turned to Olivia, who was observing us under her eyelid.“Please, let us have our seats and talk,” he gestured to the couch.All seated, I couldn't help but observe Olivia. She looked confused and tense. She still carried that aura with her but there was something amiss in her.“Where have you been?” I couldn't hold myself any longer but ask. I was running out of patience which was not my attribute.“In my world,” she answered in a ‘duh’ tone. I wanted to ask another question when Ryder spoke before I did.“What is your name?” I could see behind his composure. He was shaken by her appearance. His eyes hadn't left hers since she appeared, and his gaze was soft and tender towards
Ophelia's pov I felt the space beside me and found nothing. I opened my eyes but didn't find Ryder beside me. “Babe,” I called out, thinking he was in the bathroom, but I didn't get a response. I flunked my legs to the floor and said my silent prayers before leaving the room and going to Ryan's room.His room was empty. First, my heart raced with different possibilities before settling with the thought of Ryan with Ryder. I might have slept so deep and late. I headed to the living room.I heard Ryan's voice before I saw him. He was sitting beside Ryder while opposite them was Olivia. She was dressed in her old clothes, and she looked clean and tidy, unlike the previous day. Ryder's gaze was fixed on Olivia with pain, longing, and something else I could place my hands on.Ryan kept on talking to Ryder, and Ryder only nodded his head as paying attention to him.Something about the setting struck something in my heart and I couldn't look away. “Mama” Ryan shouted and tried getting of
Ophelia's pov.I don't know the nagging feeling that came over me suddenly as I served breakfast on the table. “Breakfast is ready,” I said out loud and took out my chair, sitting down. Ryder and Olivia came to the dining table and sat down.I helped Ryder with his plate and turned to help Olivia. Olivia normally ears light and she eats only 2 pancakes because she used to watch her weight. But if she wanted to forget about her diet, she takes 3 to 4 pancakes so I just put 3 for her on her plate and added strawberry syrup for her on it.“Thank you,” she smiled, and I smiled back before serving myself.Between the two of us, I was the foodie. While Olivia cared about her beauty, shape, and skin, I cared about food, movies, and novels.And that makes us so different. I remember always stealing her food because I knew she wouldn't finish it, the memory brought a smile to my face.I looked down at my mountain of pancakes and dug in immediately. Almost halfway into my food, Gina arrived, a
Ophelia’s povI lay in Ryder’s arms, my body still tingling from the intense moment we shared in his office. His fingers lazily trailed patterns on my back, a rare smile playing on his lips. It felt like a moment of peace, a reprieve from the emotional storm that had been brewing since Olivia’s return. “I have never done anything like that,” I said, breaking the silence. He hummed and I asked the question in my mind. “What now?” his fingers, which were trailing lazily on my back, stopped. “I mean, what is going to happen now that Olivia is back?” “I will take her to the hospital tomorrow for a check-up, and hopefully, she will regain her memory,” he continued, trailing patterns on my back. “What about me? Will I still remain in your life now that your first wife is here?” His fingers froze on my back before he replied.“You are my wife and I won't leave you. You are Ryan's mother as well as my wife and you bring so much happiness to our lives. Don't think about it too hard” he ki
Ophelia's pov Later that evening, after I had tucked Ryan into bed, I found her sitting on the balcony, staring out at the stars. The cool night breeze ruffled her hair, and for a moment, she looked peaceful, almost like the Olivia I remembered from years ago. “ Do you mind if I join you?” I asked, stepping out onto the balcony. She glanced at me and smiled faintly. “Of course not.” I sat down beside her, my hands fidgeting in my lap. The words I wanted to say felt heavy on my tongue, I didn't know how to begin. “Olivia, there is something you should know” I began, my voice barely above a whisper. She turned to me, her brow furrowing in concern. “What is it? I hope it isn't another bombshell on me. I am getting exhausted with taking information in” “It is about your life before the incident,” I said, taking a deep breath. “There is something you don’t know.” Her confusion deepened, and I could see the gears turning in her head. “What do you mean?” I hesitated, my hand
Ophelia povThe drive home felt like a blur with my mind racing with possible thoughts. But the ones that stood out were: what does the note mean? Why was it placed on my car and who did it?When I arrived, the house was quiet, but I brushed it aside and went to the refrigerator, opened a bottle of water, and drank from it. I breathed out in relief as I closed my eyes.“Welcome, ma'am.” Gina appeared beside me. “How was your day?” She asked with a smile.I nodded, returning her smile, “It was good. Where is everyone?” There was no sign of Ryder and Olivia. I didn't see Ryan either.“Sir took Miss Olivia to the hospital and Ryan is fast asleep in his room. Do you want me to make anything for you” she asked, her eyes looking at me with concern. “No, thank you. You do a lot already for me already” “No, it is nothing. I am free anyways,” she insisted, and I gave in. “Anything is fine by me,” she nodded her head and started opening cabinets to prepare something and I walked out of the ki
Ophelia's Pov The interrogation room seemed to be closing in on me, weighted down by unspoken questions, thick with the seriousness of Olivia's confession. They had barely been spoken when she had first said them, but now that I let them settle in my mind, they tumbled at me like a starving beast. "Running from myself," she had said.I did not get it. Who was she really running away from? Hadn't she always been the confident and perfect daughter? Hadn't she always been the one to get everything she wanted? But here, in front of us, I saw something else. I saw the vulnerability, the seething self-loathing that burned in her eyes.I wanted to know. I needed to know. But the more I thought about what she had said, the more obvious it was that I didn't know her at all. "Olivia," I began gently, trying to hold back the tremble from my voice."What did you mean? What is going on here?"She didn't answer at first, hands clenched in her lap, knuckles white with the pressure of her hold.
Ophelia's Pov The quiet in the house was unbearable. Dust hung motionless in the stale air, soaking up the weak light sneaking through broken windows.Olivia leaned back against the freezing wall, pressing her hand onto her belly as if shielding life inside. Not a word passed her lips. She just looked at us— suspiciously, cautiously.Ryder took a step closer, his voice sharp and adamant. "Tell me, Olivia. Who is the father of your baby?"She breathed in slowly, her gaze skittering back and forth between him and me before focusing on the detective behind us. "Can we speak in private and not in front of anyone else?"Ryder's jaw worked. "Not going to happen."The detective turned to us, then Olivia. "Miss Hamilton, if you do have information that can help us, you need to share it now. We are investigating a series of crimes, including the case of your disappearance and Paul's participation in a kidnapping act. If you are in harm's way, we need to know from whom."Olivia laughed— bitter
Ophelia's Pov The sun burst through the curtains and illuminated the bedroom with a warm golden hue. I hadn't slept at all. Regardless of how many times I attempted to shut my eyes, Ryan's screams haunted me, screaming repeatedly in my head. His tiny hands had clasped me all night, and even now, as I inched cautiously to check on him, his tiny fingers gripped tightly in fear that he would lose me.I smoothed out his curls, planting a soft kiss on his forehead. "I am here, baby."He stirred slightly but didn't wake.Ryder was up already, in the armchair by the window, sitting there with an unreadable face."You didn't sleep either?" I whispered to him.He breathed deeply and ran his hand through his hair. "I didn't. I had to make sure you two were okay."I nodded. We were both running on fumes of anxiety and fatigue.And today, I was not moving. I was home with Ryan, keeping him safe.*****The morning passed quietly, and I thanked God. I made Ryan's favorite breakfast of chocolate
Ophelia's Pov The sun pierced the curtains, its golden beams casting soft lines on the room. I woke up, my body aching, fatigue clinging to me like a second skin. But it was not fatigue— it was the weight of all that had happened.Beside me, Ryan’s tiny fingers were still curled around my nightgown. Even in sleep, he held onto me as if I would vanish the moment he let go. His face, usually so full of light, was troubled, his small brows drawn together in distress.I threaded my fingers through his hair, my heart shattering for him. He had endured too much. The kidnapping, the fear, and the terror are still imprinted on his mind.A gentle tap at the door. I went to find Ryder standing there, his gaze gentle but concerned."How is he?" Ryder breathed, stepping closer.I sighed, rolling slightly. "Still sleeping. But he continued to mutter in his sleep, Ryder. He is terrified."Ryder's eyes clenched tightly as he leaned against the foot of the bed. "I should have better protected him."
Ophelia's Pov That night, I was discharged and we went home. On getting home there was a little welcome party for Ryan organized by Sandra. Mum, Jacob, Sandra, and Desmond were there already.Fatigue clung to my frame like a heavy blanket by the time we arrived home, but I set aside the desire to fall. The golden glow of the living room lamps welcomed us, and the soft hum of conversation drifted toward me as we walked in."Surprise!"Ryan blinked, his pinhead eyes stretching wide as he took in the decorations— blue and white balloons attached to table legs, a small cake sitting on the table, and a homemade sign reading ‘Welcome Home, Ryan!’ in bold, happy letters. Sandra came over, her own face sporting a look of sheepishness. "I thought he should have something after all that he had endured."My chest tightened as I soaked it all in. The soft but significant ornamentation, the affection of those around us, and the gentle way Sandra clasped Ryan like she was trying to comfort him i
Ryder's Pov There was stunned silence.My heart was racing in my chest as Desmond dropped his gun. I looked around to confirm what I was seeing. Paul was on the ground, blood gushing out from under him. His men had fended off the threat, but my attention was elsewhere.Ophelia.She was immobilized, her chest heaving in short, ragged breaths. Her hands shook as she clutched her belly, her face white.And then, Ryan.His wail cut through the stillness, urgent and raw. "Mommy!"Then I moved.I was beside them in a moment, drawing Ryan into me and reaching out to Ophelia. "Are you hurt?" My tone was sharper than I meant it to be, but I had to know.She didn't stir. Her eyes were fixed on Paul's body, her mouth slightly open as if trying to take it all in."Ophelia." I boxed her face, forcing her to look at me. "Are you hurt?" I asked again, wanting to be sure.A single tear rolled down her cheek as she shook her head. "No… I—" Her voice broke, and her legs gave out before she could fini
Ophelia's Pov My breath lodged in my throat. My universe tilted, and for a moment, everything blurred before me."No," I whispered, attempting to shake my head as though refusing the truth would retract what Paul had just said to me.“Oh, Ophelia." Paul chuckled menacingly. "You are so innocent. So desperate for love, for acceptance. Olivia knew exactly how to play you.”I tightened my fists, my nails piercing the skin of my palms. "You are lying."His smile broadened. "Am I?"I felt like screaming, like insisting on answers, but I made myself remain calm. Ryan. I needed to think about Ryan first."Why are you telling me this now?" I insisted, trying to keep my voice firm.Paul's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Because I need you to know the truth before this is finished. Before I claim what is mine."I bristled. "Ryan is not yours."He laughed once more, head shaking. "Oh, darling. You still don't understand, do you? I never cared about the kid. I cared about control. Power. Money.
Ophelia's Pov Paul's voice made my skin crawl, his voice dripping with smugness and confidence.You will come alone, Ophelia. No tricks, no backup, no police or you will never see Ryan again," he warned.Ryder clenched his fists beside me, his whole body rigid with anger. Desmond's gaze never wavered from his laptop, fingers clicking away as he followed Paul's cue."Where do you want me to come?" I asked, struggling to hold my voice in place.Paul laughed threateningly. "I will send the address over to you shortly. Be prepared. In an hour, you should be in the location I will send to you,”The call ended, and the room hung with the awkwardness of unspoken words."He is clever," Desmond grumbled. "He didn't keep the line open long enough for me to pinpoint a location, but I have narrowed it down to a smaller place. He is somewhere in this area." He indicated a quadrant of the map.Ryder paced the room, his patience wearing thin. "We are not letting her go alone. He could be dangerous,
Ophelia's Pov Desmond and Ryder shared a glance between themselves.“He is the owner of the fingerprint in it,” Ryder said and my eyes left the picture and fell on him.“How? Why would his fingerprint be on the letter?” I asked.The tension in the room thickened as Ryder’s words lingered in the air. I stared at the picture of Paul Waters, the man who had once been so important to Olivia and obsessed with her. Now he was tied to all of this betrayal and mystery. I couldn’t fathom why his fingerprint would be on the letter.Desmond leaned forward, his voice low and measured. “We don't know yet. But we have a few leads to follow. So we are looking to. It is possible he has been involved in everything from the start, or maybe even helping Olivia orchestrate all this.”I felt a shiver run down my spine. The realization hit me hard— Olivia might not have been acting alone, she might have had the help of her ex. There was someone else behind the curtain, pulling the strings, and Paul Wate