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The soft hum of jazz music filled the intimate corners of the cozy restaurant Rita had come to love since settling into her new city. The lighting was warm, the scent of fresh herbs and grilled delicacies hung gently in the air, and the quiet chatter of diners created a comforting background buzz. It was her little escape—a place to sit in solitude, sip her favorite mango-passion juice, and let her thoughts drift freely.That afternoon, Rita sat by the window, a novel in hand, her belly barely showing under her sundress. The quiet life was treating her well, and today was meant to be just like the others—peaceful and uneventful.Until he walked in.Tall. Commanding. Effortlessly graceful.The air shifted the moment Dr. Adrian stepped through the arched doorway of the restaurant. Dressed in a simple yet tailored blazer and dark trousers, his presence was magnetic. Conversations paused. A few heads subtly turned. Even the waiters seemed to stand straighter.Rita hadn’t noticed him at fi
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The city lights flickered like restless stars outside Adrian's penthouse window. He stood with a tumbler of untouched whiskey in hand, eyes lost in the skyline, but mind far from it. His thoughts were consumed—unshakable. That woman. Her face. Her presence. Her scent.“Why do I feel like I’ve known her?” he murmured to himself, tapping the glass against his lower lip absentmindedly.The brief exchange at the restaurant had disturbed his usual calm. For a man used to moving through life with unbothered grace, this nagging curiosity was a foreign, almost irritating feeling.He turned away from the window and strode over to his home office. The blue screen of his laptop greeted him, and he quickly brought up the secure search system only he and Mark used.“Rita...” he mumbled, unsure of her last name.He typed in a few keywords from what little he remembered—Goodcure Hospital, new patient, recent move-in—and within minutes, her profile began to form.When he found her full name—Rita Muth
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Coincidences or FateAdrian stood motionless for a while after Mark relayed the final piece of information.“She went for a prenatal checkup, sir. She’s three months along.”“Three?” Adrian echoed, his voice low.“Yes, sir. It seems she’s been consistent with her visits. Goodcure Hospital. Quiet. Discreet.”Adrian turned to the tall glass window of his study, his reflection barely visible against the night sky. His thoughts spun fast.Three months pregnant. That meant… she had only just started to show.That night at the restaurant, her glow hadn’t just been charm—it was the light of life within her.“A child…” he murmured.For a man who had carefully mapped every part of his life—his studies, his career, his social avoidance—nothing could have prepared him for how this knowledge landed.He had finally met a woman who intrigued him. A woman whose spirit he admired, whose silence carried resilience, and whose smile hinted at stories deeper than words could carry. And now, finding out s
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When the Walls Came Crashing DownBack in the city James once paraded like a king, the luxurious mansion that used to host lavish parties, expensive guests, and ego-driven extravagance was no longer the envy of the neighborhood. The once-manicured lawns were overgrown, the driveway empty of its luxury cars—sold off, piece by piece, to appease the vultures that circled closer each day.It had been quiet—too quiet—for a while now. James had been laying low, hiding from reality, from his creditors, from the failure that he never thought would come. He had built his life on borrowed glory, funded by loans he took without blinking, believing that marrying Rita would automatically launch him into a world of unimaginable wealth. But now, she was gone—and so was the fantasy.And reality had finally knocked.Hard.The loud, aggressive bang on the metallic gate early that morning didn’t just jolt James out of bed—it yanked him straight into the nightmare he’d tried so hard to escape.BANG! BANG
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The Flashback—Dressed for BetrayalRita twirled once in front of the mirror, her reflection smiling back at her for the first time in what felt like forever. Her soft wine-red dress hugged her figure just right, and the light touch of makeup made her brown eyes shimmer. Her heart fluttered with anticipation—James had invited her out, willingly. No fights, no scowls, no guilt-tripping.Just… fun.He had said, “Let’s go out, just you and me. Like old times.”Rita had stared at him in disbelief before breaking into a radiant smile. That Friday evening, she hummed a forgotten love song while getting ready, the house momentarily glowing with hope.When James stepped out of the bedroom and saw her, even he paused.“Wow… You look good,” he mumbled.“Thanks,” she blushed softly, clutching her purse. “You ready?”He nodded, checking his phone quickly before they stepped out.The club was already buzzing when they arrived. Lights flickered, music throbbed, and people danced like they had nothin
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The scene unfolded with an eerie sense of fate. The club had been buzzing with life, its vibrant lights casting a haze over the night. Adrian, not realizing the trap set for him, had been drugged by his rivals. His drink, a well-placed concoction of sedatives, had slowly worked its magic. As he leaned against the bar, feeling the world spin, a woman approached him—one he had seen at the club before, a familiar face in the crowd. She was beautiful, too beautiful to ignore, with dark eyes filled with something more than admiration.She had always fantasized about Adrian, watching him from afar, and tonight, she saw an opening. She’d been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, and she was determined to make the most of it. Adrian, his thoughts clouded, didn’t realize what was happening until it was too late. He was led away by her, stumbling slightly, too out of it to question where he was going.Meanwhile, Rita was in another part of the club, blissfully unaware of the storm that
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The sun had barely risen when James’s nightmare returned to his doorstep — darker and more merciless than ever.The once-vibrant compound was now a shell of its former glory. Overgrown grass crept around cracked pavements, and the rusting gate creaked ominously in the breeze. Inside, James sat with his head bowed low, his hands buried deep in his hair. His skin was clammy with sweat, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. Days had passed since the loan sharks' last visit, but their threat echoed louder with each tick of the clock.Rita was gone. No trail, no phone number, no friends who could betray her new location. He had scoured social media, contacted her former acquaintances—even tried hacking into her old emails—but there was absolutely nothing. It was as though she had vanished into thin air. Worse still, the money he had borrowed—millions—was now overdue.And the devils had returned.The gate crashed open with a thunderous bang, followed by the echoing stomp of heavy boots. Ja
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Later That Night…James sat at the edge of the hospital bench, the dim corridor lights casting shadows on his hollow face. He stared blankly ahead, his mother’s words haunting his thoughts like whispers in the wind."One day, your lies will catch up to you, James..."They had. And with fury.His mother was now in the ICU, barely hanging on to life.The baby—Rita’s baby—was never his. But he had clung to that lie with desperate hands, hoping to use it as a lifeline, a chain to keep her bound to him. He thought if he could tie her down, maybe he wouldn’t lose everything. But now, standing in the wreckage of his own deceit, he realized he’d lost it all anyway.When he stepped out of the hospital, the night air hit him like a wave of ice. The city bustled on, uncaring and indifferent. He had nowhere to go, no one to call, and nothing left that gave his life direction.So, he did the only thing he knew.He wandered into the nearest bar, ordered the strongest bottle they had, and began drin
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