Peter arrived at Philip’s clinic, swiftly getting out of the car and opening the passenger door for Mary. He gently took her hand and led her inside.“Philip, we’re here. Please, help me check on Angela,” Peter said.“Peter, Angela... Come in, come in,” Philip responded, gesturing towards an examina
“Well... we were arguing, and he slapped me... really hard. I was standing, and I lost my balance. I hit my head when I fell, and I tried to catch myself with my hands, but I ended up hitting the tea table. After that, I pulled the tablecloth down, and hot food spilled all over me.”“Oh, Angela, wha
-In the hospital, before Mary's departure-Maximus returned to his wife's room, noticing she was still peacefully asleep. One of her bandages had a bloodstain."One of the wounds reopened, but it's just a small stitch on the edge, nothing to worry about," said a nurse who hadn't been present for the
Lying in bed, Maximus's mind wandered back to the night when everything began…-It had been nine months since Mary left the mansion. In that time, Maximus's grandmother had stopped attending the monthly meetings, but she hadn't caused any problems. Alexia, using her skills, had become indispensable
-Maximus arrived at the dinner alone, as usual. As the president of Palmer Group, he was always seen as the imposing businessman who kept his personal life separate. Everyone knew he had a girlfriend, but it raised eyebrows when he showed up in his Ferrari by himself. He passed through the red carp
Mary took out her phone, unlocked it, and scrolled through her photo gallery. She handed the phone to Maximus."Look, this is my life in Galea.""So, you're living in Galea?""Yes! It's a great place to live. Peter has a house by the sea, and in the mornings, I like to go for walks or runs along the
Maximus offered his arm for Mary to hold on to, noticing she was limping slightly from the pain in her feet, though he didn’t want to overstep and startle her. Soon, they reached his Ferrari, and he opened the door to help her inside. He drove swiftly toward home, his mind replaying something Cather
“Wow, you remember a lot about me.”“I remember the things I liked most about you.”As they talked, time passed, and the temperature dropped. Maximus took off his jacket and wrapped it around her, holding her close. They sat in silence for a while, and then Maximus spoke again, “Mary, come back home
After a few emotional minutes at Peter’s final resting place, Marcus Bartz gently urged Valerie to leave. The security team had signaled that someone was loitering nearby—a risk Marcus couldn’t afford.“My beloved Valerie, we need to go. It’s dangerous to stay here,” Marcus said, his eyes scanning t
After half an hour of driving, a convoy of three SUVs arrived at the entrance of Flavian Cemetery. From the lead vehicle stepped the striking couple, returning to Valentia after what felt like an eternity away.The man took the woman’s hand and helped her out of the SUV. A bodyguard handed them the
[In Ambervale, two decades later]In a private hangar at Flameco Airport in Eterna, a strikingly beautiful woman with long blonde hair descended from a sleek private jet. Ahead of her was a tall, commanding man with sharp, rugged features, his face partially covered by a neatly trimmed beard and a p
In Ambervale, two months had passed since Albert’s death, and Agent Count had finally uncovered key information related to Albert Preston’s arrest.“Mrs. Catherine, can we meet? I have something I believe will interest you. I’ve sent part of it to your email, but it’s imperative you see the rest in
Peter and Mary arrived home in Galea after their long journey. Mary was still fragile, so Peter had instructed the staff to provide her with all the help she might need. Agnes, ever attentive, had prepared a delicious meal, knowing the expectant mother needed nourishment. She felt it was her duty to
Maximus arrived in Valeria and went straight to see Alexia. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to face her anger, but he hadn’t expected to find her in loose clothing, her eyes and nose red from crying. When his gaze fell on her swollen belly, he felt like the most miserable man alive. She was the mother o
As Marcus learned of Albert Preston’s death, Catherine retreated to her bedroom, carrying the urn holding the ashes of the man who had been her last love. Meanwhile, Peter lay on the bed, gently stroking Mary’s hair. The soothing motion had helped her relax enough to sleep, so Peter remained still,
Marcus Bartz had just settled into a luxurious house along Coravela’s Arcfield Boulevard, overlooking the beach. The property offered stunning ocean views and was fortified with state-of-the-art security systems.It was a sprawling house for a man living alone, and his sudden arrival didn’t go unnot
Hours later, Catherine, Leonard, and Maximus returned to the mansion with Albert’s ashes in a beautiful white onyx urn. Catherine held it as if her life depended on it, her grip tight, her expression stoic. She longed to retreat to her room, where she could grieve in private. Life, it seemed, had de