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
“Maximus! Well, it’s just that… I don’t know what… I don’t know what to think.”“Mary, I want us to talk about what happened and what comes next.”“What do you mean?”"What I told you a few hours ago is true. I want you with me, Mary, and it makes me anxious to think you’ll leave soon. I want you to
Maximus returned to the office after two weeks away, the longest he had been absent since becoming the president of the company. He looked exhausted, but he had no choice but to push through and keep his mind off the memories and thoughts of his wife, who was now under Emma's care since yesterday."
Dr. Xavier, noticing her tone, began to piece together that her emotional turmoil was likely connected to her husband. He had seen similar cases before—patients whose mental health was deeply affected by their relationships. But something else troubled him. When Mary had first arrived, he had notice
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