Stanley rubbed his chin. “You really think Vanessa’s pulling strings?” Daniel’s jaw tightened. “I don’t think, I know. That’s why I moved Tasha here. I’m keeping her out of their reach.” Stanley nodded, his tone serious. “Alright. But if Vanessa’s involved in whatever you think this is, then Tasha's protection needs to be tight.” Daniel’s gaze darkened. “Of course, I’ll make sure she doesn’t get another chance.” Later, Daniel’s phone buzzed on the table, breaking the silence. Stanley grabbed it and handed it to him. “It’s an unknown number,” Stanley noted as Daniel answered. “Hello?” Daniel said, his voice calm but wary. “Hi, Daniel. It’s Claire,” came the familiar voice. “Hey, Claire,” Daniel replied, his tone softening. “How are you feeling?” she asked, concern evident in her voice. “All good,” he said, though his voice carried a hint of fatigue. There was a brief pause before Claire continued, her tone uneasy. “Umm, Ethan’s been crying a lot. He’s also refus
Just then, Claire cleared her throat, drawing their attention. “Oh, hi, Claire. I didn’t notice you were standing there,” Robbin said, a small grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Claire gave a small smile, though it was tinged with exhaustion. “Yeah, well, since you're here, I’ll be leaving for work. Not much to do since Vivienne Steele is now in charge. I'll come by to pick Ethan up later.” Daniel’s gaze shifted to her with a raised brow. “Vivienne Steele, huh? That should be... fun,” he said, his voice laced with irony. Claire rolled her eyes but couldn't help the brief chuckle. “You have no idea. she's good and good at handling things. Don’t worry. I’ll drop by to pick Ethan later.” She gave Ethan one last glance as he rested beside Daniel, then added, “I’ll see you soon, Ethan,” before heading out. Ethan stirred a little, lifting his hand in a small wave. “Bye, Aunt Claire.” With a soft smile, Claire left the room, the door clicking shut behind her. Robbin
Daniel leaned back slightly, his expression carefully blank, but his mind was anything but calm. “Hmmm, I see,” he said, his tone clipped, not wanting to talk further. Robbin raised an eyebrow, clearly noticing the shift in Daniel’s demeanor but deciding not to press. He straightened, glancing toward the door. “I should check on Tasha,” he said, pushing off the wall. Daniel gave a curt nod, watching as Robbin left the room. Once the door clicked shut, Daniel exhaled shakily, his thoughts spiraling. The memories began to piece themselves together: Ethan’s sudden shift in calling him “Dad,” the boy’s unwavering attachment to him, and the way Tasha had always been of approval when it's come to Ethan. It all started to make a cruel kind of sense. He pressed his palms against his face, his mind racing. Could it really be true? Had Tasha kept something so monumental from him all these years? And if Ethan was his son, how comes the DNA result said otherwise? Daniel's jaw tightene
After Claire had come to pick up Ethan, leaving the room quieter and less bustling, Daniel rested back against his pillows, the calm moment inviting a conversation with Stanley. Stanley, sitting in a chair near the window, was scrolling through his phone when Daniel broke the silence. “So, how’s Rebecca doing?” Stanley looked up, a small smile tugging at his lips. “She’s doing great. Keeping busy as always.” Daniel smirked, the teasing glint in his eyes unmistakable. “You should be with her, not here helping an old man like me.” Stanley chuckled, shaking his head. “Old man? Please. You’re as stubborn as ever, Daniel. Besides, Rebecca understands. She knows how important this is.” “Still,” Daniel said, his tone lighter, “she deserves to have you around. It’s not like you signed up for a full-time babysittin
That evening, Tasha cradled the hospital phone in her hand, dialing Claire’s number. Her heart ached for Ethan, and she couldn’t wait any longer to hear his voice. “Tasha?” Claire’s voice was soft but relieved. “Yhh, it’s me,” Tasha said gently. “Can I talk to Ethan?” There was a rustling sound, and then Ethan’s small voice came through the line. “Mom?” Tasha’s throat tightened. “Hey, sweetheart. How are you?” “I miss you,” Ethan said, his voice trembling. “When are you coming home?” Tasha swallowed hard, forcing her voice to stay steady. “Soon, baby. I’ll be home very soon. You’ve been such a brave boy, haven’t you?” “Yeah,” Ethan replied. “But it’s not the same without you.” Her heart broke a little more. “I know, sweetheart. I promise, we’ll cuddle and talk a
Daniel had just settled into his office at home, the weight of recent events pressing down on him, when his phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen: Mike. Without hesitation, he picked up. “What do you have?” “Got everything, boss,” Mike replied, his tone firm but laced with urgency. “Doctor Robert cracked. I recorded everything, just like you asked.” Daniel sat up straighter, his pulse quickening. “What did he say?” “It’s worse than we thought,” Mike said grimly. “Vanessa didn’t just have him tamper with Ethan’s DNA test. She’s been using him for years to manipulate results and cover her tracks in other situations. The man’s got a lot of dirt on her.” Daniel’s jaw clenched, his fingers tightening around the phone. “And
Robbin stepped aside, gesturing toward the sunroom. “She’s with Ethan. But listen,” Robbin’s voice lowered, “I'm heading out now, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. She’s still recovering.” Daniel gave a curt nod and walked inside, his footsteps echoing softly on the polished floors. When he reached the sunroom, he paused in the doorway. Tasha was in a wheelchair, sunlight casting a warm glow around her. Ethan sat beside her, his hands waving animatedly as he told her a story. Tasha was smiling, a soft, genuine smile that made Daniel’s chest tighten. Ethan noticed him first. “Dad!” he shouted, jumping up and running to him. Daniel crouched to meet him, a smile breaking through his otherwise serious expression. “Hey, buddy.” Ethan wrapped his arms around Daniel’s neck. “You’re here! I told Mom you’d come!”
He stood abruptly, pacing to the window. “You deserve a lot more than I can give right now, Tasha. That’s why I’m here, making sure Ethan’s okay, making sure you’re okay.” Tasha stared at him, her frustration giving way to confusion. “Why are you acting like this? Like you’re carrying the weight of the world?” Daniel turned to face her, his expression guarded. “Because some things are better left unsaid. Can we leave it at that?” “No,” she shot back. “We can’t just leave it, Daniel. It's been years, and sometimes show up like nothing’s happened, I don't know what you really want but, how do you expect me to trust you with Ethan?” Daniel’s face softened, but there was a flicker of pain in his eyes. “I never asked for your trust, Tasha. Not after what happened.” She opened her mouth to respond, but the clock
Tasha sat on the edge of the couch, her eyes unfocused, staring at the walls of their living room as if willing time to move faster, to hurry through this painful stretch of silence. The whole day had passed in a blur, Robbin had given her the space she needed, but it didn’t change the fact that her heart was heavy, weighed down by the quiet storm brewing in her home. Ethan hadn’t come out of his room since their conversation. She couldn’t blame him, but it didn’t make the ache any easier to bear. The clock on the wall ticked away relentlessly, the sound sharp in the quiet house, reminding her of just how much time had passed since Ethan had stormed off. She couldn’t imagine what he was feeling right now, he had always been so full of life, so full of questions, yet now he was silent. The silence was suffocating. Tasha’s gaze moved from the clock to the door leading to the hallway, her thoughts clouded with worry. She knew it wasn’t easy for Ethan. She knew he was hurting. But wha
Tasha sat in the living room, her heart pounding in her chest. It had been a long time coming this conversation, this moment. She had been avoiding it, hoping it would somehow sort itself out, but she knew deep down that it couldn’t be avoided forever. Robbin and she had been together for a while now, and their relationship was moving forward. It was time to let Ethan know. She glanced toward the kitchen where Robbin was cleaning up, his movements calm and steady, like he was already mentally preparing himself for what was coming. He had been so patient, so understanding with her and Ethan. But even he couldn’t help her avoid the inevitable. Ethan had to know. Tasha’s heart ached at the thought of her son’s reaction. She had already seen the worry and confusion in his eyes in recent weeks. He had been asking questions, small ones at first. The thought of seeing the sadness and confusion in Ethan’s face broke her every time. But she knew t
The next morning arrived in a blur for Daniel. He barely remembered falling asleep, but when his eyes opened, the harsh light of day pierced through his apartment. The room was a mess, a reflection of his state of mind. Empty bottles, a broken glass on the floor, and remnants of the night before scattered around him like the fallout of a battle he didn’t want to fight. He dragged himself out of bed, feeling the weight of exhaustion, both physical and emotional, pressing down on him. But sleep hadn’t given him respite. It had only brought him restless dreams of Tasha, her smile, her voice, her warmth only for them to dissolve into nothingness every time he reached out. He stumbled to the kitchen, the air thick with the smell of stale alcohol. He had no appetite, but he poured himself a cup of black coffee anyway, needing the bitter warmth to shake off the fog in his mind. As the liquid slid down his throat, he leaned against the counter, staring at nothing, his thought
Daniel’s apartment was eerily quiet when he returned. The faint hum of the city outside, the low murmur of distant traffic, seemed to only emphasize the emptiness inside. He didn’t bother turning on the lights, instead letting the dim glow of the streetlights filter through the windows as he made his way to the kitchen. It was the same routine now coming back to this cold, lifeless space after a day full of fake smiles, forced interactions, and the constant undercurrent of pain that he couldn’t shake. He opened the cabinet, his hands moving almost automatically, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. It was the same bottle he’d been nursing for the last few weeks, ever since everything had spiraled out of control. He didn’t know why he kept drinking, it didn’t numb the pain; it didn’t make things better, but it was the only thing that seemed to dull the sharp edges of his thoughts, even if just for a little while. The glass was filled quickly, the amber liquid s
Daniel had always been a man of control. From the moment he’d made the decision to step back from Tasha’s life after the accident, the fallout, the memories lost, he had tried to maintain his distance. He told himself it was for the best, for her sake, for Ethan’s. But nothing could have prepared him for the slow, torturous pain of watching from the sidelines as Tasha moved forward without him. And yet, there he was, still in Ethan’s life, still seeing his son, even if he no longer had a place beside Tasha. The gala had been on his mind for days. The invitation had come through Belvoir Couture, of course the company he was still very much involved with, even though his heart was no longer in the glamorous world of high fashion. It wasn’t his place, not anymore. Still, there were business matters to attend to. And so, there he was, standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his tuxedo. The reflection staring back at him was someone he barely recognized eyes tired, jaw clenched, the
One evening, the soft hum of the city outside barely noticeable as Tasha stood by the window, looking out into the night. The past few weeks had felt like an emotional rollercoaster. The amnesia, the painful fractures in her relationships, the uncertainty that had filled her life. But standing here now, the air around her felt different less heavy, more certain. Her eyes drifted to Robbin, sitting at the small kitchen table. Ethan was in bed, and they were finally alone. The house, once too silent, now held a different kind of peace, a peace that Tasha hadn’t realized she longed for until this moment. Robbin had been there for her in ways she couldn’t have imagined. When she needed space, he gave it to her; when she needed support, he was always there, not demanding answers or explanations but offering comfort in silence. Robbin cleared his throat, breaking the stillness. “Tasha,” he began, his voice low, “I know this has been diff
Daniel sat in his car outside the house, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He had promised he wouldn’t overstep. He had promised he would only come for Ethan. But damn it, walking away from Tasha like that, hearing her say she didn’t want him around, hurt more than he thought it would. He raked a hand through his hair, frustration and helplessness twisting inside him. How will she remember. She didn’t remember what they had built, what they had gone through, what they had recently meant to each other. And now, she didn’t even want to try. His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen, Stanley. With a heavy sigh, Daniel picked up. “How did it go?” St
Tasha glanced at the clock again, tapping her fingers against her arm. They should be back by now. She paced slightly, trying to shake off the strange unease creeping in. Maybe traffic was bad. Maybe Ethan had asked Daniel to stop somewhere. She walked to the window, peering outside. Still nothing. With a sigh, she turned away, only for the sound of a car pulling into the driveway to grab her attention. She moved back toward the door just as it opened, and the first thing she heard was Ethan’s excited voice. “Mom! We got ice cream!” Tasha barely had time to react before Ethan ran up to her, his face bright with excitement. “It was soooo good! Dad let me pick any flavor I wanted, and I got chocolate and cookies and cream! And I added M&Ms, and whipped cream, and even caramel drizzle!” He bounced on his feet as she smoothed his curls, trying not to let her gaze drift to Daniel, who
Tasha stared at the message for what felt like an eternity, her fingers hovering over the screen. Her heart raced, unsure of the words she had just typed. 'Let’s talk tomorrow' It was a simple message, but it carried so much weight, so many layers of emotions she couldn’t yet understand. She bit her lip, debating whether she should send it. What if it triggered something else or something she wasn’t ready to face? But then again, the words were already there. She couldn’t take them back, could she? A deep breath escaped her as she pressed her thumb on the screen and clicked send. The phone buzzed softly in her hand, the message now sent into the ether. She waited. For what? She wasn’t sure. A response, perhaps? Some kind of acknowledgment that she hadn’t completely lost herself or the person she used to be? Minutes passed. Nothing. Tasha let out a shaky breath and put the phone d