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Chapter One-Hundred-Seventy
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2025-02-21 14:00:38Tasha’s footsteps crunched softly against the damp earth as she neared the back of the Edge Café. The old, weathered building loomed silently in the early morning mist, the neon sign above flickering faintly as if struggling to wake up with the rest of the world. Beyond the café, the narrow path led down toward the stream, the gentle sound of flowing water growing louder with each step.
Her heart pounded, every beat echoing in her ears as she slowed her pace. The air smelled of earth and dew, a crispness that clung to her skin. She scanned the area, her eyes sharp beneath the shadow of her hoodie. The place was eerily still. No movement. No sign of Vanessa. Yet. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, her stomach twisting. It was a message from Daniel: I’m on my way. Stay where I can find you. Tasha’s thumb hovered over the reply button, but she
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Vanessa’s eyes blazed with long buried resentment, her voice dripping with venom. “Do you know why I’ve always hated you?” she asked, her tone low but vibrating with raw emotion. Tasha didn’t flinch, her gaze steady. “Of course,” she replied coldly. “You said it yourself, it’s always about Daniel.” Vanessa’s lips curled into a bitter snarl. “Not just that,” she spat, her voice trembling with anger. “You took everything away from me. You stole my future. You and that bitch, Vivienne.” Tasha’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Vivienne. A cold wave of realization passed through her, but she stayed silent, letting Vanessa unravel. Vanessa continued, her voice rising with each word. “Do you remember the full ride scholarship to the fashion school Mr. Sterling offered you back then? That scholarship was supposed to be mine!” Her fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms. “I worked for it, I earned it. But then you showed up, some nobody from the gutter and took it from me!”
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Vanessa’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as she glared at Tasha, her eyes burning with pure hatred. Her fingers twitched as if itching to grab the gun again, but Daniel stood between them now, his stance rigid, protective. “You should have stayed away from me and my family,” Tasha said, stepping closer, her voice like ice. “You should have accepted Daniel’s offer and left to start over.” Vanessa let out a bitter laugh, her face twisting in anger. “Start over?” she spat. “While you get to have everything? While I’m left with nothing?” Tasha’s jaw clenched. Enough. Without warning, she struck her palm cracking against Vanessa’s cheek in a sharp, resounding slap. Vanessa’s head snapped to the side, but before she could react, another slap landed, harder, making her stumble slightly. “Don’t ever mess with my family,” Tasha warned, her voice low and deadly. “Or next time, there will be no next cause you won’t even get the opportunity to do that.” Vanessa’s lips curled into
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Tasha's POV I sat in the quiet, sterile room of the hospital, the faint smell of antiseptic filling the air as I clutched the envelope in my hands. My heart pounded against my chest as I stared at the results. The test I had taken only a few days ago had confirmed it, but seeing the official confirmation from the hospital made it all real. I was pregnant. One month pregnant. A mixture of emotions swirled inside me, excitement, fear, and relief. I ran my hand over my flat stomach, imagining the life growing inside me. I was carrying Daniel’s baby. The thought made my heart swell with joy. This was the news that could change everything. After all the distance between us, after all the arguments and tension, maybe this would be what finally brought us back together. I imagined his reaction, the way his eyes might light up when I told him he was going to be a father. Daniel, the strong, confident billionaire, heir to the Sterling family empire, with all his power and wealth, would
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I felt a sharp pain of dread settle in my stomach as I grabbed my coat and keys. I had hoped tonight would be different, that I’d finally be able to tell him about the baby. But instead, I was heading to the hospital again for her. The woman who had turned my life upside down since the moment she came back from London. The woman who had taken Daniel's attention, affection, and now, once again, his loyalty. As I arrived at the hospital, the fluorescent lights flickered above me, a sterile reminder of the countless times I had been here before. The moment I walked into the waiting room, I saw Daniel pacing back and forth. His face lit up when he saw me, but it wasn’t the kind of relief that came from seeing his wife. No, it was the relief that came from knowing I would help Vanessa again. “You need to donate your blood now,” Daniel said quickly, pulling me toward the nurses’ station. “Daniel, wait,” I said, trying to slow him down, but he barely glanced at me. “She needs you,
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His words hit me like a punch to the gut, but I stood my ground, refusing to let him see just how much it hurt. I didn’t say a word. I simply turned on my heel and walked out of the hospital, the weight of my decision pressing down on me, but for the first time in a long while... I felt free. I walked towards the parking lot, the world around me spinning slightly. My hand instinctively went to my stomach as a wave of dizziness hit me, my heart racing from the confrontation. I pulled out my phone, my fingers shaking as I scrolled through my contacts. Stanley, Daniel’s friend and best man. He’d always been kind to me, a rare source of comfort when Daniel was distant. He never judged, just listened. Right now, I needed that more than ever. The phone rang twice before he picked up. “Tasha? Everything okay?” “Hi, Stanley,” I said, my voice weak. “Are you free? Sorry to bother you, but I’m at Central Hospital. I’m not feeling too well, and I don’t think I can go back home myself.” T
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I couldn’t answer. The pain was too intense, radiating through my abdomen like a wave crashing over me. My vision blurred as panic surged through me. I doubled over, clutching my stomach, gasping for air. Robbin was at my side in an instant, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to touch me or call for help. “Tasha, talk to me! What’s happening?” His voice was filled with urgency, but I couldn’t form the words. I tried to breathe through it, but all I could think about was the baby. Something was wrong.Terribly wrong. Robbin’s face was pale, his hands finally reaching out to steady me as I struggled to stay upright. “I’m getting the doctor,” he muttered, and before I could stop him, he rushed toward the door, shouting for help. Everything seemed to happen in a blur after that. Nurses rushed in, followed closely by Dr. Walsh. They lifted me onto the bed as the pain continued to tear through me. The doctor’s face was a mask of concentration, her hands moving swiftly as she b
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Vanessa’s breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as she glared at Tasha, her eyes burning with pure hatred. Her fingers twitched as if itching to grab the gun again, but Daniel stood between them now, his stance rigid, protective. “You should have stayed away from me and my family,” Tasha said, stepping closer, her voice like ice. “You should have accepted Daniel’s offer and left to start over.” Vanessa let out a bitter laugh, her face twisting in anger. “Start over?” she spat. “While you get to have everything? While I’m left with nothing?” Tasha’s jaw clenched. Enough. Without warning, she struck her palm cracking against Vanessa’s cheek in a sharp, resounding slap. Vanessa’s head snapped to the side, but before she could react, another slap landed, harder, making her stumble slightly. “Don’t ever mess with my family,” Tasha warned, her voice low and deadly. “Or next time, there will be no next cause you won’t even get the opportunity to do that.” Vanessa’s lips curled into
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Vanessa’s eyes blazed with long buried resentment, her voice dripping with venom. “Do you know why I’ve always hated you?” she asked, her tone low but vibrating with raw emotion. Tasha didn’t flinch, her gaze steady. “Of course,” she replied coldly. “You said it yourself, it’s always about Daniel.” Vanessa’s lips curled into a bitter snarl. “Not just that,” she spat, her voice trembling with anger. “You took everything away from me. You stole my future. You and that bitch, Vivienne.” Tasha’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Vivienne. A cold wave of realization passed through her, but she stayed silent, letting Vanessa unravel. Vanessa continued, her voice rising with each word. “Do you remember the full ride scholarship to the fashion school Mr. Sterling offered you back then? That scholarship was supposed to be mine!” Her fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms. “I worked for it, I earned it. But then you showed up, some nobody from the gutter and took it from me!”
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Tasha’s footsteps crunched softly against the damp earth as she neared the back of the Edge Café. The old, weathered building loomed silently in the early morning mist, the neon sign above flickering faintly as if struggling to wake up with the rest of the world. Beyond the café, the narrow path led down toward the stream, the gentle sound of flowing water growing louder with each step. Her heart pounded, every beat echoing in her ears as she slowed her pace. The air smelled of earth and dew, a crispness that clung to her skin. She scanned the area, her eyes sharp beneath the shadow of her hoodie. The place was eerily still. No movement. No sign of Vanessa. Yet. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, her stomach twisting. It was a message from Daniel: I’m on my way. Stay where I can find you. Tasha’s thumb hovered over the reply button, but she
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He hesitated, clearly torn between his duty and her command. “Ma’am, please—” “I’ll be fine,” she interrupted gently but firmly. “No one follows me.” The guard clenched his jaw, clearly uncomfortable with the idea, but reluctantly nodded. “Be careful,” he muttered, watching as she slipped through the gate and disappeared into the early morning haze. The air outside was crisp, almost biting, but Tasha barely felt it. She pulled the hoodie over her head, tucking her hair inside as she walked briskly down the street. Every step echoed in her ears, mingling with the rapid beat of her heart. Her phone vibrated in her pocket, and she quickly pulled it out. A message flashed across the screen. I knew you’d come around. Meet me behind the café, down to the stream. Tasha scoffed softly, shaking her head. She glanced at the time 5:20 AM. Time was slipping fast. Without thinking too much, she opened her messages and typed quickly to Daniel. Meet me behind the café, down to the str
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Tasha wiped at her damp cheeks, her body trembling from the emotional weight pressing down on her. The memories were still disjointed, flickering in and out like a broken film reel, but they were there. She could feel them clawing their way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged. She sniffled and reached for her phone, her fingers shaking slightly as she unlocked the screen. Her first instinct was to call Daniel, to hear his voice, to confirm what she had just remembered. But as her thumb hovered over his contact, she hesitated. A call felt too much right now. Too raw. Too personal. Instead, she swiped over to her messages, her mind racing with the right words to say. Her pulse thrummed loudly in her ears as she typed out the message: Let’s meet. I want to know, and give you what you truly want. Maybe then, I can even get my full memories back. Her thumb hovered over the send button. She bit her lip, her heart hammering in her chest. Was this the right thing to do?
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Robbin leaned in gently, his lips brushing Tasha’s forehead with a tenderness that made her chest tighten. It was a simple gesture, but it carried unspoken words, emotions layered beneath years of complicated history. “Goodnight, Tasha,” he whispered softly against her skin, lingering for just a heartbeat before stepping back and walking toward the guest room. Tasha stood there for a moment, rooted in place. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch lingering even after he’d left. But beneath that warmth, there was a faint unease, a hollow echo in her chest that she couldn’t explain. Later that night, the apartment was cloaked in silence. The soft hum of the refrigerator was the only sound, punctuated occasionally by the faint creaks of the old floorboards settling. Tasha drifted into a restless sleep, the exhaustion finally pulling her under. But sleep did not bring peace. Tasha found herself standing in the middle of an unfamiliar room dimly lit, shadows clinging to
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Tasha leaned against the wall in the quiet hallway, her arms loosely crossed over her chest. The soft glow from Ethan’s nightlight spilled faintly into the corridor, casting long shadows that seemed to echo the lingering questions in her heart. Robbin stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets, watching her with that steady, unreadable gaze. "Umm, Robbin…" she began hesitantly, her voice low but carrying the weight of her thoughts. "The last time… I didn’t mean to pry, but in London, you said you were in Paris for… umm, family." She paused, frowning slightly as she searched the corners of her hazy memory. "But you’ve never mentioned anything about family before. Besides Aunt Linda." Robbin’s casual demeanor shifted subtly. His smile faded, replaced by something guarded. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes for a moment. "It wasn’t family," he finally admitted, his voice quieter than before. Tasha’s brows knit together. "Then who?" Robbin exhaled sharply,
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Robbin had just stepped out of Ethan’s room, rubbing the back of his neck, exhaustion etched into his features. He’d been pacing around, worried when Tasha had been gone longer than expected. The hospital corridor was eerily quiet, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above. As he turned the corner, he froze. There was Tasha standing with Daniel, both of them visibly shaken, Daniel’s hand still resting protectively on Tasha’s arm. Her face was pale, her breathing uneven, and Daniel’s jaw was clenched tight, his body tense as if ready for a fight. Confusion flashed across Robbin’s face, his brows knitting together as he rushed toward them. His eyes darted from Tasha’s trembling form to Daniel’s hardened expression. “Tasha, are you okay?” His voice was laced with concern, his gaze searching hers for answers. Before Tasha could even find her voice, Daniel spoke, his tone sharp and edged with frustration. “It’s Vanessa. She showed up.” Robbin’s eyes darkened instantly,
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Daniel remained rooted to the spot, his heart pounding like a drum. Tasha’s words lingered in the air, soft but heavy, like a thread pulling at memories he couldn’t suppress. “Thank you, Daniel.” It wasn’t much, but it was enough to ignite a flicker of hope in the wreckage of his heart. Finally, he stood, brushing his palms over his jeans as if trying to steady himself. He quietly made his way back into Ethan’s room, the soft beep of the monitors the only sound filling the space. Robbin was seated by Ethan’s bedside, flipping through a magazine, though his eyes weren’t really focused on the pages. Daniel’s gaze softened when it landed on Ethan, who was still fast asleep, his small chest rising and falling steadily. Daniel crouched beside the bed, his fingers gently brushing through his son’s hair. Leaning in, he whispered softly, “Hey, buddy. I’ll be back soon, okay? Daddy’s just stepping out for a little bit. You’re doing great, champ.” Ethan stirred slightly, his sleepy eyes
