Sienna lay on her bed, silent tears falling after what seemed like an eternity of emptiness. Her heart was heavy, weighed down by the anguish of a mother separated from her child. She felt utterly lost, unable to find any comfort. The night stretched on endlessly, and she knew that sleep would not come easily.In the quiet stillness, she rose from the bed and wandered into the kitchen for a glass of water. She didn’t return to her room. Instead, she made her way to her son Emilio’s bedroom, standing in the doorway for a long time. The room felt empty, yet she imagined him there, smiling at her, telling her everything would be okay.“You need to come back to me, Emilio,” she whispered, a faint smile flickering across her tear-streaked face as though she could hear his voice reassuring her.Unable to stay there any longer, Sienna walked back to the living room. She glanced at the clock—it was already 2 a.m. She hadn’t even closed her eyes, let alone slept. How could any mother sleep in
The drive was marked by an uneasy silence that made Jayson uncomfortable. He knew he should give her space to process her thoughts, but he also didn’t want her to be consumed by her worries."Are you alright?" Jayson asked gently. She nodded in response but didn’t say anything. The ensuing silence made him feel like he was forcing the conversation, which he didn’t like. Deciding it might be best to stay quiet, he let her be. Marianne, noticing his change in demeanor, looked over at him."I’m feeling better now, although I didn’t get much sleep. I managed to rest after I had something to eat," she said. Jayson nodded in understanding."And...""Are you wondering if Alex stayed the night at my place?" Marianne inquired. Jayson hesitated for a moment before answering.“That wasn’t exactly what I meant to ask,” he said softly, causing her to chuckle quietly."Well, he did. I couldn’t send him away at 2 a.m., so he ended up sleeping in the sitting room," she explained. Jayson smiled, noddi
The hospital room was quiet, except for the steady hum of the machines and the occasional beep from the heart monitor. The cold, sterile light filled the space, making everything seem distant and surreal—especially to Marianne, who felt her breath catch in her throat. Dr. Reynolds stood over the bed, working quickly to keep the patient alive. His hands moved with skill, but there was a tension in his face. He knew how critical the situation was. “We're losing him!” a nurse exclaimed, her voice trembling with fear as the heart monitor's beeping grew irregular. “Increase the dopamine!” Dr. Reynolds commanded urgently. “We need to get his blood pressure up!” His movements were precise, but there was a trace of desperation in his voice. He couldn't afford to lose this patient—not if there was anything he could do to stop it. In the corner of the room, Marianne stood with her hands tightly clasped, her knuckles white. Jayson stood beside her, powerless to help, watching her in silenc
When Jake arrived at the mansion, he found Grandma Emma anxiously pacing, her phone clutched tightly in her hand. The moment she saw him, she rushed over and gave him a swift smack on the back before holding her phone up for him to see."Twenty missed calls! Where on earth was your phone?" she scolded."Calm down," Jake muttered, rolling his eyes. He knew she was worried something had happened to him, and despite her nagging, he appreciated her concern. It had always been like this with her—fierce, protective, and relentless. As she opened her mouth to scold him further for his attitude, her attention shifted to the boy he was carrying."Whose child is this?" she asked, moving around him to get a better look. When she saw the boy’s face, she gasped, quickly covering her mouth so as not to wake him. "Why does he look so much like Alexander?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Is he...?" She trailed off, her eyes wide with shock, waiting for Jake to confirm her suspicion. But Jak
Marianne gazed at Jayson, stunned into silence by his confession. She had never truly believed he had real feelings for her. In the past, he’d shown her kindness and affection, but she had always convinced herself it was for show, a way to maintain appearances in public. Now, hearing him say it out loud, she was caught off guard. Could she ever return his feelings? Jayson had always been there for her through thick and thin, enduring so much just to ensure her well-being. She felt a pang of guilt, knowing deep down that she was being selfish. If Alexander hadn’t come back into her life, maybe, just maybe, she could have fallen for Jayson. After all, he was a genuinely good man. "I..." "You can’t love me, can you?" Jayson interrupted, his voice tinged with disappointment. "Why is it always Alexander?" he asked, the frustration in his tone unmistakable. "Have you ever given your heart a real chance? It doesn’t have to be me—just anyone else?" This time, Marianne wanted to respond, b
As Alexander noticed her staring at him with something like hurt in her eyes, he knew he needed to say something—anything."It seems like you know me," he started, his voice a bit hoarse. "I guess I’m Alexander," he added, taking a quick look around to absorb his surroundings. Then it hit him—he was in a hospital. But why? What was he doing here?At that moment, the door to the room swung open, and Jake walked in. The instant he saw Alexander sitting up, his eyes widened in shock. He rushed over, grabbing hold of Alexander and inspecting him closely, not even noticing Marianne in the room."Damn it, man, you almost scared me to death!" Jake exclaimed with a sigh of relief. "Do you have any idea how long you’ve been out? You’ve been out cold for almost a month! Marianne and I have been worried sick." He smiled, but Alexander didn’t return it, simply staring at him with a puzzled expression. Slowly, Jake’s smile faded as confusion set in. He glanced over at Marianne, who simply shook he
Marianne had closed the restaurant for the day and was at home watching a documentary when Jayson walked in. She wasn't as lost in thought as she used to be when Alexander was still unconscious, and Jayson was grateful for that. He smiled, holding the small gift bag he brought with him as he approached her."How are you feeling?" Jayson asked gently. Marianne responded with a soft smile and a nod. He proceeded to inquire about Alexander’s condition, and she informed him that he had regained consciousness. Jayson was genuinely pleased by the news, happy that this meant he might have more of her attention, even if only for a short while.He handed her the gift bag, which contained chocolates, and began glancing around the room as if searching for something specific. Marianne noticed and couldn’t help but smile."He's in the bedroom. I think he’s already asleep," she said with a knowing look. Jayson smiled back, gave a small nod, and gently brushed her hair."I’ll see you tomorrow then.
“You’re not a baby that I’ll always have to put to bed after you’re drunk,” Marianne scolded Alexander—her childhood sweetheart, but he only smiled at her.“I’m your baby, aren’t I, Anne?” Alexander said with a playful smile. Despite his drunken state, she found him irresistibly charming, and his words made her heart race. Although he often said things like this when he was drunk, she couldn’t quite get used to it. Maybe he wasn’t aware of the effect he had on her. How would he react if he knew he was the guy she had always had her eyes on?“No, you're not! Now, let's move to your room” Marianne stood up and went to help him. With his arm draped over her shoulder, she led him to his room. They had just gotten back from a party with their friends, and she had decided to take him home because he was drunk. Jake, his friend hadn't agreed to do it, so she volunteered.As they got to his room, she pushed him onto the bed, momentarily forgetting he was holding onto her, causing her to fall