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After Ethan’s meltdown, Madam Farwell hired the best psychologist for him. With the help of therapy—and a long, painful journey inward—Ethan finally found the strength to let go of the urn.It didn’t happen in a single session. There were months of silence, of clenched fists and deflected questions. But eventually, the mask cracked, and behind it was a man exhausted by grief, haunted by memories, and yearning for peace.His therapist didn’t push him. Instead, they guided him gently, helping him unpack the guilt that festered like rot beneath his skin. It took time, but Ethan began to realize that clinging to the urn wasn’t keeping Sherah and Sean close—it was keeping him stuck at the moment they were taken from him.One quiet afternoon, with trembling hands and a heavy heart, Ethan made the decision.He bought a plot of land in the cemetery—a quiet, sun-dappled space beneath a cluster of trees. A place Sherah would’ve loved for picnics. A place where their son might’ve taken his first
Two more years had passed after Sherah’s alleged death.Ethan never received another piece of news about her case.Even with all the resources he poured in, the relentless hours Brooke committed, and the efforts of the Newark Police, it all came to nothing. The investigation had gone completely cold.No updates. No new witnesses. No sightings of the suspects. No chatter from any state department. Nothing.As if the suspects had fallen off the face of the earth.With no other options left, Ethan was forced to confront the harshest reality of all — that his wife and their unborn child would never see justice.---Meanwhile, the Hawkes continued their lives without guilt or consequence. They breathed freely, laughed, and lived as though their hands were clean.Silas’s paternal guilt faded the moment wealth and new opportunities came knocking. Whatever remorse he once had for his eldest daughter disappeared into luxury and status.Rebecca did what she did best—spoiled Sophia rotten
Nathan ran out, scanning the area as he weaved through guests and staff in disarray. He finally spotted her in the parking lot, waiting in the passenger seat of the car, her face pale under the dim lights.He rushed to her side and opened the door."What happened? Did Ethan catch you?" he asked, breathless.She slowly shook her head."No." Her voice was faint. She didn’t look at him.Nathan’s face softened. "I thought something bad had happened to you." He extended his hand and gently caressed her face."My head hurts," she murmured, pressing her fingers to her temple.He knelt beside her and gently pulled her into his arms. Her body felt cold, like she’d been holding her breath the entire time."Come on," he said softly. "Let’s go home… and watch how this disaster unfolds."He smiled as he closed the car door, casting one last glance at the chaos behind them."They’ll be talking about this for weeks or even months." He said proudly.As Nathan drove away from the chaos, Fallon leaned h
The Next Day...Ethan began his morning buried in paperwork, reviewing proposals for the upcoming bidding. The Farwell Group was searching for a company capable of creating unique software for their newest TV model—something cutting-edge yet cost-effective. The decision carried significant weight; the chosen vendor would receive a massive downpayment, which made Ethan adamant about strict qualifications. The company needed to be well-established with at least four years of clean financial standing. As he skimmed through each folder, some proposals were immediately discarded—too risky, too young, or too ambitious with nothing to back it up. By the time he finished the initial screening, a large portion of the submissions lay crumpled in the bin. Still, a sense of satisfaction settled over him. It had been a productive day. Wanting to share the moment—his success, his thoughts, the rare lightness in his chest—he drove to the cemetery. Two baskets of flowers rested on the passenger s
On a deserted road, one hour outside of New York City.A black van entered a vacant plot of land. Inside the vehicle were two people wearing pure black clothing and matching caps and face masks to hide their faces. Nathan, in the driver’s seat, vibed to music playing softly on the radio while Fallon, seated in the front passenger seat, stared out the window, fixated on the stars. Nathan noticed it.“Are you into constellations?” he asked while glancing at her discreetly.“No,” Fallon replied flatly.Nathan gestured upward. “That one’s Orion,” he said, pointing toward a cluster of stars.“Orion.” The word stirred something inside her, faint, nostalgic—but she couldn’t place it.“It means ‘THE HUNTER, ’” he added as his face turned serious. He then grinned devilishly. “Shall we begin Phase Two?” He asked, changing the topic and shifting the mood inside the car to something malevolent. Soon, the van rolled to a stop. At the end of the road was an abandoned rice mill. They stepped out of
In the middle of Sophia’s disappearance.Ethan indifferently sat at a bar with his friends James and Allan, each nursing a drink. The air buzzed with quiet music and low conversation.“Tomorrow will be the fourth year of Sherah and Sean's death. I think it’s time you started dating again,” Allan suggested, breaking the awkward silence. Ethan shot him a cold look—the kind that could stop a heart.Allan quickly backed off, raised his hands in surrender, but added carefully, “Man, you need to get yourself out there. I don’t think Sher would mind. She wanted you to be happy, remember?” His eyes darted towards James, silently begging for backup.Ethan nearly choked on his beer.James glanced away, letting Allan dig his own grave. “I don’t want to be part of this.” He murmured to himself as he quietly took a sip of his drink. “What about Sophia?” Allan asked curiously."What about her?" James challenged coldly, squinting his eyes, watching Ethan’s reaction closely.“I saw the news… she nee
In the Farwell Group… Ethan stood still before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office.Their closeness had faded long ago, but even so, Ethan knew what happened to Sophia was beyond anything anyone should endure.He turned to Brooke, his tone clipped and cold. “Start digging. Begin where the car hit mine—look for a black Camry. I want surveillance, plate numbers, anything.”Brooke nodded, sensing the urgency in Ethan's voice, he hurried off.Ethan then called the hospital.As the nurse relayed Sophia’s condition, carefully omitting the full extent of her injuries, his grip on the phone tightened.By the time the call ended, he sat in stunned silence.A rare flicker of pity crossed his otherwise impenetrable expression.He sighed, “Maybe I’ll visit her. After I visit Sherah and Sean.”It was Sherah and Sean’s fourth death anniversary. Every year, the pain twisted deeper, but this time, something felt…off.At the cemetery, the crisp wind rustled fallen leaves as Ethan approached thei
“Do you know, Nathan… one of them called my child a naked mole rat after yanking my baby out of me,” Fallon muttered, seated before the vanity mirror.Nathan walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck.“What they said doesn’t matter now, does it?”She smiled eerily, staring blankly at her reflection.“No. Their voices are starting to fade. Like their lives hang in the balance… wishing I’ll have mercy and finally let them die. But still, the memories— they follow me like shadows.”He noticed how vacant her gaze had become, how lost she looked.“By the way, Mother called. She has already sent the package you forgot to bring,” he said, smoothly shifting the topic, grounding her back to their mission.Her lips curled with renewed determination.“I need to call her and thank her,” she murmured, cupping Nathan’s cheek as he rested his head on her shoulder.“No need,” he whispered gently, kissing her neck.“Just focus on winning Madam Farwell's favor for us... Okay?”She stared at him through
Thirty minutes had gone by, and Nathan Kingsley was still nowhere to be seen.Nathan’s carefree, happy-go-lucky attitude infuriated Ethan. The man had confirmed his attendance a month ago and reconfirmed the time and place just 24 hours earlier.These seats weren’t ceremonial—they were crucial. The bidding event was one of the most significant deals in Farwell Group's recent history.Had Nathan declined in advance, the next largest investor would've taken his seat. At events like this, there was a strict protocol to follow: the President or Vice President must be present, along with the top six investors. Together, they represented over 40–55% of the company's total shares, ensuring that decisions weren’t made unilaterally.Ethan himself held an 18% share, followed by others holding 10%, 9%, 8%, 5%, and so on.At precisely 3:05 PM, Ethan had already welcomed everyone. The first presenter had just risen to speak when the door opened, stealing everyone's attention.In walked Nathan.He w
Madam Farwell had been unsettled by Fallon Kingsley’s sudden presence in her life. There was a powerful, inexplicable urge to keep the young woman close. Her maternal instincts screamed to protect Fallon—yet she couldn’t understand why.The thought gnawed at her mind, making it nearly impossible to focus on her day-to-day routines. At one point, she found herself standing motionless in her room, unsure of what she was even supposed to be doing.Her gaze drifted to the framed photo on her dresser—A photo of her, Ethan, and Sherah on the young couple's wedding day.Sherah was wearing an elegant white dress. She was all smiles, while Ethan looked unsure why he was there.“Stupid boy,” the Madam scoffed.And then, suddenly, the mystery unraveled."It was the eyes." She mumbled to herself as she stared at Sherah's eyes intensely.Fallon’s eyes were almost identical to Sherah’s—but colder. Hardened. As if they had seen something unspeakably horrific. A woman who had not just endured grief…
“Don’t tell her about the extent of her injuries.” Rebecca strictly demanded to all the doctors and nurses, and instead of urging the police to solve the crime committed against her daughter, she paid a hefty amount for them to hush it out.To let it vanish among the mountain of unsolved assault cases.Weeks passed, and Sophia returned home, oblivious to the truth. She knew she’d bled, but assumed it was menstrual blood mingled with the mystery woman’s brutality.No one had told her otherwise, and she never asked. All she remembered was being bound and gagged, struck again and again, her face and the inside of her mouth cut to ribbons.But tonight is different. Tonight, memories pour in like an unforgiving flood.She went to bed early, trying to sleep off the exhaustion and disappointment, knowing that the cut on her forehead would never heal. The doctor specifically told her that the perpetrator used a chemical to worsen her scar and turn it into an ugly keloid. The only consolation
“Do you know, Nathan… one of them called my child a naked mole rat after yanking my baby out of me,” Fallon muttered, seated before the vanity mirror.Nathan walked up behind her and nuzzled her neck.“What they said doesn’t matter now, does it?”She smiled eerily, staring blankly at her reflection.“No. Their voices are starting to fade. Like their lives hang in the balance… wishing I’ll have mercy and finally let them die. But still, the memories— they follow me like shadows.”He noticed how vacant her gaze had become, how lost she looked.“By the way, Mother called. She has already sent the package you forgot to bring,” he said, smoothly shifting the topic, grounding her back to their mission.Her lips curled with renewed determination.“I need to call her and thank her,” she murmured, cupping Nathan’s cheek as he rested his head on her shoulder.“No need,” he whispered gently, kissing her neck.“Just focus on winning Madam Farwell's favor for us... Okay?”She stared at him through
In the Farwell Group… Ethan stood still before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office.Their closeness had faded long ago, but even so, Ethan knew what happened to Sophia was beyond anything anyone should endure.He turned to Brooke, his tone clipped and cold. “Start digging. Begin where the car hit mine—look for a black Camry. I want surveillance, plate numbers, anything.”Brooke nodded, sensing the urgency in Ethan's voice, he hurried off.Ethan then called the hospital.As the nurse relayed Sophia’s condition, carefully omitting the full extent of her injuries, his grip on the phone tightened.By the time the call ended, he sat in stunned silence.A rare flicker of pity crossed his otherwise impenetrable expression.He sighed, “Maybe I’ll visit her. After I visit Sherah and Sean.”It was Sherah and Sean’s fourth death anniversary. Every year, the pain twisted deeper, but this time, something felt…off.At the cemetery, the crisp wind rustled fallen leaves as Ethan approached thei
In the middle of Sophia’s disappearance.Ethan indifferently sat at a bar with his friends James and Allan, each nursing a drink. The air buzzed with quiet music and low conversation.“Tomorrow will be the fourth year of Sherah and Sean's death. I think it’s time you started dating again,” Allan suggested, breaking the awkward silence. Ethan shot him a cold look—the kind that could stop a heart.Allan quickly backed off, raised his hands in surrender, but added carefully, “Man, you need to get yourself out there. I don’t think Sher would mind. She wanted you to be happy, remember?” His eyes darted towards James, silently begging for backup.Ethan nearly choked on his beer.James glanced away, letting Allan dig his own grave. “I don’t want to be part of this.” He murmured to himself as he quietly took a sip of his drink. “What about Sophia?” Allan asked curiously."What about her?" James challenged coldly, squinting his eyes, watching Ethan’s reaction closely.“I saw the news… she nee
On a deserted road, one hour outside of New York City.A black van entered a vacant plot of land. Inside the vehicle were two people wearing pure black clothing and matching caps and face masks to hide their faces. Nathan, in the driver’s seat, vibed to music playing softly on the radio while Fallon, seated in the front passenger seat, stared out the window, fixated on the stars. Nathan noticed it.“Are you into constellations?” he asked while glancing at her discreetly.“No,” Fallon replied flatly.Nathan gestured upward. “That one’s Orion,” he said, pointing toward a cluster of stars.“Orion.” The word stirred something inside her, faint, nostalgic—but she couldn’t place it.“It means ‘THE HUNTER, ’” he added as his face turned serious. He then grinned devilishly. “Shall we begin Phase Two?” He asked, changing the topic and shifting the mood inside the car to something malevolent. Soon, the van rolled to a stop. At the end of the road was an abandoned rice mill. They stepped out of
The Next Day...Ethan began his morning buried in paperwork, reviewing proposals for the upcoming bidding. The Farwell Group was searching for a company capable of creating unique software for their newest TV model—something cutting-edge yet cost-effective. The decision carried significant weight; the chosen vendor would receive a massive downpayment, which made Ethan adamant about strict qualifications. The company needed to be well-established with at least four years of clean financial standing. As he skimmed through each folder, some proposals were immediately discarded—too risky, too young, or too ambitious with nothing to back it up. By the time he finished the initial screening, a large portion of the submissions lay crumpled in the bin. Still, a sense of satisfaction settled over him. It had been a productive day. Wanting to share the moment—his success, his thoughts, the rare lightness in his chest—he drove to the cemetery. Two baskets of flowers rested on the passenger s
Nathan ran out, scanning the area as he weaved through guests and staff in disarray. He finally spotted her in the parking lot, waiting in the passenger seat of the car, her face pale under the dim lights.He rushed to her side and opened the door."What happened? Did Ethan catch you?" he asked, breathless.She slowly shook her head."No." Her voice was faint. She didn’t look at him.Nathan’s face softened. "I thought something bad had happened to you." He extended his hand and gently caressed her face."My head hurts," she murmured, pressing her fingers to her temple.He knelt beside her and gently pulled her into his arms. Her body felt cold, like she’d been holding her breath the entire time."Come on," he said softly. "Let’s go home… and watch how this disaster unfolds."He smiled as he closed the car door, casting one last glance at the chaos behind them."They’ll be talking about this for weeks or even months." He said proudly.As Nathan drove away from the chaos, Fallon leaned h