MAISIEMy heart stopped the second we arrived at the restaurant. There sat Dame, holding Don’s hand at one of the tables."There must be some explanation for this," I muttered, trying to make sense of the scene."What more proof do you need?" Miriam's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Would catching them kissing do it for you?""Please shut up!" The mere suggestion made my stomach turn.I strode toward their table, my pulse racing with each step."Keep calm, I won't bite you," Dame's voice carried across the table. “I…” Her words ceased abruptly at our approach.Don yanked his hand back, stuffing it hastily into his jacket pocket. His chair creaked against the floor as he shifted uncomfortably at our sudden appearance.Miriam's palm slammed against the table. "What's going on between you two?"Ignoring her rotten mind, I slipped into the seat beside Don. "I have wonderful news. Nathan found a donor for you. Soon, you'll be free from the chains of your illness.""Donor?" Don's eyes widened
MAISIEShe settled on the adjacent stool, draping her brown jacket over the empty seat beside her.Her unexpected presence surprised me, but I found I didn't mind the company.I poured her drink first, adding ice cubes before filling my own glass. "You always amaze me with your perspective on things.""Why aren't you celebrating with the others?" Dame took a sideways glance at me before lifting her glass.My lips twisted in contemplation. "This is my celebration." The tequila burned pleasantly as I sipped, its sharp bite making me wince. "I've never had tequila before, and I doubt I will again."She shrugged."How do you plan to make Klay Woods fall in love with you?" The question rolled off my tongue."I'm tired. Love is exhausting, especially when you love someone who doesn't love you back." Dame's voice carried a weight that seemed to pull her shoulders down and her expression darkened with each word.The memory of the amusement park flickered through my mind. My curiosity burned.
MAISIEMy heart stopped. "What? You saw us?""I was heading to my room when I spotted you two." Dame's expression softened. "It was pretty clear your relationship wasn't just neighborly. I would've minded my own business, but then I saw Don approaching from the other direction. I had to distract him."The revelation hit me. All this time, Dame had known and kept our secret. She'd even protected us from being discovered."Did all that really happen when I was completely unaware?" I stared at Dame in disbelief. "Why would you help me like that? Most people would have done the opposite."Dame's lips curved into a knowing smile. "He came to see me, seeking help with a problem he was facing. His issues with women.""I don't know how to thank you properly, but I owe you one." I shifted away from her, attempting a smile that faltered when thoughts of her friendship with Karina surfaced."Don't you hate me? I mean, I'm your friend's fiancé's lover." Fear crept into my voice.Dame reached for
MAISIEThe sound of shattering porcelain echoed through the room like a gunshot.A startled gasp escaped me.I stumbled backward until my shoulder blades pressed against the cool wall as his relentless approach drove me further into retreat.“Who. Is. His. Father?” He asked again through gritted teeth."You!" The admission burst from me between ragged breaths, my chest constricting under the weight of his dangerous proximity.The truth I'd carried for seven years since our divorce finally escaped, hanging in the air between us like a live wire.I instinctively shielded my face when Jason raised his fist, memories of childhood trauma surfacing unbidden. However, the pain never came. Instead, his fist landed on the wall above my head and the impact sent vibrations through the plaster.Tears spilled unbidden down my cheeks, leaving hot trails that burned like acid."Why didn't you tell me?" His breath was warm against my face, carrying a heavy scent of whiskey. He’d been drinking.My thr
MAISIEThe weight of his words made it hard to breathe. The pregnancy of this moment - this revelation… felt unbearable, like watching death approach in slow motion.Each syllable of his words was a sharp reminder of my deception."I even asked you directly if he was mine." Jason's chest heaved with emotion. "You looked me in the eyes and denied it every single time."He straightened his shoulders, authority radiating from his stance. "You will tell him everything in one sitting, or I will do it myself!""I won't tell him anything, and neither will you! Do you honestly think he'll be overjoyed by this revelation?" My voice emerged hoarse but determined.Jason didn’t spare me a glance. "Not immediately. His operation comes first. Once he's physically recovered, you'll tell him everything." His lips curved into a bitter smile. "And I suspect he won't want to stay with you after that."The implication of his words sent ice through my veins.Will he take my son away? The mere thought was
MAISIE"He'll come back, just give it time." The words felt hollow against the weight of my despair.The reassurance did little to ease the ache in my chest, but I desperately needed to believe it. Like a mantra, I repeated it silently, trying to convince myself that this numbness wouldn't last forever, that somewhere beneath the pain, my heart still remembered how to feel something other than this crushing emptiness.The digital clock on my nightstand blinked 2:47 AM. I squeezed my eyes shut, not from exhaustion but from a desperate need to escape my thoughts.The silk pillowcase beneath my cheek had long since grown damp with silent tears, and sleep remained elusive, dancing just beyond my grasp while memories played on endless loop behind my closed lids.Two hours stretched into an eternity as I lay there like a prisoner to my own mind. This thinking disease - this endless spiral of thoughts had no cure, no respite, no moment of peace.Even if blessed unconsciousness found me, I kn
MAISIEI lowered my hands from my tear-stained face, hardly daring to believe he was really there.He stood a few steps from the pool's edge, one hand tucked casually in his pocket while the other held his signature black jacket.His usually warm features had hardened into something cold and distant and his concern seemed more performative than genuine.Anger flared unexpectedly in me. "Everyone pretends to care while none of you actually do. You're just like the rest of them!"I pulled myself from the pool. My flip-flops dangled limply from my fingers as I moved past Jason, determined to escape his presence and the suffocating weight of this moment."Even if the whole world stops caring, even if the stars fall from the sky, don't you dare forget what happened!"His words froze me mid-stride.The audacity of his statement sent a surge of disbelief through my body, making my already cold, wet skin feel even more chilled. How could he possibly think that something so profound, so life-al
MAISIETwo versions of myself waged a merciless war inside me. One screamed with uncontrollable rage that threatened to tear me apart, the other dissolving into hysterical tears, terrified of the consequences my past actions had brought down around us."You're his father, I know that." Tears glazed my eyes. "But it's too late to claim him now, too late to rewrite history."My voice cracked. "I spent my youth working endless shifts at dead-end jobs to give him everything he needed. Sleepless nights pacing the floor until dawn when he fell sick, the constant worry about school fees, about whether I could afford new shoes when he outgrew his old ones..." My voice caught in my throat. "I lived like a woman possessed yet determined to give him the best version of me. Even when I was running on empty, even when I could barely keep my eyes open between shifts."My words seemed to bounce off Jason like they weighed nothing. In fact, they only darkened his expression further. The shadows under
MAISIEI wiped away the tear that had rolled down my cheek and turned off the microphone. Looking up, I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself.Being an emotional person with so many feelings can be absolute torture sometimes.I gasped when the door suddenly opened only to sigh with relief upon seeing Jason standing there.My coat hung casually over one shoulder, my bag dangling from his hand."Are you done?" I asked, walking toward him."I finished seconds before you spoke on the microphone," he admitted. "I was listening to your words while I was in the corridor."Mentally reviewing everything I'd just said, I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. Damn the alcohol for loosening my tongue!"Did I say too much?" I asked, my cheeks warming.Jason lifted my coat, holding it open for me to slip my arms through."No," he said softly. "And you know what? I won't hate him even if he despises me to my core. I'll protect him and always stand by his side, even against his will. I'll
MAISIE"I’ve learned to control myself even more when you're with me," Jason murmured, turning his chair to face the computer.His fingers resumed their effortless dance across the keyboard, yet his thoughts were nowhere near the screen. "It feels like my soul is constantly on the verge of escaping, rushing toward you. No matter how much I look at you, it never feels like enough. I memorize the way you move, the way you sit in stillness. Every little detail of you pulls me in, and my heart beats in sync with your smile."He exhaled softly. "I love you so deeply, so fiercely, that I have to hold myself back. Because if I don’t… I might lose myself entirely."If I had to name what we shared, I'd call it a safe relationship. I'd found myself in the hands of a man who saw beyond my physical form, who cherished the essence of who I was.In this era dominated by cravings and instant gratification, the worst thing that could happen would be surrendering to those shallow expectations and beco
MAISIEJason propped his chin in one hand while his fingers danced across the keyboard."Outrageously beautiful!" He glanced at me from the corner of his eye.I placed my foot on one arm of his chair and pulled my hair back with deliberate slowness. The silky strands slipped through my fingers as I held his gaze."Doesn't my outrageous beauty make you feel anything?" My voice came out huskier than intended, betraying my nervousness."Something like what?" He threw his weight on the back of his chair and placed his warm hand on my leg.His touch sent electricity through my skin, making it difficult to maintain my composure.I bit my lower lip, hesitating for several seconds while gathering my courage. The office suddenly felt too warm, too intimate."Jason... do I not excite you?" The words tumbled out before I could reconsider.His eyebrows rose slightly as he began stroking my leg with gentle, circular motions.My heart hammered against my ribs, and confusion clouded my thoughts."Do
MAISIE"What about Don?" Jason quirked an eyebrow, sliding his hands into his pockets elegantly.The realization hit me. Don! How could I forget?I slumped back into my seat dramatically, resting my forehead on the cool surface of the table."I really wanted to go with you," I mumbled, frustration evident in my voice. Something inside me yearned to be near him, like a magnetic pull I couldn't explain or resist.Miriam's gentle hand patted my head. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you get what you want?"I lifted my head, confusion written across my face. "What do you mean?""The audio equipment is rented for today only," Miriam explained, leaning closer with a conspiratorial gleam. "I need to return everything before ten tonight. I'll tell Don he needs to help me because Nathan has a headache. We'll take our time, maybe drive around a bit before I drop him off. You just need to be back before we return.""I don't have a headache!" Nathan protested.Miriam shot him a wa
MAISIEThe atmosphere between the two tables instantly chilled.Klay stood up, his posture rigid with barely contained anger."Follow me!" he commanded Dame:But Dame merely smiled provocatively. "Why?"Her defiance visibly increased his anger. He fixed her with a penetrating stare and said through clenched teeth, "Why?...""Should I care about your anger?" she challenged, lifting her chin.I swallowed nervously, watching the tension escalate between them. I'd never seen this side of their relationship before."Shut your fucking mouth and stand up fast!" Klay growled. His usual composure was completely shattered.Dame matched his intensity with a withering glare. "Stop cursing! You're not the only one who can do that, you ugly motherfucker!"Professor Hunt placed a calming hand on her shoulder. "Wait, Dame... calm down."Klay's gaze zeroed in on the professor's hand like a laser sight. "Get your hand off her!"I looked at Miriam nervously, and she returned the same anxious glance.The
MAISIEI stopped at the door of Nathan's office when I got there. I peered in and saw Jason deeply absorbed in going over some papers, his face furrowed.I knocked softly on the doorframe and adopted a playfully formal tone. "Will you let me in, Principal Harding?" I teased, referencing his serious demeanor.He looked up with his expression immediately softening into a smile. "Come in."I stepped inside before closing the door behind me with a gentle click.Making my way across the room, I settled into the chair across from him while he returned his attention to the papers in his hands."I got you a surprise!" I announced, holding up the plate with a flourish."Surprise, is it a piece of cake?" he replied without looking up, though I could detect a hint of amusement in his voice.I raised my index finger dramatically as if making an important point. "Wrong, it's not just any cake... it's chocolate cake!"His eyes remained fixed on the documents before him. "No, thank you."Disappointm
MAISIEJason stopped briefly to get a bottle of wine on the way to Nathan's place. I was astonished by the label when he came back to the car and gave it to me."You didn't have to!" I exclaimed, examining the expensive bottle."It's not in my nature to arrive empty-handed, butterfly."When we arrived at Nathan's place, I carefully balanced both gifts in my arms as we got out of the car. Even from outside, I could hear Miriam's voice through speakers singing the birthday song.She had mentioned planning something special, but knowing Miriam, I expected something much wilder than whatever was happening here.We made our way directly to the back garden, where the celebration was taking place. As soon as Miriam spotted us, she set down her microphone on the table where Nathan sat and jogged over to greet us.She looked stunning in a modern black dress that showed off her legs with her hair pulled back in a ponytail.The garden around us was beautifully decorated in white, creating an atm
MAISIEJason didn't follow—perhaps he knew better than to try.I tried to concentrate on wrapping Nathan's present that had finally arrived, but my hands were shaking too much to fold neatly or tie the right ribbons.The sound of an ambulance arriving next door kept drawing my attention away from my task. The sirens wailed, cutting through the evening quiet like a harsh reminder of what had just transpired.I'm not saying Jared didn't deserve consequences for his actions. He had caused immeasurable pain with his interference in our lives yet did he deserve to be injured badly enough to need emergency medical attention?The question troubled me, even as I struggled with ribbon and tape that refused to cooperate with my shaking fingers."Stop giving people second chances they don't deserve, Maisie. It's maturity to accept that no good can come from some people!" Jason's words echoed in my mind.Perhaps he was right. Perhaps no good could ever come from Jared. However, the violence I'd w
MAISIEMy heart pounded against my ribs as I followed them. I knew what was coming: violence, pain, and more fuel for the cycle of hatred that seemed inescapable between these brothers.I hurried down the path to Jason's house, my footsteps quick but hesitant. The front door stood open, swinging slightly in the evening breeze, and I could hear crashes coming from inside. Furniture being overturned, glass breaking.I paused at the threshold with my hand gripping the doorframe. Did I really want to witness this?A particularly loud shatter from the living room made my decision for me. I stepped inside, drawn by concern despite my better judgment.The scene that greeted me was chaos. Jason stood in the center of his once-pristine living room, unwinding his silk tie from around his bloodied knuckles. His breathing was measured but heavy, like a predator conserving energy between attacks.The white shirt beneath his suit jacket was now spattered with crimson droplets."All my troubles bega