MAISIEMy voice broke slightly. "My son became my reason to turn back. He had done nothing wrong and deserved better than the ugly fate I had chosen for myself. He deserved a chance at life, even if that life began with me as his mother."I wiped away a tear that had escaped despite my efforts to remain composed. "I made a promise that night standing in that river, that I would live for him and give him everything our family never gave me: love, support, encouragement, safety. I would break the cycle no matter how hard it was."Raphael reached over and squeezed my hand gently. For a moment, we were children again, finding comfort in each other amid the chaos of our home."The reason we suffered all these years… he was arrested today," he said after a moment in a more professional tone. The police officer in him replaced the vulnerable brother. "He'll pay the price for everything he did to you, to both of us."I sat up straight, confusion replacing the emotional exhaustion I'd been fee
MAISIEI remained in the doorway long after Raphael had disappeared from view, thinking about the strange twists and turns of life. How paths diverge and sometimes, unexpectedly, converge again. Our sad stories might share similar events and features, the same villains and settings, but our losses remained uniquely our own, as did our ways of surviving them.I closed the door and wiped away the tears that had dampened my eyelashes. The conversation with Raphael still echoed in my mind. The emotional weight of our reunion settled over me—comforting yet heavy with memories."Oh no!" I gasped suddenly, remembering my promise. "I was supposed to bring Don his things!"I hurried down the hallway to his room. Pushing open his door, I headed toward his closet, intending to pack a bag for his hospital stay. But something caught my eye—a neatly packed duffel bag sitting on his bed as if waiting for me."What's this?" I murmured, approaching it curiously.I unzipped the bag to find his clothes
MAISIEDon’s response silenced me immediately. I felt the truth of his words like a physical weight on my chest, stealing my breath. How could a child so young understand something so profound, so heartbreaking?I hated to admit it, but he was right. It wasn't easy to be a student in today's world. The expectations were immense. Hours spent behind desks, surrounded by books and worksheets. Studying until exhaustion set in, only to find that what remained to learn was even greater. The pressure, the anxiety, the constant push for achievement—it was too much for adults, let alone children.I reached for his small hand, cradling it between my palms. His fingers were cool against my skin, reminding me of how fragile he really was beneath that wise exterior."Well, what do you think of a rest period?" I suggested with forced optimism. "You'll undergo an operation tomorrow, and you can use the recovery time to rest from studies and everything that bothers you. We'll be together, and you won
MAISIEI arrived home quicker this time. The heavy traffic had lessened.The evening chill had seeped into my bones, so I ran a warm bath, adding a few drops of lavender oil to the steaming water.After my bath, I dressed in the comfortable clothes Jason had given me for our trip when we were in his suite—soft cotton pants and a matching top adding a long-sleeved cardigan for warmth.I ate dinner alone at the kitchen counter, the silence of the house pressing in around me. For the first time in a long while, I felt the emptiness of being alone at home. No Don's quiet presence filling the space.Opening the refrigerator, I reached for a bottle of liquor. A drink seemed perfect for the evening—something to take the edge off my nerves as I waited.Just as I closed the refrigerator door, I heard the distinctive sound of a car pulling into the driveway.My heart leapt, and I grabbed the bottle before hurrying to the front door.I pulled it open just as Jason was getting out of his car.He
MAISIEI was momentarily stunned. So he had indeed been the one to give Raphael my address! How else would he have known about my brother's visit?"I barely got to know him," I replied, studying Jason's face. "We talked about a lot of things. What makes me happy is that we're on good terms now."Jason murmured understanding, his hand moving to my waist. "What did he tell you?"I swung my legs slightly from the barstool. "He told me he arrested my father, and that there was a fire at his company," I said. "He also mentioned he met you in Cleveland."Jason took a sip from his glass, his expression remaining neutral. But his calmness only confirmed my suspicions—he had played a role in everything that had happened.The lack of surprise, the steady hand holding his drink, the unchanged rhythm of his breathing all told me what his words didn't.I reached out, my fingers grazing the side of his neck as I continued. "He also told me I made a mistake coming back to you. I got the impression h
MAISIEA chill ran down my spine at his words. Something in his phrasing caught my attention, making my heart skip a beat."Because of them?" I asked, my mind racing. "Did you mean your brother too? What did you do to Jared?"Jason glanced down at the cup in his hand, swirling the remaining liquid thoughtfully. When he looked back up, his face had returned to one of detachment."I liked that idea you proposed about mental institutions," he answered with unsettling tranquility. "I sent him there so they could rehabilitate him... but in a new way of my invention." His sideways smile returned, making my stomach tighten with unease."When did you take him to rehab?" I demanded, confusion evident in my voice. "I thought he was at the same hospital as Don!"Jason drained his cup in one swift motion before setting it down on the counter with a soft click."Am I crazy enough to put him in the same place as my son?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "The ambulance that came to pick him up from her
MAISIEMy smile widened at his agreement. I shifted to sit cross-legged, expecting him to offer his back for me to climb onto. Instead, he surprised me by scooping me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest like a bride.As he carried me toward the stairs, I happily swung my legs in the air, feeling weightless and carefree."This way works too!" I announced cheerfully.Jason adjusted his grip, holding me tighter against his chest as he began climbing the stairs. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing my lips close to his ear."Do you know why I call you the Master of Luxury thrills?" I whispered.He threw a quick glance down at me briefly before returning his attention to navigating the stairs."Why?" he asked, curiosity evident in his voice despite his attempt at nonchalance."Because you're sexy in a very luxurious way!" I exclaimed with drunken enthusiasm.I twisted in his arms to see his face better, adding the rest of my thoughts with a goofy, uninhibited smile that on
MAISIEI placed my hands defensively on my chest, laughing at the sudden role reversal. "You can't punish me for such a trivial reason!"Jason captured my wrists and held them above my head, causing me to laugh uncontrollably as the alcohol amplified my reaction.He reached through the neck of my shirt and tugged the strap slightly."Wait a minute! I want to tell you something. WAIT!" I protested between fits of laughter.He paused, waiting for me to speak."Don didn't inherit all your features," I explained breathlessly. "He has your nose... and the proof is that I have a small nose."Jason narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "What are you trying to say?" he asked threateningly.I couldn't contain myself any longer and burst into laughter, causing the strap he'd wrapped around me to bounce against my skin.He hadn't pulled it too hard, so it didn't sting much.Tears gathered in my eyes as my ribs began to ache from laughing so hard. Jason released me and helped me sit up, concern replaci
MAISIEI froze, then rushed closer to her. "Lily, what did you say? Say it again!"She placed her tiny palm on my cheek."Amma!"It wasn't perfect, but it was close enough. After months of trying, she'd finally said something resembling "Mama."Joy exploded through me like fireworks. I started bouncing up and down, unable to contain my excitement."She said it! She said 'Mama'! Did you hear that? She called me 'Mama'!" I shouted, throwing my arms wide and then forming a big heart shape with them for Lily.Suddenly, I realized I hadn't captured this momentous occasion. "Wait, I need my camera! This is important!"I started frantically searching through my bag. "Don't say anything else until Mama comes back with the camera, okay?" I called over my shoulder as I dug through my belongings.I've always been one to wear my emotions openly, especially happiness. After everything I'd been through in my life, I'd promised myself I would never downplay joy when it came my way. I would celebrate
MAISIEI was making my way back from checking on Don and his friends who were busy taking photos and being typical teenagers when Lily suddenly began squirming in my arms, making urgent sounds and pointing.Don had asked us to keep his relationship with Jason private at school. As far as his classmates knew, Jason was just his stepfather, the school principal who had married his mom.I understood his need for privacy; teenage social dynamics were complicated enough without adding that layer.Lily's movements became more insistent, drawing my attention back to her. She was staring fixedly at something, her little body practically vibrating with excitement.Following her gaze, I realized we were standing near the elephant enclosure. A massive African elephant was resting in the shade of a large tree, separated from us by sturdy metal bars and a deep moat.I moved closer to the viewing area, and Lily immediately grabbed onto the bars, her eyes wide with wonder as she took in the enormous
MAISIEI turned back to face her, noting the familiar look of contempt that always appeared whenever Karina's name came up.Miriam had disliked her from the start, but her hatred had intensified after I'd explained the full story of how Karina had conspired with Jason's brother Jared, how she'd betrayed years of friendship with Jason just to trap him in a relationship."What's she done now?" I asked, not entirely sure I wanted to know.My feelings toward Karina were complicated. For a long time, I'd seen her as nothing but a manipulative obstacle standing between Jason and me. Then, during our final confrontation, I'd glimpsed something else—a young woman crushed under the weight of family expectations and desperate choices.However, that brief moment of sympathy had evaporated when Jason finally told me everything. The extent of her deception, the calculated way she'd worked with Jared to keep Jason tied to her... I'd never wished anyone ill except for Jared, but Karina had earned a
MAISIE"It's okay, sweet girl," I murmured, holding Lily close as our car pulled away from the driveway.Her eyes were still watery, her little chest occasionally hitching with the aftermath of tears. She'd been crying for Don, who had left earlier with Chen and their friend to meet us at the zoo.Don had snuck out while Lily was distracted with her toys, but she'd noticed his absence almost immediately. It was almost comical how both her father and brother would try to slip away unnoticed, terrified of upsetting a twenty-month-old."Come on, Lily," I said brightly, trying to distract her. "Say 'Mama'!"I'd been trying to coax her first words for weeks now. However, she seemed determined to take her time.The pediatrician assured us it was normal. Some children were simply more observant before they started speaking still I couldn't help feeling a little anxious.Lily ignored my prompting, becoming fascinated with the buttons on my jacket instead. She leaned forward, her chubby finger
MAISIEThe next morning, I emerged from a quick shower and headed to the dressing room to get ready for the day.I'd passed by Lily's room earlier and found both her and Jason still asleep, though she had somehow migrated onto his chest, her favorite sleeping position since she was born.Whenever she was with one of us while sleeping, she'd inevitably crawl up and settle herself on our chest, her ear pressed against our heartbeat.I pulled on ripped jeans, a white tank top, and a soft gray blazer, then headed back to the nursery, eager to tell Jason about his unprecedented night of sleep.When I reached Lily's room, the bed was empty. I found them on the other side of the room, where Jason was sitting on the floor with Lily in his lap, carefully putting tiny shoes on her feet.She looked adorable in a white sundress, her hair tamed into two small pigtails.I was about to speak when Don appeared behind me with Lily's sippy cup of milk in his hand."Time for breakfast, everyone," he ann
MAISIE~A couple of years later~I gave birth to the most beautiful little girl in the world two years after our wedding. We named her Lily, after Jason's mother. Sometimes I call her Lil when she's being especially cute, which is pretty much all the time.It was actually my suggestion to name her after his mother. I knew it would make Jason happy, and it truly did. The way his eyes lit up when I proposed it—that moment alone was worth it.Now she's one year and eight months old, toddling around our home with a determination that makes us all smile.Lily has filled our lives—mine, Jason's, and Don's—with a kind of joy I never knew existed. Her little voice, still forming words but full of expression, makes the whole house feel alive. She's become the unexpected glue that has truly brought our family together.Don had accepted my relationship with his father, but in those early days after the wedding, he still spent most of his time with his best friend.He was trying to adjust to this
MAISIEThe moment we appeared, the guests rose to their feet, turning to watch our approach.I saw familiar faces on both sides of the aisle—colleagues from work, parents from Don's school.Miriam stood in the front row, her pregnancy now visible beneath her flowing dress, tears already streaming down her face as she clutched Nathan's hand.But my eyes were drawn inexorably to Jason, waiting for me beneath the arch.The look on his face as he watched me approach… wonder, joy, love so intense it was almost painful to witness made everything else fade away.In that moment, it was just the two of us, connected by an invisible thread that had been drawing us together since our first meeting.Don and I moved slowly down the aisle, each step bringing me closer to my future. The weight of my son's arm beneath my hand was both grounding and symbolic. He wasn't just giving me away; he was walking with me into our new life.When we reached the front, the officiant smiled warmly at us. "Who give
MAISIEThe moment I stepped on the back porch, the world seemed to pause. Across the lawn where rows of white chairs arranged in a semicircle. Wildflowers in shades of blue, purple, and white lined the aisle—the same flowers that grew naturally along the stream at the property's edge, now woven into garlands that transformed our backyard into an enchanted garden.Jason squeezed my hand once before releasing it. Then he moved ahead to take his place at the simple arch we'd constructed from twisted branches and adorned with more wildflowers and fairy lights that would twinkle as evening approached.His best man, Klay, stood beside him, while Felix and the rest of Jason’s friends lingered a few feet away. Dressed in sleek black silk suits, they exuded an air of refined elegance, each one strikingly handsome in their own way.I took a deep breath, steadying myself in the quiet moment before everything would begin.The subtle scent of my bouquet—wildflowers mixed with sprigs of lavender—he
MAISIEWe lay tangled together afterward.Jason’s weight was a welcome pressure on top of me and his heartbeat was strong against my chest, gradually slowing to match my own.My ring caught the candlelight and sent prisms dancing across his sweat-dampened skin like tiny rainbows that seemed a fitting metaphor for the joy that filled me.Eventually, Jason shifted to the side and gathered me on him so that my head rested on his chest with his arm a protective band around my waist.Outside, the night had deepened, but inside our sanctuary, time seemed suspended in amber like the honey that still faintly flavored our kisses."When did you plan all this?" I asked, tracing idle patterns through the light dusting of hair on his chest.His fingers combed through my hair, gentle and soothing, occasionally working through tangles with careful attention. "I bought the ring before our trip to Greendale," he admitted, the rumble of his voice vibrating against my ear.I nodded.Tears slipped from t