JamesThe moment I held her, everything in me tightened with a pain I couldn’t shake. The warmth of her tears seared my skin, burning hotter than fire, branding guilt deep into my soul.I had never known fear like I felt watching that video. My grandmother had sent it to me before I came here.The images played over in my mind, relentless, cruel.The chaos at the Wenger family's pool… I had carried Susan Wenger in my arms while she—the one person who mattered most—sank beneath the surface, quiet, unseen. The water had been still for far too long before Yuell finally dove in.The sight of her pale face as he dragged her to shore haunted me. I could almost feel her lifeless weight, her lips colourless, her chest unmoving until he forced breath back into her lungs.She could have died.And I didn’t even know.I gripped her tighter, pressing her trembling body into mine, wishing I could merge us together to shield her from the torment I had caused. Her tears soaked my chest, a flood of so
JamesAs she let go of the handle and pulled out her phone, I already knew what she was going to do. It didn’t take more than a swift reach for me to pluck the device from her fingers. She blinked up at me, startled, her brows furrowing."Is it so intolerable to stay with me?" I asked, my voice calm despite the heaviness in my chest.Her immediate, forced smile stung more than I wanted to admit."No."I knew a lie when I heard one. I felt it in the way she averted her eyes and in the forced curve of her lips. Her denial only deepened the ache sitting heavy in my throat, but I swallowed it down and kept my tone steady."Call her later," I said. "Even if you try now, Grandma won’t open the door."She hesitated before nodding.A silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. I stood there, still wrapped in a loose bathrobe, my hair damp, droplets trailing down my skin. Her gaze flicked away, as if even looking at
The sharp coolness of the wind against my skin jolted me back to my senses. My heart raced as I opened my eyes and pushed James Ferguson away with trembling hands. He felt my resistance and released me without hesitation, his weight lifting from me as he rolled over.Breathless, I sat up quickly, my chest rising and falling. My face burned as I turned my head away, the heat of embarrassment and something deeper spreading through me."I Don’t want..." The words slipped from my lips in a barely audible whisper.James froze, the tension in his frame visible as he clenched his jaw. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and I could see him gather every ounce of control he possessed before he stood and walked to the window. He zipped his sweatshirt in silence, his back turned as he stared out into the night.I sat quietly, my fingers fumbling as I straightened my wrinkled clothes and smoothed my tousled hair. My hands shook slightly as I tri
When Grandma stopped me, I was about to rise, ready to leave after James Ferguson had gone. But she held me back with a calm voice.“Zelda, don’t worry, Grandma still has something to do.”I looked at Aunt Tian, who was standing next to her, and saw her nodding before leaving. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but before I could dwell on it, I noticed Tian Ma coming back with someone in tow.My heart skipped a beat when I saw Hilder Ferguson, looking furious and struggling to free herself from Tian Ma’s grip."Mother Tian, please let go of my hand. I can walk by myself!" Hilder snapped, but as soon as she saw me sitting next to Grandma, her face twisted into a scowl.She glared at me, full of disdain.I knew it was my fault—this was all because of me. Hilder had come to the old house that morning and made fun of me over the phone with her sisters. The worst part? Grandma had overheard everything. Grandma wa
When my phone buzzed in the middle of that tense meeting, I was still listening to the endless debate. The R&D team for the chip project had been working for more than two years with no profits to show for it.Directors were growing impatient. Tempers flared, voices rose—it was a familiar battlefield of frustration versus vision. I sat there, cold and composed, letting them vent.Then I saw the message."Let’s meet."For a moment, I didn’t move. My eyes stayed on the screen, my heartbeat shifting rhythm. Zelda.I read the words again as if to ensure they were real. A rare, uncontrollable smile pulled at my lips before I could stop it. The tension in my chest loosened. Suddenly, the arguments around me faded, as if I had stepped into a quieter world.Silence followed my unexpected reaction. I looked up to find all eyes on me—wide-eyed, confused. They had noticed the smile.I didn’t care.I typed
JamesThe moment her hand reached out with the bank card, my gaze locked on it, my chest tightening with a cold, suffocating weight. Ice—frozen fury—spread through me.This was it?I didn’t take it. I wouldn’t.Instead, my eyes rose slowly, my voice cutting like the edge of a blade, each word pressed down with a rage I could barely contain.“You came to me today just to give me this?”The anger in my chest churned. All the way here, I had let myself hope. I had imagined—more times than I cared to admit—that she’d finally woken up. That she wasn’t going to keep fighting me, that maybe, just maybe, she’d been through enough and wanted to come home.I’d thought she’d miss me.I had told Cheng to drive faster. Every second I waited had felt like torture. But now, standing here, she handed me thirty million like I was some banker collecting a loan. And worst of all, she didn’t come alone.She came with him.Zelda Liamson, you know exactly how to gut me.My hands trembled. I clenched my fis
I wiped my eyes one last time, breathing deeply as I stood up. My legs felt weak, but the heaviness in my chest had lessened. The storm of emotions that had crashed over me moments before had finally subsided.I glanced up at Hammer Yassir, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep into my cheeks.He didn’t say anything about my breakdown, only offered a gentle, understanding smile that made me feel even more self-conscious.I dropped my gaze, and that’s when I noticed the coffee stain on his chest.The dark splatter spread across his coat, a visible reminder of how he had stepped between me and the fury that was Hilder Ferguson. If he hadn’t shielded me, I’d have been the one walking around with coffee all over me—and even more humiliation.“I’m sorry for what happened today,” I said, my voice soft but sincere. “I’ll buy you a new shirt and coat.”His grin widened as if he’d been waiting for my words.“Perfect. Let’s go.”I blinked, thrown off. “Go?”Hammer pointed to his stained shirt.
ZeldaI heard him give the instructions, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to feel a tiny flicker of relief. The weight on my chest had been so heavy for so long. But just as quickly, my tears started falling again, faster this time, uncontrollably. The car felt too small, the air too thick, and the driver, undoubtedly terrified of the tension, kept perfectly silent.I didn't want to cry again. I knew it wouldn't help. But despite all my efforts to stop, the sobs kept coming, small and intermittent.Then he spoke, cold and firm, cutting through the heavy air between us.“Zelda Liamson, if you cry again, I will regret it!”I froze. His voice, low and menacing, made my tears stop instantly, my chest tightening. I shrank against the window, as if trying to disappear into the glass, my heart pounding as if it might burst out of my chest.“Don’t be so mean,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. “I’m not crying anymore.”He didn’t say anything. His eyes, colder than I’d ever seen the
ZeldaLilian Wenger's red eyes and embarrassed flush were hard to ignore. She’s a dancer of some renown, and those in the arts often possess a certain nobility. But the comfortable life she was accustomed to was clearly weighing on her, the thought of losing it all outweighing any sense of shame.I never expected Susan to still be lying to her parents, still clinging to the fiction that James is her child’s father. My brow furrowed.“Please?” I prompted.“James has stopped investing in the Wenger family. It was agreed upon, but he’s cut us off without warning. Our funding has dried up…” This was news to me.James hadn’t breathed a word of it.“Zee, for your grandmother’s sake, you can’t just stand by and watch the Wenger family crumble. Grandma and Grandpa built that business.”Grandmother Wenger passed away when I was five. My memories are hazy, but I remember her warmth and her adoration. It’s undeniable that my adoption by the Fergusons was tied to my connection to the Wenger famil
ZeldaI woke up in the big bed at the Mansion, disoriented. The last thing I remembered was being in the car with James, the argument hanging heavy in the air. I looked down. My clothes had been changed. They were clean and fresh. Aunt Jiang, no doubt.My lips felt strange, a little sore, with a faint medicinal scent, like antiseptic. Someone had been… cleaning them? The thought made me uneasy.Aunt Jiang bustled in.“Madam, you’re finally awake! I’ve been to check on you twice. Breakfast is ready. Please eat quickly, so you can take it to your husband.”“How did I get home last night?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.“Mr. Ferguson carried you back himself, Madam. He took care of you all night before returning to the hospital. He wouldn’t let me help. I don’t know if his wound reopened. He looked so worried. His face was so pale when he left…”My brow furrowed. Guilt, sharp and unexpected, pierced through me. Aunt Jiang’s words painted a picture of James, concerned and carin
ZeldaA prickling sensation crawled up my spine. Something was wrong. As the man reached for me, I reacted instinctively, swinging my bag and hitting him squarely in the face.“Someone, help! Help!” I yelled, my voice ringing out across the crowded club.The commotion drew attention, but the two men were quick. One grabbed the woman in the red dress, while the other wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close.“Baby, stop making trouble,” he said loudly, his voice dripping with false concern. “Let’s not quarrel, okay? It’s all my fault! Sorry, my wife drank too much…”He was trying to drag me away, to make it look like a lovers’ spat.Panic clawed at me. I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that the people I’d hoped would notice were buying his act, turning back to their dancing.“I’m gay!” I shouted, desperation giving my voice an edge. “Let me and my wife go! We’re a couple! We don’t even know you!”I struggled against his grip, trying to reach the woman in the red dress. “Let
ZeldaMy heart plummeted. James… he’d lied. Deliberately.The thought echoed in my mind, a cold, sharp shard of ice. He’d manufactured this whole injury, just to manipulate me, just for the baby. The same way Hellen Ferguson only cared about the child, not about… me.The realization stung, leaving me feeling foolish and betrayed.My legs had gone numb. I hadn’t even noticed the bodyguards leaving. I sank to the floor, hugging my knees, trying to contain the rising panic. After what felt like an eternity, I forced myself to stand. I clutched the incubator, a fragile shield against the truth, and walked to his ward. I needed to hear it from him. I needed to understand.But as I cracked open the door, their voices drifted out, stopping me cold.“Brother has succeeded in wooing his wife? Didn’t little Zelda Liamson cry and make a fuss before, insisting on getting a divorce and going abroad?” Miguel’s voice was laced with that familiar, subtle mockery.Then Yuell Qing’s laughter was sharp
ZeldaI blinked, realizing just how cunning James really was. He hadn't explicitly said anything about cancelling the divorce, but he’d subtly manoeuvred me into this position. Unbelievable.I puffed out my cheeks."You wish! I can't even count the ways you've made me unhappy. I'm only staying temporarily because of Little One, and because your injury is partly my fault! Don't think you've won me over that easily. You're just an…apprentice husband at best!""Apprentice husband?" James raised an eyebrow.I nodded firmly. "Don't you understand? Like the interns at Ferguson's. You're on probation. Less than a month. If your performance is satisfactory, I'll consider things. But if it's not…Mr. Ferguson should be very clear on the process, right?"He was silent for a moment, then I narrowed my eyes."Do you have any objections?“He clicked his tongue, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Then perhaps Mrs. Ferguson could enlighten me on the criteria for this…internship? What requirements must
Zelda"What paternity test?" I asked, my brow furrowed. I took the phone from James, staring at the report on the screen.It wasn't a paternity test at all. It was a kinship test. And the result…grandfather-granddaughter? My confusion deepened."Whose grandchild is this?"I scrolled back, finally taking in the names of the individuals involved in the assessment. My eyes widened in surprise."It's…Bai Luoqi's child?"Luoqi! It all clicked into place. He’d passed away, which explained why James was so invested in this child. Luoqi had been busy with the Bai family’s overseas business these past few years, just like Susan.They’d both been out of the Country. And then, the timing…Susan had returned with James and the Bai's. The media had assumed they were Susan’s parents, making all sorts of incorrect assumptions. No wonder they’d all come back together."So," I said slowly, piecing it together, "the Bai family's IPO is at a critical stage. Luoqi's death is a huge blow, and you’re trying
ZeldaMy mind was a whirlwind. Tissues, where were the tissues? Liamson, Zelda Liamson, that's me, and right now I was trying desperately to stop James's nosebleed. It was all so embarrassing!And then there was James, throwing that cup of water. At Xavier! His brother. I felt a surge of mortification."I told you to stop messing around!" I scolded, my cheeks burning. "This whole ward is a mess!"James, bless his heart, just looked gloomy."It's inconvenient," he mumbled, "Let's just get discharged tomorrow.""Discharged?" I exclaimed, aghast. "How can we? Your injuries aren't nearly healed! And…and I need to see Xavier. James, why did you hit him?"I turned to go out, but James grabbed my wrist, his grip surprisingly tight. It startled me."What's wrong?" I asked, looking at him.He seemed to realize he'd been too rough and loosened his hold a little."I think…I think my wound might have opened again. It hurts," he said, his brow furrowed.My worry instantly eclipsed everything else.
I was stunned. My head snapped back, and a jolt of disbelief running through me.“How could you even think that?!” I exclaimed, my voice rising in disbelief. “There’s nothing between me and my Hammer. I don’t… I don’t like him! How could you even imagine such a thing?”James’s expression was a mixture of anger and something else… hurt? He sneered a harsh, bitter sound.“He coveted you back then. He even dared to come to the Ferguson family to propose! And in the past two years, he abandoned his life as the heir to the Yassir family to work at the Ferguson hospital… just to be near you. You kissed in the car. You hid your pregnancy. You talked about divorce. You were going to go abroad with him! And just now… you were snuggled in his arms! What am I supposed to think, Zelda? What?”His words hit me like a physical blow. He loosened his grip on my chin, but the damage was done. My neck felt strained, stretched to its limit. I stared at him, his eyes burning with a cold fury, and a wave
ZeldaHis hand, James’s hand, was a vice around my waist. His fingers pressed right on the bruise, a throbbing reminder of his unfounded anger. The scene in the ward replayed in my mind, fueling my own simmering frustration. He’d stormed out, furious, without even knowing what had happened.Then, his accusation about Hammer. I glanced at Hammer’s cheek, the fading bruise a testament to James’s… overreaction. Something snapped. I shoved him away, my brow furrowed.“James, have you said enough?!” I retorted, my voice trembling slightly. “I just fell asleep. Brother was worried I’d catch a cold and put his coat on me. Is that so terrible? I asked him for help at the airport. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Why involve him?”A wave of hurt washed over me. If James hadn’t forgotten I was waiting outside, would I have fallen asleep on that bench? And he had hugged Susan in front of me, without a word of explanation, but my innocent interaction with Hammer was enough to ignite his ra