James
The abrupt silence of the phone call echoed in the sterile hospital corridor, a small, yet jarring disruption to the otherwise clinical atmosphere.
I stared at the dark screen, a faint frown creasing my brow.
From the window beside me, the emergency entrance was visible, a flurry of activity. A moment ago, I could have sworn I saw a familiar figure being carried inside. A woman, her face obscured, but something about her…
Zelda.
But no, it couldn't be. She was at the old house, safe. She wouldn't be here. She wouldn't… hang up on me.
Why wouldn't she answer? Was she still angry about lunch? I’d been detained at the office, an urgent matter that couldn’t be postponed. She knew I hated breaking promises, especially to her.
"James, my mother has woken up and asked me to come out and call you."
The sound of my given name, rarely used, snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to see my cousin, her expr
ZeldaThe sight of them, walking side by side, was a painful echo of the past. A chilling reminder of the wedding anniversary when I'd seen him with Susan. The same casual intimacy, the same dismissive air.A wave of nausea washed over me, a sickening blend of sadness and betrayal. My fingers trembled, the phone a cold, hard weight in my hand.I couldn't face him. Not yet. I slipped behind a nearby tree, a silent observer in my own life.He answered the call, his voice, deep and familiar, cutting through the silence."Why didn't you answer the phone just now?"No greeting, no endearment. Just a question, sharp and accusatory. Was it because Bai Luoqi was there? Was he afraid to address me properly in front of her?"James, where are you? Why didn't you come back at noon?" I asked, my voice strained.A desperate plea for honesty. If he could just tell me the truth, explain his relationship with Bai Luoqi, then maybe, just maybe,
ZeldaIt was them. Him and Bai Luoxing. Together. In the sterile, white hallway of the hospital. My heart, already fragile, felt like it shattered into a million tiny pieces.I couldn't face him then. Couldn't bear to see the truth reflected in his eyes. So I retreated, a coward in my own story.The darkness of our bedroom offered a false sense of courage. A foolish hope that maybe, just maybe, I was wrong. That I was imagining things. I needed to ask him. Needed to hear it from his own lips. To understand. But when I tried, the words caught in my throat, choked by the lump of despair that had formed there."Let's talk tomorrow, go to sleep..." he mumbled, pulling me into his arms.His embrace, once a sanctuary, now felt like a cage. His brow was furrowed, his voice distant. Was it guilt? Avoidance? Or simply indifference? Was he already giving his attention to someone else?I used to love his embrace. The familiar scent, the steady beat of
ZeldaTiny sobs escaped me, a pathetic, leaking sound I couldn't contain. I pressed my fingers to my lips, trying to silence the tremors, but they wouldn't stop.He turned, his eyes widening as he saw my tears. Stunned, he pulled me into his arms."Why are you suddenly crying?"I couldn't speak. My throat was tight, choked with unspoken words, with the weight of everything I knew now.He remembered. He remembered the little girl who cried for him, even when he wouldn't cry for himself. A small, sad smile touched his lips. He pulled my hands away, kissed my wet cheek, and coaxed me,"Are you heartbroken? Is Queeny a little fool? The pain has healed a long time ago, and it doesn't hurt anymore. It's okay, it's not worth crying about."His gentle words, his familiar touch, almost broke me. I clenched my fists, fighting back the fresh wave of tears that threatened to overwhelm me."You're right," I managed, my voice trembling.
The cool milk was a small comfort, a fleeting moment of normalcy before the day truly began."Grandma isn't home?" I asked, already knowing the answer."She went to church," the servant confirmed, "praying for you and Mr. James Ferguson. A happy marriage and a son soon."My heart clenched. For us. For a future that felt increasingly like a cruel joke. " The words, a hollow promise. And now, the baby. Their baby.Why? Why did he have to look at me with those eyes, offer me a glimpse of something real, when his heart belonged to another? Grandma would be so disappointed.I was about to escape, to find some semblance of peace, when Hellen Ferguson arrived, her face set in that determined, maternal line."Zee, mom made some soup for you.""I'm full," I said, but it was a futile attempt. The bowl, heavy and steaming, was thrust into my hands. "Just a bowl," she insisted, her voice laced with a gentle, yet firm, command. "You're pregnant no
ZeldaHis voice, even through the phone, held a hint of surprise."You misunderstood, I just wanted to ask for clarification."Clarification? As if anything he said could change the fact that his mother had fed me… that. As if anything he said could erase the image of him rushing to Bai Luoqi’s side."Don't ask me," I said, my voice flat, devoid of emotion. "Whatever your mother says is what it is.""Zelda Liamson, don't get angry with me."A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "You're wrong," I said, the words laced with a cold, sharp edge."Women throw tantrums because they want to be coaxed. Is it useful to throw tantrums with you? Besides, only people who don't want to be separated will throw tantrums." If a woman truly intends to walk away, she won't waste her energy on anger. She'll simply… leave.I was about to end the call when a woman's voice, soft and gentle, drifted through the speaker."James, you haven't had time to eat breakfast since you came to the hospital, right? I asked t
ZeldaThe studio lights felt harsh, not the warm embrace of the stage, but a clinical scrutiny. Four years. Four years away from the flashbulbs, the runways, the curated poses. I, Zelda Liamson, was attempting a comeback.Song, a titan in the fashion world, a woman who’d launched countless careers, watched with a cool, detached expression. I understood her scepticism. A model returning after such a long break? It was practically unheard of. I was a relic, a faded photograph compared to the vibrant, fresh faces that dominated the scene.So, I posed. I let my body remember the angles, the expressions, the subtle shifts that conveyed a thousand unspoken stories. I moved with a practised grace, a fluidity born from years of training. It wasn't about proving anything, not initially. It was about finding that spark again, that connection to the lens, to the art of transformation.I felt the subtle shift in the room. Song's gaze sharpened, her posture straightening slightly. The initial disi
It was Jim. He stood between James Ferguson and the exit, an immovable barrier."This is a matter between us, we will discuss it when we get back home, get out of the way," James Ferguson’s voice was a low, dangerous growl.Jim, however, remained unfazed, his expression calm and collected."Since Mr. Ferguson wants to discuss it, why not ask Mrs. Ferguson what she thinks now? Why not give her a chance to speak?"The air crackled with tension, a silent battle of wills. I seized the opportunity, biting down on James Ferguson’s hand and pushing him away."I want to join the show!" I declared, my voice trembling but firm.James Ferguson’s expression softened, but his eyes held a steely resolve."You are pregnant, don't be willful." He reached for me, his voice gentle, almost pleading. "If you want to model or design, you can do that occasionally at home. But before you join the fashion modelling agency again, you should wait until Little One is born, okay?"I stepped back, shaking my head
JimNan's worry was a palpable thing, a raw, youthful anxiety that filled the space. He took a step forward, his expression a mix of indignation and concern."Brother, are we just going to watch him take that person away? It's clear that my sister didn't volunteer!"I glanced at him, my expression impassive."Why don't you go and beat James Ferguson up and get her back?"His eyes lit up, a spark of impulsive action igniting within him. He even began to roll up his sleeves."James Ferguson worked as a mercenary abroad, and he saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood," I said, my voice low and even. "By the way, the last person who offended him seemed to be the one named Duan Kun who was on the social news."The name hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. Duan Kun's fate was a stark reminder of James Ferguson's capabilities.Nan’s enthusiasm deflated instantly, his half-rolled sleeves suddenly feeling very restrictive."So you're just going to leave it alone?" he asked, hi
ZeldaAs the door shut, James exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. His body was tense, his fists clenched at his sides.James stood motionless, staring at the door, his jaw clenched so tightly that I thought he might break.Mr Ferguson was the first to speak, his voice firm but not unkind.“James, I know you’re angry, but she’s still your mother.”James let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Still my mother?” His voice wavered. “What kind of mother does this to her child? What kind of mother lets him suffer for years and then—then when the truth comes out, she refuses to even acknowledge it?”His father sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “She’s scared, James. Scared of losing everything she’s built, scared of what the truth means.”James turned on him, pained.“And what about me? Does she care how scared I was? How much I lost? How I spent years believing I was the mistake, that everything that went wrong was somehow my fault?”Helen’s voice trembled from the doorw
ZeldaI sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the divorce papers I had once been so ready to sign. My hands rest over my stomach, where our child—my child—grows.I told myself I wouldn't cry over James Ferguson again. But here I am, my heart still aching in ways I wish it wouldn't.He had always been my saviour. When I was just a scared thirteen-year-old girl, lost and alone, James had taken me in. I admired him, idolized him. But then admiration turned into something else. Love. The kind that consumed me, that I could never shake off, no matter how hard I tried.But James had never seen me that way.First, it was Susan Wenger... I watched as he gave everything to Susan, how he smiled at her the way I had always wished he would look at me. And when Susan was gone, I thought—maybe—just maybe, James would see me.But then came Luoxing.And that had been the final proof I needed to know the truth. I was never going to be James's first choice.That was why I decided to leave. I refused t
JamesThe Bai estate was as grand as ever, standing as a symbol of power, wealth, and the history that bound our families together.Or so I thought.I stepped inside without hesitation. No one stopped me. They never would. For years, I had been welcomed here like a son.I had thought I was.But tonight, the weight of betrayal clung to me like a second skin, suffocating, inescapable and true.As I entered the main hall, I found them all gathered—Mr. Bai, Mrs. Bai, and their daughter, Bai Luoxing.The moment they saw me, Luoxing was the first to react. She stood up, her eyes filled with something between relief and hesitation."James!"I lifted a hand to my head, stopping her in her tracks.She hesitated, then slowly sat back down, casting a quick glance toward her mother.Mrs Bai, ever composed, sat calmly at the head of the table, an air of relaxed control around her. She didn’t look surprised to see me.She probably didn’t know that I knew everything.Mr. Bai, on the other hand, was
JamesA slow, numbing realization crept over me, drowning out everything else.The Bai family hadn’t just manipulated me.They had shaped my entire life."They couldn’t just bring Luoxing back," Dom continued, his voice low. "Not when the whole world was looking for her. Not when they hadn't gotten anything from their attempt. So they kept her hidden, cared for her, made sure no one found her."I barely heard him. My mind was already racing ahead, connecting pieces I had never thought to question before."But the Ferguson family—" My voice caught. "We never stopped searching for her.""And that’s exactly what they wanted."I snapped my gaze to him."Think about it, James." Dom leaned forward, the dim light casting sharp shadows on his face."Your parents. Your grandmother. You. You were all drowning in guilt, haunted by the loss of a little girl you thought you failed to protect. You clung to Madame Bai and saw her as a second mother because she was grieving too. She played her role p
JamesThe air in the car was filled with tension, Zelda's rigid posture and clenched phone screaming her silent fury at me. I deserved it—every bit of her anger, every cold shoulder. But damn if it didn't carve a hollow ache in my chest.Then my phone buzzed, slicing through the suffocating quiet.I answered, and within seconds, the tension in my shoulders eased."We found Dom."The words sent a rush of grim satisfaction through me. Finally. After all the hunting, all the dead ends—we had him.My grip tightened on the phone. "Alive?""Barely. He's talking."Good.I glanced at Zelda, still stubbornly turned away from me, her reflection faint in the window. This changed everything. With Dom's testimony, the Bai family's carefully constructed lies would crumble.But first—"Keep him secure. I'll be there soon."Hanging up, I studied Zelda's profile. She thought this was about the divorce. About me stalling.She had no idea the storm that was coming.And for once, I'd be the one to shield
JamesMadam Bai’s fingers combed through Bai Luoxing’s hair with practised tenderness, her voice saccharine."Don’t cry. Mom knows your heart is too soft—you would have stopped me if you knew."Then she lifted her chin, her blind eyes fixed in my direction with eerie precision."James, I only helped your wife leave because she wanted to. I didn’t want you two to become bitter enemies. You may not understand my intentions, but the truth is, this all started with her desire to run. Luoxing is innocent."Innocent.The word tasted like ash."So sending men to hunt her down—was that also a favour?" My voice was lethally quiet.Madam Bai’s wrinkled face twisted in feigned confusion."Hunt her? James, I only sent people to find her after she disappeared! For her safety! And my nephew—where is Dom? Did you see him?"Zelda stiffened beside me. I could almost hear the furious drum of her heartbeat.I stared at the woman who had once been like a second mother to me.Even now, faced with the trut
JamesMy lashes lowered, hiding the smug satisfaction in my gaze as I buried my face against her again. Good. She didn’t push me away this time.Then— Thump.Something struck the side of my face.I froze.Before I could process it, another hit—this time square on the bridge of my nose. Not painful, but sharp, like a tiny jolt of electricity.My head snapped up, eyes wide."Was that… Littleton?"Zelda’s lips curled, amusement flickering in her gaze before she pressed them flat again."Littleton’s here to teach you some manners," she said dryly.Of course, it was Littleton.Even in the womb, my kid couldn’t stand watching their shameless father grovelling like this and decided to intervene.A stunned laugh caught in my throat.I stared at the slight swell of her belly, then slowly raised my hand, pressing my fingers where I’d been kicked. The impact had been soft, muted by layers of flesh and fluid, but it sent a current straight through my chest.My heart hammered—not from fever, but s
JamesThe pain in my chest was sharp, unrelenting, as I watched her smile—so effortless, so free. As if I meant nothing.If it were up to me, I’d never let her go.Especially not now, with those men hovering around her like vultures, waiting for their chance. But I couldn’t do anything. Not anymore.I didn’t dare to force her, didn’t dare to manipulate things behind her back like I used to. One wrong move, and she’d slip even further from my grasp.And then there was Dom. Until he was dealt with, she wasn’t safe here."Don’t worry," I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. "I’ll fulfil your wish this time. Consider it… compensation for the wedding."That damned wedding. My fault. All of it.Maybe ending this marriage was the only way to truly start over. She looked at me then, her eyes searching mine, and for the first time, she saw it—my resolve. No tricks, no games. This was real.Her lashes fluttered, her grip on my collar loosening as she whispered,"So after we land…
ZeldaOf course I couldn't bear it.I never wanted to compete with Bai Luoxing for anything. She was the one who forced her way into my marriage. Even then, I retreated—step by step, until I'd put an ocean between us.Yet the Bai family still wouldn't let me go. They wanted me dead. How vicious could they be?But Leiy hadn't said much earlier. Even I was only guessing. Did James... already know it was them?My eyes widened in shock. "You knew? Bai Luoxing helped me leave the country, and the Bai family has been hunting me since I landed—"His face darkened at the mention of my escape. "How else do you think I found you?"I pressed my lips together, then let out a cold laugh."Well, color me surprised. I thought even if I accused the Bai family, you'd assume I was just smearing their name out of spite."The pain that flashed across his face was sharp enough to almost make me regret my words. Almost.His chest heaved, and before I could react, his hand shot out, gripping the back of my