We sat in the bustling hospital lobby, and my head was swirling with different thoughts against the murmur of conversations around me. I was engulfed in a mix of emotions, and I could not stop thinking of the day my parents died. I had been sitting in the hospital like this, waiting, apprehensive, anxious, and praying that they came out alive. The memories were just there, at the back of my head, and they brought tears to my eyes.I was thankful then that Cameron had insisted on coming here with me. It had surprised me at first, but I guess he was an adult and he could do whatever he liked. And I was happy he came. Whether he knew it or not, he was a pillar of support for me, and that should mean something. I cradled Zoe in my arms while Cameron gently rocked Leo while still trying to keep an eye on me. Perhaps she was too afraid that I would break down, as I had done in that restaurant. I had ruined our perfect dinner and still went ahead to break his heart all in one night, still
The more days I spent here, the more I was reminded of the life I had lived here. I was reminded of my parents before their deaths, the events that led to their deaths, and my marriage to André. Everything kept coming back to me. Mrs. Sanders had been able to recover our family house, which Andre had sold—I had no idea how—but I was thankful to her. It was here that Cameron and I crashed. And I assumed that this was one of the things that made those memories of the past keep coming back to me. I had made a lot of memories in this house. Each room held a piece of me. Although Andre had sold the house, it was yet to be used by the new owners. Everything was still how we left it, except for the photos and most of our personal belongings, which I had removed from the house following my marriage to André. I thought of Cameron. He had provided me and the children with great support since our arrival here, and I noticed that he tried really hard not to bring up his feelings; instead, he w
“I really don't know what to do.” I told her. “I don't want to make the same mistake I made five years ago. See where it led me? I have nothing now; if not for your mother, I don’t even know where I’d be.” Sally gathered me into her arms and held me there. “I would not tell you what to do, of course.” She said it softly. “You are your own woman. But I’d ask that you open your eyes and try to see things clearly, so you don’t miss out on life again.” “Uhhhh… What’s going on?” We both turned as we heard Cameron’s voice. He was carrying the two children in his arms and stood unsure at the foot of the stairs. I wiped my eyes immediately and went to get one of the children from him. “Here, let me.” I said that and balanced the baby on my waist. “Sally. Lana? I come down to see what’s kept you so long, and... Sally, is your mother alright?” Sally smiled. “Definitely not dead yet. Uhh… Lana was just giving me emotional support.” Cameron nodded his head, but the look on his face said h
“Everything is so hard.” I said as I wiped the last of the tears away. Now that I was no longer crying, I was all too aware of the proximity of our bodies. Cameron’s face was too close to mine, so close that if I moved just a little, our mouths would meet. “And you have gotten through the hardest.” He answered with staid calmness. His breath tickled my nose, and my breath hitched. “Cameron.” I moaned, staring into his boundless grey eyes. I could not tell what I was feeling exactly at the moment, but I knew I wanted to kiss him badly, and as if reading my thoughts, Cameron’s lips slowly descended to meet mine. The touch of his lips on mine sent a shock wave through my entire body, and my hand came up to his hard chest. The kiss started slow, then became urgent and exploratory, and in them I felt his hunger and desire. I tore my mouth away from his, as though suddenly realising that we should not be doing this. But my mouth already felt like burning fire, and my body yearned for mo
Sally left immediately after. She had to check on her mother in the hospital and do some other things, and all I could do was think about everything she had told me. If what she said really happened, then my status was finally changed.What would happen to Cameron and me then? How would Cameron and I cope with working in different cities? Why was I even thinking of Cameron? He and I were nothing; we shared nothing. But why then did I give a thought to what would happen to us?I glanced at my children. All this was for them, not a man. In the end, Cameron might not even be a part of our lives. What mattered was I and my children, and even if Andre came back or learned that he was their father, I would be able to fight him. I will not need him and his money because I will be capable of providing for myself and my children.I would be able to give my children the life they deserve. And now I will have to work twice as hard. It was not the same as having my father’s company, but at least
The image of his lips on mine suddenly came to mind, and I swear that I could have had a heart attack. I almost jumped to my feet, but I knew I needed to act cool and pretend I was unaffected by him. But that was quite impossible to do when my heart was thudding in my chest with this much ferocity and the tingling sensation that was now buried in the pit of my stomach.“Yes.” I replied, hoping my feelings were not present in my voice or tone. “She wanted to know how the children were doing.”He nodded, pushed himself off the door where he had been leaning, and began coming towards me. I sighed. I would have preferred he kept his distance. I could not trust my body not to want him too much. The couch I was sitting on was big enough to hold two of us, and he settled on the space beside me. Did he also notice, or was it just me? Did his body ache as much as mine did? Was I as disturbing to him as he was to me in every way? If I just stood up and put enough distance between us, then I wo
Cameron tapped me awake. My vision was blurry, but I could see that he was carrying one of the twins, and another was crying their heads off. He tapped me again, brushed his lip on my head, and said something, but I could not catch it. When I finally woke up completely, all the noise and sounds rushed to meet me, tumbling me back to the bed, which I tried to get up from. How did I even get to the bed? I remember falling asleep in the living room.I looked up at Cameron and saw him hurrying about the room with one of the twins in his arm and, at the same time, trying to placate the other one, which he was not carrying. My mouth curled into a smile at the sight, and I staggered to my feet. “Let me help you.” I said and whisked from his cot. “They’re hungry, and I slept for too long. Why did you not wake me up earlier?” Cameron shrugged. “I thought I could take care of things on my own, and you were sleeping so well, I didn’t want to disturb you.” He fitted Zoe on his shoulders. “How
“We’re sorry to inform you that Mrs. Sanders did not make it. She died this morning in her sleep.” Sally collapsed into a chair, and I sank in with her, holding her firmly. I drew her to myself and patted her back as my own tears ran freely down my face. I don’t know who was comforting who now. My knees were too weak, and I was sure if I stood up, I’d fall. The whole emotion rushed to me like a river, and it was like I was pulled back into the past. Back to the night my parents died. The only difference was that they had died painfully. I was so unprepared, and I had been left stunned by the whole thing. “Just remember to breathe.” I took a deep breath as Cameron’s voice echoed in my head. “Breath, Lana, breath.” I had to take charge. I had to be here for Sally before anything else. Be her support, because this was the hardest of times. I pulled her up and led her to the room where Mrs. Sanders body would be kept before they moved her to the mortuary. Cameron remained in the lob
Andre’s POV Two Years LaterMy mother was upset that I had gone behind her back to sabotage her. To sell her company to that little brat—that is what she refers to Lana as now—who knew nothing about business, but I did not have to tell her that it was either that or see her remanded in prison. To watch everything I had and everyone I loved taken away from me. I did not need to tell her that we were lucky we had a choice. The poor girl had no choice back then and had to take life as it was handed to her. My mother would live—abort sourly—but at least she would still live. We could build back the company even if it took a long time. Thankfully, all she had back then was a minor heart attack. As for the little brat, Lana, she and Cameron got married two years ago and have spent the last two years of their marriage touring the world.I was envious of the love they found. The comfort they gave each other, the strength in their numbers, but as time went on, I too was beginning to live wi
Lana’s POV The house was still the same way I remembered it. The chairs, the arm stool, and the and the settees All of the arrangements were still the same, and it struck a chord of familiarity within me. I settled into the plush armchair and watched Andre move towards the bar, his demeanour calm and composed. It was hard to reconcile this composed man with the man I had known years ago. Andre returned with a glass of red wine, just the way I liked it. He handed it to me, then sat across from me. “Have you come to a conclusion regarding what we discussed?” I crossed my legs, one above the other, and stared blankly at him. “Regarding what exactly? The only thing I remember that we have yet to talk about are the kids and how we’ll split their days between us. Other than that, I don't think we have any unfinished business. Except you are talking about signing the documents, which would see me as the new CEO of Ranhold.” Andre heaved a long sigh and rubbed his temples. Was he beginnin
Lana’s POV We spent the next week gathering evidence against Freda and meeting with potential witnesses who could testify against her if we were to take her to court, but it seemed as though that would not be needed. It was some time towards the end of the week when what was going to be our break happened. It came in the form of André getting a recognition award. I had no idea what his relationship with Freda had been like following everything that had happened lately, so I cannot talk about that. But upon receiving the award, Freda was so happy with her son that she decided to allow him to make certain decisions that regarded the leadership of Ranhold. In the past, André had been nothing but a figurehead. Although he sat in the CEO position, his mother, Freda, usually handled all the decision-making, and everyone knew this. He was useless, and if it was important that his signature be appended to a document, he had to get permission from Freda first before doing it. But now, all
Lana’s POV Back at my apartment, we laid out all the new information we had gathered. It felt like we were finally making progress, and the weight of uncertainty was beginning to lift. But then a call entered my phone, which was going to either bring everything crashing down on us again or continue pushing us forward.We had laid everything on the table in front of us, and we were about to start sitting through them when the ringtone of my phone shattered through the peace, quiet, and anxiety that had settled over us. Sighing and thinking it was from one of my colleagues at Lukem, I pulled the phone from my pocket and paused when I saw the caller ID displaying on my screen.“Hmmm... Andre.” I said it out loud, alerting the other guys to who the caller was. Without waiting for their response, I swiped on the screen and placed the phone in my ear. “Hey, Andre.” I greeted. “What’s going on?”“I found something.” He announced. From over the phone, I could not make out the time of his vo
Lana’s POV Fred smiled warmly, taking a seat beside Clara. “It’s been a long time, Aunt Clara. We have so much to catch up on, but there’s something important we need to ask you about first.”Clara looked at him. “Of course, anything. What do you need to know?”Fred glanced at me, and I handed Clara the letter. “We found this among my father’s papers. It mentions a promise to protect you. We need to understand what happened.”Clara took the letter and began reading it. As she read through it, I noticed the change in her expression. She took a deep breath and glanced up at us. “This... this brings back memories I thought I’d buried. Your mother and Mr. West were the best friends I ever had. But there was more to it, and it brought trouble or would have brought trouble had Mr. West not decided to act in what he believed to be the best interest of everyone, including your mother. Fred’s face lightened up, as did mine. “What do you mean?”Clara sighed. “Secrets.” She whispered. “Anne an
Lana’s POVFred shrugged. “She hinted at societal expectations and family obligations,” he replied. “But she didn’t give specifics. I think she knows a lot more than she’s letting on.”I nodded slowly. “My father never mentioned anything about your mother or you and Kathy. And I started going through his papers; maybe I would find something.”Fred’s expression softened. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way, but it is not to be helped. I cannot say I know how you feel or what you are feeling right now. Finding out that a person you think you know has another side, which you have no idea of, can really do something to you.”I reached out and touched Fred’s hand briefly. “We’ll figure it out together. I have some of my father’s old letters and documents that might help us piece things together. Maybe we can confront Freda again with more concrete questions? What do you think? Right now, she’s the only person who can give us answers, and we are not even on good terms.”We returned to m
Narrator’s POV Freda’s smile faltered for the briefest of moments, a shadow crossing her eyes before she quickly regained her composure. She leaned back in her chair, interlacing her fingers and resting them on her desk.“That’s quite a heavy topic, Fred,” she said, her tone now more serious. “Why are you suddenly interested in this?”Fred shrugged. “Perhaps after Kathy’s death, I realised something. I just want to know why he abandoned my mother, why he chose his other family above us, and why he caused us so much pain and loss. I want to understand all of these things; perhaps it would help me forgive, let go, and move on.”A shadow of a smile crossed Freda’s face. “Ahhhh... I guess it runs in the family then.” Fred narrowed his eyes, wondering what she meant by that statement. “I don’t understand. What runs in the family?”Freda stood to her feet and approached the floor-to-ceiling window, which offered a great view of the city. From here, he could view the city’s skyline and wat
Narrator’s POV Freda’s office was located on the uppermost floor of the skyscraper that acted as Ranhold’s headquarters, a detail that made Fred pause as he stepped out of the taxi five minutes ago. He blinked against the rays of sunlight reflecting off the monolithic structure of steel and glass, momentarily blinded. The reflective surface mirrored the city below, creating an illusion of infinite depth.The other buildings around it were similar in their grandeur, each with its own unique design. For the umpteenth time since his arrival in the city, Fred was reminded of how little he had traveled. There were places outside of his known world yet to be explored, and this city of steel and glass was one of them. He had spent—wasted—five minutes entranced by the sleek, modern design, temporarily forgetting his purpose for being there.Pulling himself back to reality, he straightened his suit and approached the entrance. The revolving glass doors spun smoothly, ushering him into a grand
Lana’s POVI took tentative steps towards the bouquet. Whether unconsciously or by some reflex response in our system, we all had taken steps away from the bouquet. For some reason, we felt threatened by it. This was not the first time we would receive threats disguised as gifts, and I guess that has taught us a lesson. Slowly, I pulled out the card in the bouquet and glanced at Cameron and Sally, who both gave me curt nods. I opened it and began reading it aloud. “Congratulations on Zoe’s recovery. Best wishes for the future. – Freda.”The room fell silent as the implications of the message sank in. Sally was the first to break the silence. “Freda has acted once again. First of all, it was an almost dead bird on my door, and now congratulatory bouquet?”My grip on the card tightened. “Is this supposed to mean something?”Cameron stepped closer, resting his hand on the small of my back. “Hey, we’ll keep our guard up. She’s only trying to play mind games, but we won’t give her the sat