In a blink of an eye. Two years have already passed after we left the country and settled in a small town where Hayden’s mother grew up.Hayden had to do his job at home since he doesn’t want to leave us alone. However, there are occasional trips where he had to go back for some important meetings and negotiations. You might think I left on impulse, but no. We didn’t leave immediately that night. I stayed home, and fulfilled my promise not my father to take care of him till the end. Thankfully he passed away without experiencing any pain. One night, while he was sleeping, he didn’t wake up. All that’s left was a letter in his nightstand. It seems he had already prepared everything. It’s as if he knew what was going to happen that night. He was clutching a frame in his chest that showed an image of him and my mom when they were younger. He had on a bright smile, and she was looking at him with so much affection. When I stumbled into his room, I could only silently cry, but the pai
The moment we stepped off the plane and breathed in the fresh air once again, a mixture of emotions surged through me. Nostalgia, fear, and anticipation were all tangled up in my chest, making it hard to focus. The last time I was here, I left behind a life that I thought I could never return to. And now, two years later, I was back—with my son. Blake held tightly onto my hand, his big, curious eyes scanning the bustling airport. "Mama, it's so big!" he gasped, his small fingers gripping me tighter. I smiled down at him, ruffling his soft brown hair. "It is, honey. It's where I grew up." Hayden walked beside us, pushing our luggage cart. "You two okay?" he asked, glancing between me and Blake. I nodded, though my fingers trembled slightly. "Yeah. It just... it feels surreal." I red, my ice fading as I travelled my eyes around. Hayden placed a reassuring hand on my back. "We’ll take it slow. There’s no rush." I smiled at him, nodding. My phone vibrated, and my friends, not to m
The next day, I decided to meet up with my friends. It had been years since I last saw them, and after everything that happened yesterday, I needed to be around people who made me feel safe, just to get over this scary feeling I’m having. Hayden encouraged me to go, offering to watch over Blake for the day, but I insisted on bringing him along. My friends had never met him before, and deep down, I wanted them to see the little piece of my life that had kept me going these past years. We agreed to meet at a cozy café downtown, the one we used to frequent during our university days. As I stepped inside, a wave of nostalgia hit me. The warm scent of coffee, the low hum of conversation, the familiar laughter that once filled my days. It’s funny, really. I’ve only been in college with them for almost two months yet I feel closer to them as if I’ve known them my whole life. It’s not like I didn’t make friends on my school before going to their school, but the kind of friends I made th
The tension in the boardroom was suffocating. The moment Hayden and I stepped inside my father’s company, I could feel the weight of judgment pressing down on me. The disapproving stares, the hushed whispers, and the way uncle sat at the head of the table with an air of self-importance made my blood boil. My father had entrusted me with this company, and yet, here they were, treating me like an incompetent outsider. “Finally, you decided to show up," my uncle, Theodore,, sneered as he leaned back in his chair. His sharp eyes scanned me from head to toe as if I were some impostor daring to enter sacred grounds. "I suppose you've had your fill of playing house and decided to actually take responsibility.” Hayden’s fingers tightened around mine. I had been expecting this. "What are you implying, Uncle?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral, though my insides burned. "What I’m implying, my dear niece, is that you have been absent from the company for two years, yet you waltz back in and
[THIRD PERSON POV] The boardroom was filled with an air of tension so thick it was suffocating. Isabella sat at the head of the long mahogany table, her back straight, her expression unreadable. Hayden sat beside her, his presence a silent show of support. “This is ridiculous,” Gerald scoffed. “We all know she’s unfit to lead. She left the country for two years, abandoned her responsibilities, and now she expects to just waltz back in and take control?” He laughed bitterly. “What kind of company allows such recklessness?” Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room, but before Isabella could respond, Dominic spoke, his voice calm yet laced with an authoritative edge. “I believe the real question is whether she has the capability to lead, not whether she took time away for personal reasons.” Dominic’s sharp gaze met Theordore’s, a silent warning behind his words. “And from what I’ve seen, Isabella has potential to surpass even her father, and mostly you, Theodore.” Hayden nodded.
Dinner at home was always something I always looked forward to, especially now that we were back in the country. Despite the uncertainty that loomed over our return, sitting at the table with Hayden and Blake made me feel happy, even if it is just for a while.Blake, as usual, was the liveliest at the table, swinging his legs back and forth on his booster seat while poking at his food with fascination. “Mama,” he said, looking up at me with those big, inquisitive eyes. “Why does uncle always look at you like that?”I blinked, glancing at Hayden, who raised an amused brow. “And how exactly does he look at me, honey?”Blake pursed his lips and squinted his eyes dramatically. “Like this!” He tilted his head slightly, furrowed his brows, and puffed his cheeks, trying to mimic Hayden’s usual expression when he gazed at me.Hayden let out a soft chuckle, reaching over to ruffle Blake’s hair. “Is that so? And what do you think that look means, buddy?”
The morning started earlier than usual. I walked into my office. Hayden had reassured me that I’d do fine, that I just needed time to adjust, but time wasn’t something I had the luxury of wasting. The company was in a fragile state, and I needed to prove—both to myself and everyone else—that I was more than just my father’s daughter.If I won’t be able to show my worth, then everyone would turn against me. So I have one goal in my mind right now, and that is to gain everybody’s respect. As I settled behind my desk, flipping through documents, my door swung open. I sighed, already anticipating an interruption.“What is it?” I asked, not looking up. “You seem stressed,” a familiar deep voice greeted, laced with amusement.I tilted my head up to see Dominic standing there. He was dressed impeccably as always, a dark suit fitted to perfection, his piercing gaze locked on me as if I were some puzzle he was determined to solve.“What
After weeks of endless meetings, Hayden and I decided it was time to take a break. A real one. And I for one believe that we deserve this!The resort we chose was nestled on a secluded island, surrounded by nothing but the endless blue ocean and swaying palm trees. It was a place meant for relaxation, far away from the bustling city and its unrelenting chaos. And for the first time in a while, I could finally breathe.Sigh. This is the life.Blake, of course, was beyond excited. He practically bounced in his seat on the flight over, barely able to contain his excitement. And to make the trip even better, we had invited Aiden and Asher to join us. The moment we arrived, we were greeted with refreshing drinks and a warm island breeze. The resort was breathtaking—white sandy beaches stretched endlessly, crystal-clear waters lapped gently at the shore, and the villas were perched perfectly to give us a full view of the horizon. It was exactly what we
It was quiet, almost too quiet, when I finally found the courage to ask.I looked at Hayden, his face slightly turned away, as if avoiding what he knew was coming. My heart felt like it had been wrung out, twisted and bruised from the weight of everything I had learned, everything I had seen, and most of all, everything he had failed to say."Why did you lie to me?" I asked, voice barely above a whisper.Hayden didn’t answer. Not immediately. His jaw tensed. His hands fidgeted at his sides. But his eyes, his eyes couldn’t meet mine.The silence between us wasn’t just silence. It was loud and deafening. It pierced through the walls I had tried to build for myself."Can you really not tell me?" I asked again, softer this time.He turned his head slowly, eyes finally meeting mine. There was pain in them. Pain and conflict. He hesitated, then shook his head.My heart sank, but I nodded. I tried to understand. He must have his reason for not telling me.I stepped forward and cupped his fac
I got home late that night. Way too late.The driveway was empty and quiet, and the porch light was the only thing still on. I stood outside for a moment, staring at the house. It looked the same as always, but I wasn’t. Not after what I saw, not after what I heard.I don’t want to be affected by what’s happening, but I am…and I don’t know how to stop this feeling coursing through my heart. Sigh.I opened the door quietly and stepped inside. The living room was dark, the silence stretching far too deep. I didn’t even bother turning on the lights. My legs moved on their own, carrying me upstairs. I just wanted to see Blake to calm myself down. I pushed open his door slowly trying not make any noise as possible. He was curled up beneath his blankets, his tiny fists tucked under his cheek as his chest rose and fell slowly. I let out a quiet sigh, one that seemed to drag all the weight from my shoulders. I watched him for a few more seconds, just making sure. Then I gently closed the
We roamed the halls like shadows.For a building so guarded on the outside, the inside felt... ordinary. Almost too ordinary. White walls. Polished floors. A faint scent of paper and air freshener. It looked like any high-end office complex you’d find downtown—quiet, professional, boring even. No alarms. No red sirens. No looming sense of dread.Except, maybe, the one hammering in my chest.We moved carefully, glancing around every corner before slipping into rooms. Most of them were unlocked. I half-expected to find people inside, or something, anything, that screamed you shouldn’t be here. But all I saw were shelves stacked with binders, boxes labeled with codes, and desks that were probably neatly cleaned.“This is anticlimactic,” Dominic muttered as he flipped through a folder marked F04-Secondary Entry Logs.“Keep your voice down,” I hissed, scanning another stack of documents that meant nothing to me. Numbers. Charts. Reports that could’ve belonged to any logistics firm in the c
Dominic.He was standing outside my car, eyebrows raised, arms crossed with that maddening smirk.I had no choice but to slowly roll down the window."Fancy seeing you here," he said, peering inside like some nosy neighbor. "What are you doing in a place like this, Bella?""That’s none of your business," I snapped, sitting up straighter, trying not to look guilty.He laughed—really laughed, like it was actually funny. I stared. It was strange. His face looked lighter. Less grumpy, less tired. He didn’t have that usual broody air around him. Instead, there was something... approachable? Tsk, I must be going crazy, this man, approachable? "Oh come on, don't give me that look," he said with a grin. "You look like a squirrel caught stealing almonds."I groaned and got out of the car, shutting the door a little harder than necessary. "Why are you here? Are you following me?""Please," he scoffed. "Not everything is about you, Bella. I just happened to be in the neighborhood. Saw your car
I woke up with a plan.This wasn’t something I was proud of. It felt like a betrayal in itself—snooping around, following someone you care about. But what choice did I have? The way Hayden had been acting lately left me no room for comfort. Something had shifted in him, and while I tried to ignore it, the unease inside me only grew stronger with every passing day.So, I took a day off. Told him I needed rest. He didn’t question it.Blake came down the stairs, rubbing his eyes, his uniform a little crumpled. I smiled and helped fix his collar before kissing his forehead. "Be good at school, alright?""Yes, Mama," he replied sleepily, climbing into the backseat of the car.I stood at the doorway and waved until the driver pulled away.Hayden stood in the living room, sipping coffee, dressed casually but neatly. "I’ll be heading out too," I told him, grabbing my purse and keys. "Need to check on a few errands."He gave a nod. "Alright. Be careful, okay?""I will. You too," I added, step
The days that followed left a tight knot in my chest.Hayden was different.Not in the obvious, physical ways—not the kind of different that could be explained away by memory loss or his change in routine. It was something subtle, something deeper. A silence that stretched too long. A gaze that flickered away when mine searched his. A tone that felt rehearsed rather than real. And I noticed every bit of it.Lately, he wouldn’t meet my eyes, as if afraid that I might see something there—something he didn’t want me to know. Every time we talked, there was something careful in the way he replied. Like each word had been weighed and filtered. The easy conversations we used to have were gone, and it was slowly driving me insane.Blake didn’t say much either. I couldn’t tell if he noticed since kids are always keen with changes, or if Hayden had told him to keep quiet. The atmosphere at home shifted. Everything looked the same, but it felt completely different. Colder.One particular aftern
The door slammed open with a loud bang as I rushed inside, heart pounding and panic boiling under my skin. I barely noticed I had kicked my heels off somewhere by the door. My bag hit the couch as I sprinted toward the living room, my breath caught in my chest.Because of the adrenaline I didn’t even notice how strange it was that the house was calm and quiet. Shouldn’t it be at least…well…chaotic?The moment I arrived at the living room, confusion immediately made it’s way to my face. Hayden was sitting on the couch, gently patting Blake's head. Blake was curled against his side, his small shoulders trembling despite the soft hush Hayden whispered above him. The sight froze me in place.Blake’s eyes were swollen, his cheeks full of dry tears. He looked like he’d cried himself raw."Hayden," I breathed out, my voice hoarse. "What happened?"He looked up slowly.And smiled.It wasn’t a warm smile, not the kind that softened his face and lit his eyes like before. No. This one sent a ch
I stood near the door, adjusting the strap of my bag as I glanced toward the couch where Hayden sat, still a little sleepy-eyed but clearly alert. Blake stood a few feet away, clutching the edge of the coffee table as he stared up at him with that spark of excitement only children could carry.I bet he’s excited because it’s been some time since they two played together. And since it’s holiday, I scheduled this day specifically for them to enjoy it together, "You should stay home today," I said gently, giving Hayden a soft smile. "I'll be at work and be back by evening."Hayden blinked at me, his brows rising slightly in surprise. "You're leaving me alone with him?" he asked, his voice teetering between amused and horrified as he gestured toward Blake.Blake beamed up at him. "Please, Uncle Hayden? We can play all day!"The look on Hayden's face was priceless. His eyes shifted back and forth between me and Blake like he was watching a tennis match. I stifled a laugh, watching the pan
Hayden sat up slowly on the hospital bed, poking at the food on the tray with his spoon. His brows were drawn together, like he was forcing himself to eat.I sat nearby, eyes fixed on him.I couldn't help it. I just kept staring at him. Every small move he made, the way he picked up the spoon, how he avoided looking at me—I noticed it all. There was something comforting about just watching him, like if I looked away, I might miss something important. But I also knew I was making him uncomfortable.He soon shifted in his seat. His spoon wobbled slightly, and he paused mid-bite. His ears were turning red, and I saw him sneak a glance my way. I pretended not to notice, but I knew he caught me staring again.He coughed and finally turned to face me. "Is there something on my face?"I blinked, caught off guard. "What? No! Nothing at all."He stared for a second longer, then went back to poking at the food. The silence between us felt heavier now. I noticed he’d barely touched the meal."Is