Serena dragged herself through the front door, her body heavy with exhaustion and her mind clouded with thoughts she couldn’t shake off. She looked like a shadow of herself—her once confident stride replaced by slow, unsteady steps. She tossed her purse carelessly onto the small table near the entrance and leaned against the door for a moment, closing her eyes.The house was eerily quiet, but Amy’s soft giggles from the other room reminded her of her responsibilities. She straightened up, forcing herself to move.In the kitchen, she robotically prepared a simple meal—mac and cheese, Amy’s favorite. She could barely taste the food as she fed Amy, her mind distant, replaying the cruel words from online comments:“She’s a fraud.”“A gold digger.”“How could she lie about a child’s paternity?”Her heart clenched with every thought, but she kept a smile plastered on her face for Amy’s sake. After dinner, she tucked Amy into bed, kissing her forehead gently.“Goodnight, sweetheart,”
After Steve left, Serena stood by the door for a while, staring at the empty space. His words lingered in her mind—“You’re not alone.” But it didn’t feel that way.She shook her head, pushing the thought aside. She had things to do. She couldn’t let the scandal control her life.“Amy,” Serena called softly, walking towards her daughter’s room.Amy was playing with her stuffed bunny, her small face lighting up when she saw her mother. “Mommy!”Serena forced a smile. “Come on, sweetheart. We’re going out.”Amy’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Where are we going?”“To Mommy’s office.”Amy jumped up eagerly. “Yay! I get to see Aunt Emma!”Serena chuckled softly, the sound feeling strange on her lips. It had been a while since she laughed without forcing it.After getting both of them ready, Serena grabbed her car keys and headed out. She dressed in a sleek black dress, paired with simple heels, her hair pulled into a neat bun. She had dark circles under her eyes, but makeup helped cov
The next hour felt like a nightmare Serena couldn’t wake up from. Videos of Mrs. Winters humiliating her at Rocky’s Design were all over the internet. Every social media platform was flooded with clips, comments, and threads. The headlines were ruthless:“Mrs. Winters Publicly Shames Homewrecker Serena Winthrop!”“Serena Winthrop Gets What She Deserves—Caught and Exposed!”The comment sections were worse:•“Mrs. Winters is a queen! She said everything we were thinking!”•“Serena is nothing but a gold digger. She deserved every bit of that humiliation.”•“Finally! Someone put that slut in her place.”The words cut deeper than any knife.But across town, in a luxury shopping mall, Kate was having the time of her life.She strutted through the high-end boutiques with Rolly by her side, her designer handbag swinging from her wrist. She wore a tight red dress that hugged her figure, her heels clicking confidently against the marble floors.“I need a new wardrobe,” Kate announced
Ryan drove through the city streets that evening, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The neon lights flashed against the windshield, blurring with the growing ache in his head. His jaw clenched as the video replayed in his mind—his mother standing in Serena’s company, publicly humiliating her in front of everyone. The look on Serena’s face, the humiliation, the shame—it should’ve made him angry.But it didn’t.If it were the old him—the Ryan who believed every word Serena said—he would’ve stormed into his mother’s house, demanding answers, defending Serena. But not anymore.Not after the lies.Not after she kept Amy away for years.Not after she looked him in the eyes and claimed he was Amy’s father when he wasn’t.A bitter laugh escaped his lips. One part of him was glad his mother had done it. Serena deserved it. Didn’t she?The ache in his chest disagreed.Ryan pulled into the parking lot of a dimly lit nightclub in town. The sign flickered in red
Kate paced around her small apartment, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. The morning light barely seeped through the blinds, casting long shadows on the walls. Her face was flushed with frustration, her jaw clenched tight. She’d spent the entire night at Ryan’s house, waiting like a fool. She sat on his couch, checking the time over and over, hoping he’d walk through the door. But he never came.Now, back in her apartment, her mind was racing with dark thoughts.Where the hell did he go?Her chest tightened with suspicion. Maybe he was with Serena. Again. Even after everything—the lies, the news that Amy wasn’t his daughter, all of it—what if he still wanted her?Kate’s hands curled into fists at the thought.“No. I won’t let that happen. Not again.”She snatched her car keys off the counter, her mind already racing with a plan.“This time,” she muttered under her breath, “I’ll make sure Ryan hates her for good.”She grabbed her phone and quickly typed out a message to Rya
Ryan stood by the hospital window, his phone gripped tightly in his trembling hand. The sky outside was dull, the clouds gray and heavy, mirroring the weight pressing down on his chest. His fingers hesitated over the screen before he finally tapped his mother’s number. The phone rang only twice before Mrs. Winters picked it up.“Ryan?” Her sharp voice echoed through the speaker.Ryan swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Mom… something happened.”Mrs. Winters’ tone shifted immediately. “What is it? What’s wrong? Hope you’re okay?”“ I’m fine mom. But It’s Kate. She isn’t okay…,” Ryan muttered, his voice low, guilt dripping from every word. “She… she lost the baby.”Silence. For a moment, there was only the faint sound of static. Then came the explosion.“What?!” Mrs. Winters’ voice roared through the phone, making Ryan wince. “How could this happen? What did you do, Ryan?!”“What did you do to Kate that led to her losing my grandchild? What the hell did you do?” She demanded, her voic
Ryan stood outside the hospital room, clutching a bouquet of fresh roses and a small bag filled with gifts. His heart pounded heavily against his chest, each beat a reminder of his guilt. I’ve hurt her so much. I can’t undo what’s happened, but I have to make things right, he thought, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.Inside, Mrs. Winters sat beside Kate’s hospital bed, her face stern and cold. Kate was lounging against her pillows, munching on slices of apples from the fruit basket Rolly had brought earlier. The moment Ryan walked in, both women looked up.Mrs. Winters scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes.“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” she muttered bitterly, crossing her arms.Ryan ignored her sharp tone and walked straight to Kate, placing the bouquet gently on her lap.“These are for you,” he said softly, his voice filled with regret.Kate’s eyes flickered with curiosity. “What’s he up to now?” she thought but kept her face neutral. She accepted t
Emma sat up in bed, staring at her phone in disbelief. Serena’s voice still echoed in her head—“I’m being arrested. Please come to my apartment. Take Amy and stay with her until I sort this out. Also call the contact I’m sending to you.”She threw her blanket aside and jumped out of bed, her heart racing.“This can’t be happening,” she muttered, pulling open her wardrobe and grabbing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Her hands trembled as she struggled to get dressed, her mind spinning with worry for both Serena and little Amy.Before heading out to her living room, Emma grabbed her phone again and dialed Ethan’s number. He answered on the second ring, his voice groggy with sleep.“Hey, babe… what’s wrong? It’s late. Aren’t you sleeping yet? Do you want me to tuck you to bed?” He asked, his voice playful.“Ethan,” Emma blurted out, her voice shaky, “I need your help. My boss, Serena, has been arrested.”“What?” Ethan shot up from his bed, now fully awake. “Arrested? For what?”“I d
The evening air was cool, but Ryan’s blood was boiling with frustration. The image of Steve Jacob flashed in his mind, but what made his chest tighten was the little girl he saw in those features—Amy. Her resemblance to Steve was undeniable, and it gnawed at him, making his head spin.Slumping back in his office chair, Ryan let out a rough sigh. His tie hung loosely around his neck, and his suit jacket was tossed aside. He needed to clear his head. Finishing the last of his work, he reached for his phone.“Mr. Ryan,” Jefferson, his assistant, peeked in through the half-opened door. “Anything else you need before I leave?”Ryan shook his head, his voice curt. “No, Jefferson. Go home. I’m done here.”Jefferson nodded and left, leaving Ryan alone with his restless thoughts. Without hesitation, Ryan scrolled to his contacts and dialed. The line barely rang twice before a familiar voice answered.“Yo, Ryan!” Ethan’s voice was warm and lively. “Knew you’d call. I’ve been seeing the mes
The grand, luxurious interior of Ryan’s mansion stood in perfect silence—a sharp contrast to the chaos brewing outside. Kate lounged on the plush cream-colored couch in the living room, her bare feet tucked beneath her, a half-eaten tub of ice cream balancing on her lap. She had been indulging herself freely since Ryan left for the office earlier that morning. With no one watching, there was no need to keep up her usual act—no sweet smiles, no fake tears, no calculated pouts. Just her, the food, and the empty house.“Finally,” she muttered, scooping another bite of the cold, creamy dessert into her mouth. “Some peace and quiet.”She had wandered through every corner of the house, opening cupboards, sampling expensive wines from the cellar, and even trying on some of Ryan’s clothes—just because she could. This was her space now, or at least it would be soon enough once she becomes Ryan’s wife.Bored, Kate tossed the empty ice cream tub onto the coffee table and grabbed her phone.
That afternoon, the large conference hall buzzed with anticipation, a low hum of murmurs filled the air as journalists adjusted their microphones and tested their cameras. Bright flashes from photographers sparked across the room, casting quick bursts of light on the polished podium set for the day’s speaker.Rows of reporters, some from the most prestigious media houses and others from hungry online tabloids, filled every available seat. Notepads flipped open, and fingers hovered over recording devices. The air felt charged—thick with curiosity.The subject of their speculation was a man few had seen in public. Steve Jacob. The reclusive tycoon who rarely appeared in the spotlight had summoned them. The internet was already flooded with theories—some claimed it was a business announcement, others speculated a scandal. After all, Steve Jacob was a name synonymous with power and mystery.The side doors opened. Conversations halted as heads turned. A tall, striking figure entere
The morning sunlight streamed softly through the curtains as Kate lay comfortably on Ryan’s bed, her body half-covered by the blanket. She held her phone tightly against her ear, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she whispered into the receiver.Rolly’s excited voice buzzed through the line.“Kate, you won’t believe it! Mrs. Winters really went all out. She got Serena arrested last night!”Kate’s eyes sparkled with delight, and a wide smirk curled on her lips. She sat up slightly, her back against the soft pillows. “What?!” She gasped in fake surprise, though her voice couldn’t mask the thrill she felt. “Are you serious?”“Totally!” Rolly replied with excitement. “It’s already all over the internet! Serena Winthrop was arrested for causing your miscarriage. The headlines are crazy!”Kate let out a soft, breathy laugh and covered her mouth. “Oh, Rolly, this is perfect. Just perfect! She deserves every bit of it. Now the world will finally see her for what she truly is—a home-
Emma sat up in bed, staring at her phone in disbelief. Serena’s voice still echoed in her head—“I’m being arrested. Please come to my apartment. Take Amy and stay with her until I sort this out. Also call the contact I’m sending to you.”She threw her blanket aside and jumped out of bed, her heart racing.“This can’t be happening,” she muttered, pulling open her wardrobe and grabbing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. Her hands trembled as she struggled to get dressed, her mind spinning with worry for both Serena and little Amy.Before heading out to her living room, Emma grabbed her phone again and dialed Ethan’s number. He answered on the second ring, his voice groggy with sleep.“Hey, babe… what’s wrong? It’s late. Aren’t you sleeping yet? Do you want me to tuck you to bed?” He asked, his voice playful.“Ethan,” Emma blurted out, her voice shaky, “I need your help. My boss, Serena, has been arrested.”“What?” Ethan shot up from his bed, now fully awake. “Arrested? For what?”“I d
Ryan stood outside the hospital room, clutching a bouquet of fresh roses and a small bag filled with gifts. His heart pounded heavily against his chest, each beat a reminder of his guilt. I’ve hurt her so much. I can’t undo what’s happened, but I have to make things right, he thought, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.Inside, Mrs. Winters sat beside Kate’s hospital bed, her face stern and cold. Kate was lounging against her pillows, munching on slices of apples from the fruit basket Rolly had brought earlier. The moment Ryan walked in, both women looked up.Mrs. Winters scoffed loudly, rolling her eyes.“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” she muttered bitterly, crossing her arms.Ryan ignored her sharp tone and walked straight to Kate, placing the bouquet gently on her lap.“These are for you,” he said softly, his voice filled with regret.Kate’s eyes flickered with curiosity. “What’s he up to now?” she thought but kept her face neutral. She accepted t
Ryan stood by the hospital window, his phone gripped tightly in his trembling hand. The sky outside was dull, the clouds gray and heavy, mirroring the weight pressing down on his chest. His fingers hesitated over the screen before he finally tapped his mother’s number. The phone rang only twice before Mrs. Winters picked it up.“Ryan?” Her sharp voice echoed through the speaker.Ryan swallowed hard, his throat dry. “Mom… something happened.”Mrs. Winters’ tone shifted immediately. “What is it? What’s wrong? Hope you’re okay?”“ I’m fine mom. But It’s Kate. She isn’t okay…,” Ryan muttered, his voice low, guilt dripping from every word. “She… she lost the baby.”Silence. For a moment, there was only the faint sound of static. Then came the explosion.“What?!” Mrs. Winters’ voice roared through the phone, making Ryan wince. “How could this happen? What did you do, Ryan?!”“What did you do to Kate that led to her losing my grandchild? What the hell did you do?” She demanded, her voic
Kate paced around her small apartment, her footsteps echoing in the quiet space. The morning light barely seeped through the blinds, casting long shadows on the walls. Her face was flushed with frustration, her jaw clenched tight. She’d spent the entire night at Ryan’s house, waiting like a fool. She sat on his couch, checking the time over and over, hoping he’d walk through the door. But he never came.Now, back in her apartment, her mind was racing with dark thoughts.Where the hell did he go?Her chest tightened with suspicion. Maybe he was with Serena. Again. Even after everything—the lies, the news that Amy wasn’t his daughter, all of it—what if he still wanted her?Kate’s hands curled into fists at the thought.“No. I won’t let that happen. Not again.”She snatched her car keys off the counter, her mind already racing with a plan.“This time,” she muttered under her breath, “I’ll make sure Ryan hates her for good.”She grabbed her phone and quickly typed out a message to Rya
Ryan drove through the city streets that evening, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. The neon lights flashed against the windshield, blurring with the growing ache in his head. His jaw clenched as the video replayed in his mind—his mother standing in Serena’s company, publicly humiliating her in front of everyone. The look on Serena’s face, the humiliation, the shame—it should’ve made him angry.But it didn’t.If it were the old him—the Ryan who believed every word Serena said—he would’ve stormed into his mother’s house, demanding answers, defending Serena. But not anymore.Not after the lies.Not after she kept Amy away for years.Not after she looked him in the eyes and claimed he was Amy’s father when he wasn’t.A bitter laugh escaped his lips. One part of him was glad his mother had done it. Serena deserved it. Didn’t she?The ache in his chest disagreed.Ryan pulled into the parking lot of a dimly lit nightclub in town. The sign flickered in red