Exhausted and numb after walking all afternoon to clear her head after the board meeting, Louisa opens the front door of her apartment and enters. Except for the gentle hum of the refrigerator, the home is still. Liam and Bem must be fast asleep.Her feet hurt just as much as her head, so she lets her purse fall on the console table and takes her toes off her heels. She lets out a sigh, longing for her bed's coziness. But she hears a faint sound coming from the kitchen just as she heads towards her bedroom. Her forehead wrinkles. Isn't Liam asleep by that time of the night? She peeks in and stops in shock as she creeps toward the light leaking out of the kitchen doorway. Liam's spoon clatters across a dish of pasta as he laughs wildly while seated at the table. Kingsley is sitting across from him, listening with a pleasant smile on his face and his shirt sleeves pushed up. Evidence of their culinary escapade is strewn across the counter, including a half-empty bottle of soda,
With the gentle golden light of dawn streaming in through her window, Evelyn wakes up. Her hand automatically reaches for her phone as she stretches idly. Her heart skips a beat as her eyes adapt to the glow of the screen. There it is—John's message. With a gentle smile on her face, she opens it. "Good morning, Eve. I woke up thinking about how your laugh brightens my entire world. Even the imperfect moments we spend together are ones for which I am thankful. I hope you have the most lovely day, my dear. Nothing less is fair to you.” She reads the lines again, relishing each word and her cheeks flushed. It is more than simply the message; it is John's ability to speak straight to her emotions and remind her of the reasons she had initially fallen in love with him. She moves her finger across the screen as though she can touch the earnestness of his remarks. The magic is broken as her phone suddenly vibrates. Seeing the caller ID, she smiles widely, "Good morning," she says,
Fred's brows furrow deeply and his jaw tightens as he stands and takes in the view in front of him.Kingsley, in Louisa's bedroom early in the morning, sitting comfortably like the owner of the building, is something he had not imagined.His gaze shifts from Louisa to Kingsley, who sits motionless, obviously not in a hurry to get up and go. Louisa nervously says, "Fred," feigning a feeble smile. "I wasn’t expecting you this early." "Clearly," Fred answers in a harsh tone as he narrows his eyes at Kingsley. "I didn’t realize you had…a guest over." Unfazed by the animosity emanating from Fred, Kingsley grins. He rises slowly, moving unhurriedly as if he's defying Fred to speak. He says, "Good morning to you too," in a sarcastic tone. "Liam and I will leave now," he adds, turning to Louisa. “We have to be there in time to meet the Head Of School.”Fred jerks his head in Louisa's direction. "He's taking Liam away? Louisa, what's happening?" Kingsley interrupts before Louisa can repl
With his polished shoes clicking on the floor, Kingsley strides into his office. The room as always, is spacious, with a faint aroma of leather and coffee, and sunlight streams in through the enormous windows. He sets his briefcase down and removes his coat, folding it neatly on the back of his chair. He remembers Liam's tentative smile and the hopeful gleam in his eyes, although his registration at the new school had gone smoothly.Hardy shows up at the doorway with a coffee mug and a folder. His bright eyes are always one step ahead, and his upbeat manner remains as constant as ever. "Good morning, boss; welcome back. How's the little guy?” Hardy hands the mug over and asks. Kingsley nods and takes a sip. "It went smoothly. He appears to like the school.” “That's good to hear,” Hardy says, nodding. After a pause, he continues, “Let's get down to business.” He raises the file. "Our next project has been recommended by the sourcing and investments department. They are inter
With its motor purring quietly like a happy cat, the shiny, opulent St Mary's school bus arrives at the curb. With his backpack swinging wildly behind him, Liam runs down the steps as the doors swing open. He hardly waits for Louisa to wave before breaking into a ranting monologue, his face beaming with a contagious smile. "Mommy! You'll be shocked! Liam jumps into her car's rear seat and exclaims. "The school is fantastic! They have these cool smart boards, and the classrooms are huge! Also, the chairs are comfortable rather than the stiff, squeaky ones from my former school.” As she moves away from the bus stop, Louisa grins. "That sounds fantastic darling. I'm happy you had a pleasant day.” "It was great! The instructors are kind! My homeroom teacher, Ms. Carter, even took me on a tour of the library, which is huge! What about the kids? They're very friendly. I was shown the location of the cafeteria by a boy named Ethan, and guess what?Every day, they provide three differ
Kingsley alights from his car and walks to Louisa's apartment complex, a modest building in a quiet area. The sight of the building's management office and the rows of mailboxes greets him as he walks into the lobby. His pulse pounds a little quicker in anticipation while riding the elevator to the third floor. He hears laughing and conversation emanating from the flat as soon as he exits the elevator. Knowing that his son will be thrilled to see him, he smiles. Louisa answers the door when he knocks, her smile twitching just a little when she sees him. She brushes an undetectable wrinkle on her apron as her hazel eyes flit away. "Kingsley," she murmurs. "Come in, Liam had spent the entire afternoon discussing you.” His tall frame fills the warm living room as he enters. It smells faintly of cinnamon, probably from a pie cooling on the counter. They remain there for a minute, the silence between them like a brittle bridge. “Daddy!” Liam yells, bursting out of his room and r
Louisa puts her phone down, Fred's words still reverberating in her head, and the subtle scent of coffee wafting through her open window. “Can you come up, Louisa? It's important.” He had said in a hurried tone.She is both perplexed and alarmed that he didn't say anything else but simply disconnected the call.Is Fred all right? Did something happen? With her mind racing, Louisa wraps her cardigan around herself and makes her way to the elevator. Fred had always been nice, maybe too nice, but this sudden invitation seems strange. She taps her foot nervously as the elevator rises to the top floor. She enters Fred's apartment, peeking in stealthily.The morning sun pours in through Fred's little balcony doors, which are thrown wide open. Fresh flowers, vibrant dishes, and an exquisite spread consisting of pancakes, scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fresh fruit, and a pitcher of orange juice decorate the dining table, which is typically simple and functional. When Fred spots her, his
However, it is short-lived. Her voice quivers with rage as she takes a step forward. "You dare? Do you believe that's why I've become ‘audacious’? Perhaps it's because I've realized that I don't have to tip-toe around you anymore." Their comments hang like a stormcloud in the electric air between them. Alan takes a step forward, his jaw clenched. "Cordelia, you're out of line. I'm not sure what's gotten into you, but this must end right now.” She chuckles sharply, almost bitterly. "You have no idea what's gotten into me? Well, if you must know, it's you. You made me doubt all I've worked for by pushing and pulling me around, and now you want to blame me for everything?" Alan's calmness wavers and his breath catches. Something deadly is sparked in him by the fire in her eyes, which are challenging and unforgiving. Not violently, but with a firmness that demands her attention, he takes hold of her arm. "What is it you want, Cordelia?" His voice is deep and menacing as he hisse
Kingsley's lavish mansion is illuminated by the golden rays of the setting sun, creating a fascinating atmosphere for Liam's fifth birthday celebration. Music, laughter, and the vivid hues of balloons and streamers fills the garden. With endless energy, a few children run around, their laughter mingling with the gentle murmur of adult conversation. With his arm loosely around Louisa's waist in a romantic manner, Kingsley steps close to the imposing fountain. They share a look that says it all: years of hardships, miscommunications, and heartache has brought them to this point, stronger and more in love than ever. Their entire world revolves around their baby, Liam, and this day is a celebration of both his life and their family's tenacity. As she watches Liam blow out his candles in front of his young buddies, Louisa murmurs, "Look at him," in a proud tone. "He's very happy. So deserving, he has been a strong boy.” Kingsley answers with a gentle kiss on her temple. "Just
"Martha?" Louisa calls in a scarcely discernible whisper. Martha stands there with a serene face and inquisitive gaze. "Louisa," she says quietly. Louisa feels fear take hold of her chest. How did Martha even know her house? Yeah well, she probably asked Evelyn. But why did she have to visit now of all times? Kingsley is inside her house, even though she had assured Martha that she would let go of him only a few hours earlier. Martha may misinterpret things if she sees him with her. But before Louisa can come up with an excuse, to dismiss Martha or go out with her, Kingsley speaks. "Who is it?" The sound of Kingsley's footsteps approaching was followed by his voice coming from behind her. Louisa's face becomes pale as she turns slightly. "It is….” When Kingsley comes into view, he spots Martha standing at the door, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Martha?" Martha's expression is unreadable as her eyes darts between them. Now knowing the reason for Louisa's sh
Kingsley's heart races in his chest as he stands outside Louisa's apartment. He had been pacing his living room for hours, struggling with his feelings. Ultimately, though, he knows he has to speak with Louisa. They have to be together, no matter what happens. Louisa's face changes from surprise to a kind of reserved resignation as she opens the door. Silently, she moves out of the way to let him in. "Daddy!" Before Kingsley can speak, Liam's voice calls excitedly, his face lighting up with unbridled excitement as he rushes into Kingsley's legs. Kingsley kneels down and embraces Liam tightly. "Hey son. You were missed.” "I also missed you! Will you be here for dinner? Liam questions, hope glimmering in his eyes. With a gentle giggle, Kingsley runs a hand through Liam's hair. "No son, not tonight. But you need to go spend some time playing in your room, okay? I must speak with your mother.” Liam pauses, looking from one parent to the other. "All right, but promise y
Fred had been getting ready for the evening all day. He had selected one of the best bars in the city, renowned for its quiet jazz, cozy atmosphere, and wine selection that would please even the pickiest connoisseur. He had gone above and beyond by placing an advance order for Linda's favorite meal and a bottle of wine that she had mentioned in passing months prior during a conversation at work. Fred is early, straightening his tie and gazing around the table he had reserved at the window, which overlooks the lights of the city. It has to be flawless. Fred's breath sticks in his throat as Linda enters, looking stunning. She accessorized her figure-hugging black dress with subtle jewelry that gleams in the low light. Fred's pulse skips a beat as her hair falls over her shoulders and she walks with assurance. Her voice is pleasant, yet tinged with suspicion as she says, "Fred. It looks so good in here, " as she looks around, admiring the bar. Fred gets up and drags her
Standing before Martha's hotel suite door, Louisa pauses. She knocks softly after her knuckles briefly hover over the glossy wood. The door opens as the faint sound of footfall nears, and Martha appears, her face instantly changing from one of surprise to one of cautious mistrust. "Louisa?" Martha's hand tightens on the doorframe as she speaks sharply. "How are you aware of my lodging arrangements?" Louisa smiles slightly, disarmingly. "Martha, you're my friend. Even if you don't want me to, I would be aware of your location. Martha pauses, obviously surprised by the answer, but her skepticism remains unshaken. Reluctantly, she moves aside to let Louisa in. It is a tidy, impersonal room, the sort of transitory place that is less like a home and more like a waiting room. Louisa calmly and deliberately sits down in one of the window-facing chairs. Martha crosses her arms and stays upright. "Louisa, why are you here?" Martha speaks in a clipped tone. "You're wasting
Although Louisa is hardly aware of it, the R&D department at Palmer Tech is bustling as usual. The cursor on her computer screen is blinking impatiently as she sits at her desk and stares blankly. Her team is busy around her, talking about testing plans and prototypes, but their voices are muffled by the flurry of ideas racing through her head. "Miss Emerson?" A hesitant voice pierces her fog. One of her less experienced developers, Carter, is clutching a tablet. "I want to present the project's revised design specifications to you. I believe we've resolved the—” "Have you checked it again?" Louisa abruptly interrupts him with a snap. Carter blinks in surprise at her tone. "Yeah, but I figured you'd like to—" "Why bring it to me if you think it is good enough? Carter, do your job. I don't have time to obsess over every little thing.” There is silence in the room. Carter takes a step back, holding the iPad as her crew exchange suspicious looks. “I apologize. I'll che
With her mind full of unrelenting thoughts, Louisa frantically packs Liam's school bag as the morning light streams through the curtains. Simultaneously, her hands tucked in a folder of his drawings, a lunchbox, and a water bottle. With his unlimited enthusiasm, Liam, who is already wearing his school uniform, dances about the living room behind her. "Mom! I'm ready!” Liam yells. Louisa looks at the clock and says, "Just a minute, sweetheart." They are late. The doorbell rings as she zips the bag closed and sets it on the table. "I'll get it, Mom!" Liam shouts and runs to the door. "Hold on, Liam!" Louisa begins, but he has already flung it open. "Uncle Hardy!" Liam shouts, his voice full of happiness. "You're here!" Louisa's forehead furrows as she turns. Hardy's towering body fills the entryway as he stands there. There is a glimmer of something in his eyes that Louisa can't quite identify, but he is grinning as usual. "Hey, Liam!" Hardy ruffles his hair. "Ho
Evelyn rests her head on John's chest as she nestles up against him on his soft sofa. Soft music hums in the background and the room is filled with the warmth of the fireplace. John put an arm around her, his fingers idly making patterns on her shoulder while they laughed quietly at a ridiculous story from the day before. However, when the laughing subsides, John becomes aware of Evelyn's aloof expression. He tilts his head to gaze at her and remarks, "You're quiet tonight," gently. "Are you still concerned about us? Or is it about my family again?” With a slight smile on her lips, Evelyn shakes her head. "No, John, you are everything I desire, and regarding your family, I have already made up my mind. I will do whatever it takes to defend our love. That matter has been resolved.” John's hand moves to tuck a stray hair behind her ear as his lips form an excited smile. "That's my girl. As courageous and unyielding as ever.” His voice lowers to a playful whisper as he plants
The rumpled blankets are evidence of Kingsley's restless night as he sleeps, sprawled over his bed. Except for the dim golden light that filters through the borders, the room is dark and subdued, due to the closed drapes. The floor is littered with empty champagne bottles, a silent reminder of his fruitless attempts to block out his thoughts. His tie dangles loosely from the bedpost, and his suit jacket is crumpled in one area. He is startled out of his wits by a knock on the door. Unwilling to confront anyone, he moans, but the knock is louder this time. "Boss? It's Hardy. Are you inside?” Kingsley rubs his hand over his scruffy face and mumbles a curse. "Come in," he rasps at last. With a creak, the door opens, and Hardy enters, his worried features inscribed on his face. He looks around the room right away, soaking in the commotion. The bottles, the messy bed, and his boss's rumpled appearance present a picture that is very different from the calm and authoritat