Eumerriah's Point of ViewI sat by Justine's bedside, holding his cold hand, trying not to give in to the fear and anxiety that were slowly consuming me. It has been twelve hours since he was brought here, and yet he still hasn’t woken up. My eyes were fixed on his pale face, hoping for any sign that he would wake up.Suddenly, I heard hurried footsteps approaching. When I turned around, I saw Shaira—her face was filled with worry and anger. She quickly came over to us, and I could see the pain and fear in her eyes that mirrored my own."Eumerriah," she took a deep breath, "what's the news? Has he not woken up yet?"I shook my head, barely able to hold back the tears welling up in my eyes. "No, not yet. There's been no change."Her face flushed with anger, and I noticed her hands trembling. "How did this happen? Who’s responsible?!" Her voice was full of fury, searching for someone to blame for Justine’s accident. "Whoever did this needs to be held accountable!""Shaira," my voice was
**Eumerriah's Point of View:**As I stood beside Justine's bed, I could feel the weight of every passing second. Fourteen hours had passed since he was rushed to the hospital, yet he still hadn’t woken up. From a mother who was once overjoyed by her child’s excitement during the field trip, I now felt as if I were being dragged down by fear and anxiety. The doctor’s words pierced my heart like knives, one by one, as I considered my son’s condition.Shaira arrived, hurrying in with worry etched across her face. She quickly rushed to my side, and I knew we were both battling the same emotions—anger, fear, and uncertainty. "Yumi, how is Justine?" Shaira asked, barely able to wait for an answer. I could see the anxiety and anger in her eyes, especially after hearing what the doctor had said about Justine needing blood."Doc, what is my son’s condition?" I asked, trying to keep my voice from trembling. I knew I had to stay strong, but every word the doctor spoke felt like another weight ad
**Eumerriah's Point of View**I stared into the void, in the midst of a hospital that seemed to have become a battleground of conflicting emotions. With every beep of the monitor that watched over each beat of Justine’s heart, I could feel every moment stretching between life and death. I couldn’t remember how many times I prayed, hoping that every sob and tear would reach God.“Yumi,” Shaira’s voice, full of concern, pulled me back to reality. I turned to her. I knew we were both thinking about the possibility we didn’t want to face—Gabrielle.“You know we have no other choice,” she said, looking at me directly. “Gabrielle is the only one left who can donate blood for Justine.”I closed my eyes, trying to fight the weight of the situation. Gabrielle. The name I’ve been trying so hard to avoid, the person I’ve been trying to forget. Behind my closed eyes, memories began to flash—hurtful words, arguments, and countless nights of crying. But now, my pain wasn’t the priority—it was my so
**Gabrielle's Point of View**As I sat in the recovery room, I tried to calm myself after the donation process. I could still feel the pain in my arm, but the ache in my heart was far more intense—a feeling I've long tried to avoid, but can no longer deny.Justine… Is he really my son?Earlier, I saw Eumerriah's face, the fear and longing etched in her eyes as we awaited the results. Even though she hasn’t directly told me, I could sense there were things she has long kept hidden—things I'm only now beginning to realize.As I pieced together the details, my suspicions became clearer. Justine's blood type, the urgency of his condition, and Eumerriah's admission that I was the only possible donor—all these were like pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together in my mind.I wasn't surprised when Justine needed blood, and I realized that I was the only one with the matching blood type. I didn’t need to ask Eumerriah because, deep down, I already knew the answer. The similarity in our blood
**Gabrielle's Point of View** Now that Justine is awake, my desire to know him goes beyond physical boundaries. Every time his room door opens, I hope to see him laughing, but instead, these moments seem to test every bit of my patience. With each passing minute, my longing and anger at the things I still don’t fully understand grow even more intense. So when I saw Eumerriah walking toward Justine’s room, I could no longer hold back my emotions. Every step she took felt like a walk over unpaid debts. My anger toward her wasn’t just because she was hiding the truth but because it felt like she was ignoring my role as a father. “Yumi, when do you plan to tell me everything?” I asked, my voice full of frustration. “Don’t I have the right to know about my own child? We don’t need to keep all of this a secret anymore.” “Gabrielle, don’t you understand? This isn’t as simple as you think!” she replied, her voice overflowing with concern and frustration. “I can’t explain everything rig
**Gabrielle's Point of View**Justine is coming home today, riding in a wheelchair. He’s not completely healed yet, but I know he prefers to recover alongside his brother, Dustine. Dustine couldn’t visit him in the hospital because of school and to avoid the illnesses associated with being there.From a distance, I could see the guards assisting them inside. While they were busy, a familiar face walked in—Kristine. She immediately grabbed Yumi's hair as she was helping Justine.“You’re shameless!” Kristine shouted. I was getting closer to their position, and I could hear her yell.“Aaaaahhh!!” Eumerriah screamed in pain, and the kids saw it happen. She quickly signaled Shaira to take the children upstairs, which Shaira promptly did.“Kristine!!” I shouted.“Oh! Your knight in shining armor!” Kristine responded sarcastically.“Let’s go home!” I said, grabbing Kristine’s hand.“Let’s go home!” I repeated, angrily pulling Kristine’s hand. I couldn’t let this situation get any worse, espe
Gabrielle's Point of ViewI stared out the window of my office, memories of being with Kimberly playing in my mind. With every smile, every time she called me "Papa," I felt like I was a part of her life. I didn't need to know that she wasn't my biological child because, in my heart, she was the daughter meant for me. But now, I have to face the truth. I can't hide behind a lie forever. Most importantly, I can't allow Kristine to continue disrupting the lives of those I love.I paused my thoughts and looked at the paper on my desk—the divorce papers. I’ve thought about this for a long time, and now I know it's time to end this. I need to do this, not just for myself, but for Kimberly. If I don't, we'll continue to be trapped in a fake family, constantly hurting.As Kristine and I sat quietly at the dinner table, I could feel the tension hanging between us. I knew I had to do this, and there was no better time than now. Kimberly was at school, and this was the only opportunity we had t
Eumerriah's Point of ViewI was utterly exhausted as I arrived home, pushing Justine in a wheelchair. I knew he wasn’t fully healed yet, but the joy on his face when he found out that he’d finally be with his brother, Dustine, again was enough to ease my worries. I just wanted to rest and start a peaceful life again with my children. But as soon as we entered the house, everything suddenly turned chaotic.From a distance, I saw Kristine, the woman I had dreaded meeting after everything Gabrielle had told me about their complicated relationship. Without warning, she grabbed my hair, and before I could even react, she screamed, “You witch!” I didn’t know where I would gather the strength, but I felt that I couldn’t back down. I saw the children, especially Justine, who was shocked and terrified. I couldn’t let them be hurt by this mess."Ahhh!!" I screamed as I felt the painful tug of Kristine on my hair. I wanted to fight back, but I hesitated. Not because I was afraid of hurting her,