Nadine glanced around the room, buzzing with soft chatters, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The party was going smoothly as she had planned."Champagne, Miss?" a waiter asked politely, holding out a tray. Her gaze shifted to the glass of champagne, but her hand instinctively went to her belly."No, thank you," Nadine declined with a soft smile.The waiter nodded in understanding and walked away."Mommy can't have any alcohol. I have to take care of you, my little one," Nadine whispered, her lips curving into a tender smile. "I can't wait to tell Daddy about you. He's going to be so excited, and maybe he'll finally stop acting distant."Adrian, her boyfriend, had been avoiding her lately, going on more business trips, having fewer conversations, and a coldness she couldn't explain. She figured he was stressed, which was why she planned this party to celebrate his latest business success.It was the perfect opportunity to share her big news. "I'm so excited," Nadine giggled sof
Two years later. The Manhattan skyline glimmered against the glass windows of Adrian's luxurious office. But the natural beauty couldn't ease his exasperation. "How long will it take you before you find her?" Adrian questioned, his voice tinged with desperation. "Mr. Blackwell—" Craig, his investigator, began cautiously. "It's been two years of searching the country for Nadine, and I'm not happy about the constant disappointments," Adrian snapped, his voice rising. "There have been no trace or sign of her. It's like you aren't even looking at all." "Mr. Blackwell, that's why I came here today," Craig said, retrieving an envelope from his briefcase. "A woman was spotted in a small coastal town called Seabrook Haven. She works at a small and quiet café." He handed the envelope to Adrian, who swiftly collected it and pulled out a picture. Adrian's hands trembled as he peered down at the photograph of a woman leaving a cafe.Her face wasn't entirely clear but he was certain that
Adrian was about to get to the door, but he suddenly froze on the spot. His hands clenched, beads of sweat forming on his palms despite the cool air."I didn't come all this way to turn back," Adrian said, but found his steps withdrawing.He didn't know how he was going to approach Nadine. Would she forgive him? Let him see the child that could be his? How much had she changed? Could she still be the sweet girl that he knew? Well, that wouldn't be possible, not after what he did to her. There were too many questions that were left unanswered. Was he truly really to learn those answers?"I can't," he shook his head, turning away from the Cafe. "I'll come here tomorrow. I'm sure she'll be around."He quickly returned to his car, and started the engine. As he drove off, Clara stepped out of the café. She had seen his car earlier and thought he was coming into their café."He left?" she uttered, lifting her brows. "I thought we were going to have a rich customer. Damn it." Pursing her
The woman Adrian beheld wasn't Nadine. It was Clara. "Liam, why did you leave my side?" Clara asked, her voice laced with worry. She rushed to Adrian and gently took Liam from him. "I saw him wandering, and wanted to help him in looking for his mother," Adrian muttered, a bit disappointed. "I'm glad you're here." "I'm not his mother," Clara replied with a weary smile. "I'm his mother's friend—Clara." "Clara," Adrian repeated, fighting the urge to ask if her friend was Nadine. "Liam, you had me worried," Clara said, turning her attention to the boy. "Where is your drawing?" Liam's face fell, realizing his drawing was lost. He glanced around, warily gripping Clara's sleeves. Adrian instinctively lowered his gaze to the floor, searching for the drawing. After a few moments of glancing around, he spotted a paper a few feet away, lying on a cobblestone. As he walked over there and grabbed the paper, his eyes fell on the drawing of a boy labeled Liam, his mother and a blurry father
"Where is the man?" Nadine asked, casting a glance around."Where did he—Oh there he is!" Clara exclaimed, pointing at Adrian, who was still standing where she left him.However, his back was turned against the counter, making it impossible for Nadine to see his face.She scrutinized him curiously, noting his expensive clothing, the partly visible butterfly tattoo on his neck, thick dark hair, and luxurious watch. Everything about him seemed so familiar, stirring an unease deeper than she had ever felt."Is that Adrian? No, it's not possible...What could he be doing in a small Coastal town like Seabrook? He could never visit such a place, could he?" Nadine thought, her mind racing. Her breath hitched, and her steps involuntarily retracted."Where are you going?" Clara asked, her confusion evident."Tell him that I'm busy, but grateful...And please, don't tell him my name," Nadine instructed, rushing back into the kitchen."Nadine," Clara gasped.The moment she left, Adrian turned aro
Nadine's breath came in short, panicked gasps as she rushed out of the shopping mall. She held Liam tightly to her chest, his little arms wrapped around her neck. She could feel his heart beating rapidly against hers, matching her own fear.As she hurried through the crowds, people stared at her with curious expressions. But Nadine didn't notice. She was too focused on getting to the car as quickly as possible.Liam's soft voice broke through her thoughts, trembling with confusion. "Mommy, why are we running?" he asked.Nadine tried to calm down, taking a deep breath before answering. "We're just... uh... trying to beat the traffic, sweetie," she said, forcing a weak smile.But Liam's eyes looked uncertain, and he tightened his grip on her neck. "But Mommy, we're almost running," he pointed out.Nadine's heart sank. She knew she couldn't keep the truth from Liam for much longer. But for now, she just wanted to get him to safety."It's okay, baby," she whispered, trying to reassure him
Nadine froze, her heart pounding in her chest as the sharp knock echoed through the quiet house. Liam, sitting cross-legged on the floor, perked up and smiled.“Mommy, is that Daddy?” he asked excitedly, already scrambling to his feet.“No, sweetheart, it’s not,” Nadine said quickly, forcing calm into her voice. She hurried over, catching Liam’s hand before he could reach the door. “Go to your room, okay? Stay there until Mommy says it’s safe.”Liam looked unhappy, but he did what Nadine said. He slowly walked up the stairs, dragging his feet. Nadine waited until she heard his door close softly before she unlocked the front door and opened it a little.The gardener was standing on her porch. His hands were in his pockets, and he looked worried. His eyes kept looking behind her into the house."Sorry to bother you, Miss Nadine," he said, moving his feet. "I just wanted to tell you that I saw someone near the edge of the property earlier."Nadine's breath caught. "What do you mean? Did
Morning light filtered through the curtains as Nadine busied herself in the kitchen, preparing Liam’s lunchbox. She glanced at the clock, noting the time. “Liam, come on! We’re running late, buddy,” she called out cheerfully.Usually, he would come bounding into the room with endless chatter, but today there was only silence.Nadine frowned and walked to the living room, where Liam sat quietly on the couch, his small hands clutching the strap of his backpack. His head was bowed, his feet swinging aimlessly above the floor.“Liam?” she said gently, kneeling in front of him. “What’s wrong? You’ve been so quiet this morning.”At first, he didn’t respond, but then he lifted his eyes to meet hers. They were brimming with tears. Nadine’s chest tightened as he whispered, “Mommy, why don’t I have a daddy like the other kids?”Her breath caught. The words hit her like a punch to the gut. For a moment, she couldn’t speak, her mind racing as she tried to process the question.“Sweetheart,” she
Vanessa stepped out of the car with a determined mind, her tailored crimson dress billowing slightly in the breeze. Camille clung to her hand, clutching a stuffed rabbit in her other. The imposing gates of the Blake family mansion swung open as the staff scrambled to receive her. The marble floors gleamed under the sunlight, but Vanessa was too preoccupied to notice.Storming into the grand sitting room, she found Mr. Blake seated by the fireplace, an open ledger in hand. Mrs. Blake sat across from him, absently stirring her tea, her delicate features unreadable.“Vanessa,” Mr. Blake said, rising, a frown forming on his face. “What brings you here unannounced?”Vanessa didn’t wait for pleasantries. “It’s Adrian. He’s gone back to her.”The room fell silent, except for the faint tinkling of Mrs. Blake’s spoon against her porcelain teacup. Mr. Blake’s face hardened, his brows knitting together.“Back to Nadine?” he asked coldly.Vanessa nodded, her voice trembling with a mix of rage and
Adrian leaned back in the uncomfortable hospital chair, his eyes fixed on Liam’s sleeping form. The soft hum of the heart monitor was the only sound in the room. He had stayed the night, unable to leave after the blood transfusion. Seeing Liam like this reminded him of everything he had missed, everything he had lost—and everything he desperately wanted to fix.Adrian’s thoughts swirled, replaying the confrontation with Nadine. Her words stung more than he cared to admit. He had made mistakes—unforgivable ones—but could he ever make it right?The nurse entered quietly, checking Liam’s vitals. Adrian straightened up. “How is he doing?”“He’s stable and recovering well,” she replied with a reassuring smile. “He should be able to go home later today.”Adrian nodded, his relief tempered by the weight of the situation. He had done what he could for Liam, but Nadine’s icy dismissal made it clear that he wasn’t welcome. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that walking away now would be a se
The soft beeping of the monitors filled the hospital room as Nadine sat by Liam’s bedside, her hand resting gently on his small one. He looked so peaceful, his breathing steady, his pale face slowly regaining color. It was a relief after the harrowing hours they had just endured. But Nadine’s relief was fleeting, replaced by the storm brewing within her.Adrian stood at the other end of the room, watching them in silence. The sight of Liam lying there had shaken him to his core. Guilt clawed at him, but his heart swelled with a mix of awe and love. He had a son—a beautiful, resilient little boy.Nadine, sensing his gaze, stood abruptly and walked to the door. “We need to talk.”Adrian followed her into the hallway. The fluorescent lights overhead cast a harsh glow, but it couldn’t mask the tension between them.Nadine turned to face him, her expression cold. Without a word, she pulled an envelope from her bag and thrust it toward him.“What’s this?” Adrian asked, his brow furrowing.“
Adrian paced his office, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. Marcus’s voice on the other end was strained, carrying the weight of urgency.“Adrian, it’s Liam. He’s in the hospital,” Marcus said, his voice breaking slightly.Adrian’s heart stopped. “What happened? Is he okay?”“Not exactly,” Marcus replied. “He fainted at daycare, and now the doctors say he needs a blood transfusion. The problem is, his blood type is rare. Nadine’s isn’t a match, and she’s struggling to find a donor.”Adrian gripped the desk to steady himself. “I’ll be there before evening. Just… stay with them, Marcus. Don’t let them feel alone.”“I will,” Marcus assured him. “But Adrian… Nadine still doesn’t want to call you. She’s stubborn, you know that.”“I don’t care if she hates me,” Adrian said firmly. “Liam is my son. I’ll be there.”As Adrian hung up, he turned to find Vanessa standing in the doorway, her arms crossed and a skeptical look on her face.“Where are you going in such a hurry?” she asked, her to
Nadine was in the middle of typing an email when her phone buzzed. At first, she ignored it, assuming it was a telemarketer or another unimportant notification. But when the buzzing persisted, followed by a voicemail alert, she frowned and grabbed her phone. The daycare’s number flashed on the screen.Her chest tightened as she answered. “Hello?”“Nadine! It’s Ms. Taylor from the daycare. Liam fainted during playtime, and he’s not waking up! You need to come now!”The words hit Nadine like a freight train. She barely registered her hurried response before she grabbed her bag and rushed out of the office.When Nadine arrived at the daycare, her worst fears were realized. Liam lay pale and limp on a small cot, surrounded by panicked caregivers.“He was just playing, and then he collapsed,” Ms. Taylor explained, her voice trembling.Nadine didn’t wait to hear more. Scooping Liam into her arms, she ran to the car with Clara, who had arrived moments earlier, following close behind. The dri
Adrian leaned against the car window, watching the streetlights streak by as Marcus drove him to the airport. The weight of the situation sat heavy on his chest. Nadine’s face, filled with anger and betrayal, lingered in his mind.“You sure about this?” Marcus asked, breaking the silence.Adrian nodded, though his expression was grim. “I don’t have much of a choice. Vanessa’s ultimatum is hanging over me, and I can’t keep pushing Nadine like this. I need to figure things out back in the States.” Marcus glanced at him, skeptical. “And what happens when you get back? You think Nadine will just welcome you with open arms?” Adrian sighed. “I don’t expect that. But I need to fix things on my end before I can even try to be part of Liam’s life. She deserves to know I’m serious about this.”Marcus tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his tone softening. “I’ll keep an eye on her and Liam while you’re gone. But Adrian… don’t make this harder for them than it already is. Nadine’s been
Adrian paced the length of his hotel room, Vanessa’s text glaring at him from his phone screen. Her words struck like daggers: “You have 48 hours. Don’t test me.”His jaw clenched as frustration coursed through him. She always knew how to push his buttons, threatening to unravel what little control he had left. Tossing the phone onto the bed, Adrian sat down, burying his face in his hands.It all felt like a cruel joke. The choices he made years ago to save his family’s company had destroyed the only real happiness he’d ever known. He thought he was doing the right thing, marrying Vanessa to secure the financial support they desperately needed. But in doing so, he had lost Nadine—and now he had learned he had also lost the chance to be there for Liam from the start.The guilt weighed heavily on him, but what choice had he had back then? His father’s legacy was crumbling, and Vanessa’s father had dangled a lifeline. Marry Vanessa, and their families would merge, saving Adrian’s family
Adrian sat on the edge of the bed in his dimly lit hotel room, the curtains drawn tight against the morning sun. The hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room, matching the numb buzz in his head. His gaze was unfocused, fixed somewhere on the floor, as his thoughts churned endlessly.The knock on his door startled him. He frowned, dragging himself to his feet and opening the door to reveal Marcus.“Good, you’re awake,” Marcus said, pushing past him into the room. His tone was sharp, a clear sign that this wasn’t a social visit.Adrian shut the door, his shoulders slumping. “What do you want?”Marcus turned to face him, his expression cold and unrelenting. “What do I want? I want to know what the hell you think you’re doing.”Adrian scoffed, dragging a hand through his disheveled hair. “Not in the mood for a lecture, Marcus.”“Well, tough. You’re getting one.” Marcus crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing. “Do you have any idea the mess you’re creating by barging back int
Adrian stirred awake as his phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sharp noise cutting through the quiet of his apartment. Groggily, he reached for it, barely glancing at the caller ID before answering.“Hello?”“This is Officer Daniels from the Seabrook Police Department,” a firm voice said on the other end. “Mr. Blake, we need you to come to the station regarding a complaint filed against you.”Adrian sat upright, suddenly wide awake. “A complaint? What complaint?”“Ms. Nadine Hapers has filed a formal harassment report,” the officer explained. “We need to speak with you in person. Please arrive within the next hour.”Adrian’s chest tightened. He’d expected Nadine to be upset, even angry, but this? His stomach churned as he quickly got dressed, his mind racing.At the police station, Adrian sat across from Officer Daniels in a small, sterile room. The officer flipped through a file, his tone professional yet neutral.“Mr. Blake, you’ve been named in a harassment complaint. Ms. Harper a