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“Nicholas?” Anne called out his name as he entered the room. “Yes?” His voice was soft as if he already knew that something was on her mind and she wanted to share it with him. Just like he expected, she said, “I want to talk to you about something urgent.”He shifted slightly, turning to face her. “Yes?”She said in a firm tone, “I want to meet my dad.”A heavy silence fell between them. Nicholas didn’t respond immediately. His face was tensed, his eyes were swirling with so many reactions that he could not hide, and she could tell he didn’t like the idea. But instead of blurting out his disapproval, he held back this time. He knew he couldn’t make this decision for her. She had the right to speak her mind without him imposing his opinions.“I am done playing Roseanne,” she said, her voice softer now. “I am done punishing him.”“What happened?” he asked. He wanted to know what changed her mind. “I miss my father,” she whispered, her eyes lowering as if admitting it felt like a bet
She stood up instinctively, her voice trembling as she asked, “Why is he handcuffed?”One of the officers replied, “Madam, he is a criminal. It is not safe to have him roaming free. He can hurt you or anyone around. Best to keep a beast like him restrained.”The words stung. Anne glanced at Nicholas who remained silent. She wanted to protest and to demand they release her father from those shackles but something stopped her. She knew Jacob’s crimes were severe in law’s eyes. Still in this moment, all she could see was her father. The man she had missed so much and the man she had loved all her life. A daughter’s bond with her father was very deep. She could not see her father in distress. Jacob said nothing. He simply stood there and kept staring at her. His eyes which were once full of pride and authority were now clouded with confusion. He had not seen his daughter in years. The woman standing before him looked so much like the Anne he remembered. She had the same blonde hair and t
“Roseanne De Luca...” Jacob whispered the name as if it were a curse.Anne nodded, a solemn look on her face. “Yes.”His voice shook. “The woman…”“It was me,” Anne confirmed. “I adopted that identity.”He was talking about the woman Nicholas had been for the last one year. He did not like her. Infact, he hated that woman because she was taking his daughter’s place. His hate for that woman knew no boundaries. However, now…Jacob’s voice broke, his words barely making it past his lips. “You gave me...”It was his daughter who gave him a part of her liver. Ever since he had the transplant, he was unable to keep calm. He hated Nicholas and that woman who he didn’t know was his daughter at that point. He spoke so cruelly to her that day in the hospital. He did not know that it was his daughter. Anne nodded again. “Yes, it was me. You were so sick, I had to help you.”His confusion deepened as he asked, “When you returned to Nicholas, why didn’t you come to me?”Anne’s expression harden
After a few minutes, Jacob took a deep breath, began to compose himself. His tear-filled eyes shifted to her growing belly, and something seemed to click in his mind. "You look... pregnant," he said hesitantly.Anne smiled warmly. "Yes, I’m six months pregnant."Jacob’s expression softened. A faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Congratulations."Her smile widened which was lighting up her face. "We are having twins."Jacob's eyes widened in surprise. "Twins? That’s amazing. I’m very happy for you."Truly, he was very happy right now. He never expected to see his daughter again. Not only was she alive and well, she was going to give birth to his grandchildren. How could he not be happy about this? Anne’s heart warmed as she saw the genuine joy in his face. She was happy that he felt good about becoming a grandfather. "Are you and Nicholas back together?" Jacob asked carefully. He did not know what to feel about Nicholas now. He didn’t kill Anne, his daughter made it clea
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Anne and Nicholas sat in the car after the visit. The atmosphere was heavy with unspoken thoughts. She had been silent for most of the drive as her mind was elsewhere. Nicholas glanced at her, sensing her emotional exhaustion. He understood what she would be going through after the meeting with her father. He wanted to lift her spirits even if just a little but he ended up getting failed. “Shall I stop by the café? Would you like to say hello to your employees?” he asked gently, hoping the suggestion might brighten her mood. Usually, a visit to the café brought her some joy. She liked going to her cafe and watching it bustle with people, loving everything about her cafe. She shook her head as her voice soft. “I just want to go home.” Nicholas nodded in understanding. He didn’t push further. Actually, he understood her. After a while, the car came to a stop and Anne looked at him, quite confused. Nicholas smiled slightly and gestured for her to wait for him. The driver knocked on th
Trying to distract her, he asked, "What’s this show?"Anne looked at him, surprised. "You’ve never watched Friends?"He shook his head.With a small grin, she explained, "It is a classic. This show was shot in New York in the '90s and early 2000s. It is one of my comfort shows."As they continued watching together, Nicholas pointed at the screen and asked, "What’s wrong with this girl?""Which one?" Anne asked, confused."The tall blonde one," Nicholas clarified, furrowing his brows.Anne laughed. "Phoebe? She’s the quirkiest of them all!"Nicholas, still frowning, said, "Lord, she says the most random things."Anne giggled, "That’s her specialty."Out of nowhere, Nicholas remarked, "Anne, you are like this brunette."Anne looked at him, raising her eyebrows. "Who, Monica?"He nodded.She protested, "No, I’m not!"Nicholas gave her a teasing look. "You totally are. You are a perfectionist and you care for everyone like she does."Anne rolled her eyes but smiled despite herself. “You a
Jacob was released from jail. This time, he had accepted Nicholas’s help. Outside the jail, Anne and Nicholas were waiting for him. He hadn’t expected to see Anne there. As soon as he was released, she rushed to hug him with her face beaming with happiness.He felt a rush of emotions seeing Anne and he held her hand throughout the ride. He didn’t know where they were taking him. It had been a month since Anne had urged him to accept Nicholas’s help. When the car finally stopped, he noticed the familiar surroundings and was not very surprised to see that Anne had brought him to their old house. He stayed quiet while letting his daughter and son-in-law lead him inside.Everything looked just as he remembered. The house was clean and well-maintained. It was as if someone had been taking care of it all this time. Then, the old housekeeper who used to take care of the house came out to greet him. Seeing her made his eyes well up. He learned that she and her granddaughter had been living the
EpilogueThree Years Later“Dr. Hart?”Abella turned around to see a nurse hurrying toward her.“The patient in the NICU is responding to the medication,” the nurse informed her. “Could you check on her?”Without hesitation, Abella rushed to the NICU, her heart throbbing fast. That morning, the baby girl’s condition had been critical, but now, as she looked into those tiny, bright eyes, she felt a wave of relief.“Hey there, sweetheart,” Abella cooed, smiling warmly. “You’re such a fighter. You fought so hard to be here with your mom and dad.”The baby stared up at her, and Abella’s heart melted.“Yes, you’re such a strong, big girl,” she whispered, gently touching the baby’s hand.Outside the NICU, the parents expressed their gratitude; their tearful smiles reminded Abella why she had chosen this path. In moments like these, she was reminded of how beautiful it was to help save these little angels. But there were also the heartbreaking days, the ones where some angels didn’t make it.
Meanwhile, Kate and Rhys were sitting with Anne.“Why is Aunt suddenly changing colors?” Rhys asked.“Because she knows she was wrong and wants back what she lost,” Kate said matter-of-factly.Anne chuckled. “Kate, as much as I love your straightforward attitude, I’d appreciate it if you toned it down in front of Emery. She is… well, very touchy and fussy.”Kate shrugged. “MIL, I have a complaint. Coco and Sia had a girls’ day without me! Can you imagine? I’m trying to be as cool as them, but they left me out!”Rhys suppressed a chuckle. “Yes, Mom, they left my dear Kate out.”Anne played along. “That’s terrible, I’ll scold them,”“Yes, scold them well,” Kate agreed, then added mischievously, “but don’t tell them I snitched. Just say it was Rhys.”Anne smiled. “Alright, dear.” Then, she glanced at Kate. “I saw you have been spending time with Abella. How’s that going? I know you two weren’t close.”Kate sighed. “Everyone coddles her too much. She is living in disillusionment. Coco and
It was a beautiful day that was filled with love, laughter, and cherished memories. Anne and Nicholas’s wedding anniversary had brought the entire family together, and the house was buzzing with warmth and joy.Nicholas turned to Anne as his eyes were soft with affection. “We have been together for forty years,” he said, a gentle smile on his lips.Anne smiled back, a touch of nostalgia in her gaze. “Yes, we made it this far.”Leaning in, Nicholas pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “Thank you for giving me the chance to be your husband.”Anne’s voice was barely above a whisper as she responded, “Thank you for fighting for us.”Just then, Leon and Coco appeared out of nowhere while wrapping their arms around their parents in a tight hug. “If anyone deserves the credit, it’s us!” Leon declared with a grin. “We made sure you two ended up together.”Nicholas and Anne exchanged amused glances before nodding. “Yes,” Nicholas agreed, “and we’re very thankful for your scheming. Turns out, it w
“Did you match into your preferred branch of residency?” Madam Facci asked, excitement filling her voice.Abella swallowed. “Ma, I’m still checking the results,” she admitted. “I’m scared.”“You have nothing to be scared of, my dear. Just look,” she heard. With a deep breath, Abella entered her credentials for the residency match. Her eyes darted across the screen as the words appeared before her.“I…” Her voice caught in her throat.“What is it?” Madam Facci asked eagerly.“Pediatrics…” Abella whispered in disbelief.A joyful gasp came from the other end. “Oh my god! I am so happy for you, dear!”Abella’s chest tightened as she read the rest. “With NYU…” she murmured. “If I accept it, I will have to stay in New York.”Was she ready for this?Madam Facci’s voice was warm and reassuring. “Whatever you choose, we are proud of you. You’ve worked hard for this. Don’t overthink it, just enjoy this moment. You did it, Abella. I’m so, so proud of you.”That evening, the entire family gather
Augustus Hart was born a healthy, chubby baby with a bald head, looking absolutely perfect in every way. His arrival was so sudden that only Callum and Estelle were present at the hospital when her water broke. They barely had time to inform anyone, but Abella rushed over as soon as she found out.The moment Callum stepped out of the delivery room and saw his sister waiting outside, a wave of emotions hit him all at once. Without hesitation, he pulled her into a tight hug.“Congratulations, brother. I’m so proud of you,” Abella whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.Callum let out a shaky breath, still overwhelmed. “When did you get here?”“Just now,” she said with a smile. “How’s Estelle?”“Tired,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Still cursing me.”Abella chuckled. “And the baby?”“Just perfect,” Callum said, his eyes softening. “Come inside. She is going to be so happy to see you.”When Estelle saw Abella, she let out a small gasp before pulling her into a long, tight
After her divorce, Abella didn’t leave the country. Cillian had given her a staggering sum in alimony, even going as far as naming half of his assets to her, but she refused to take a single dime. She had her own inheritance. More money than she could ever need. But what could wealth do? It couldn’t buy her happiness. It couldn’t fill the void in her heart.Cillian knew her too well; he didn’t push her to accept anything. He let her go, even when it shattered him.When her mother lived in Italy with Coco and Leon, alongside her uncle Nate, she had bought a beautiful bungalow. It had never been sold, left untouched over the years. When Abella married Cillian, Leon had given her the key to that house as a quiet token of their family’s past. There were two bungalows beside each other, one where her mother had raised her two older siblings, and the other where her father had stayed, the place where her parents had met and reunited. One had been passed down to Charlotte, the other to Leon.
Cillian stared at her, his throat tightening as he heard the finality in her voice. He had imagined this conversation a thousand different ways, but none of them had prepared him for the calm and almost serene acceptance in her eyes.“Abella…” He whispered her name like a prayer, like a plea. “Can we please rethink this?”Abella smiled. It was a soft, bittersweet smile that made his chest ache.“Cillian, there is nothing to rethink,” she said gently. “Alessandro came to see me. He told me that he was leaving the country with his mother. He said he doesn’t want to come between us, that he would be happy if you called him once in a while and only if it was okay with me.” She let out a humorless chuckle. “That’s too big of a burden for me to carry. I mean, I don’t care how you navigate your relationship with your son. But I will give you one piece of advice: don’t be a jerk. Don’t hurt one more person. You have already hurt me, you have hurt him, and you have hurt his mother. Stop making
Cillian reached for her hand, his grip firm but trembling as well. “Abella, please listen to me. I’m sorry. I made a mistake by not telling you the truth. Can you please forgive me?” His voice cracked with desperation.She looked at him, her expression unreadable. “I don’t know,” she said softly.Cillian’s breath hitched, and he tried again. “Please, I’ll change. I’ll work on myself. Just give me a chance.” His hands clenched at his sides as if willing himself not to break apart. “I don’t want to see you like this, so shattered. You mean so fucking much to me. Please.”But to Abella, his words felt like echoes in an empty room. They were hollow and weightless. Once upon a time, she had longed to hear them, had dreamed of a moment where he would look at her like this, beg for her, choose her. But now? Now, they felt unimportant. They meant nothing.She exhaled, rubbing her temple. “I heard you. But my head is splitting apart, Cillian. Can you please just go back to your house? I just w
Madam Facci looked at her son, her expression undecipherable. She had seen Cillian walk through storms without flinching, but today, he stood before her looking utterly wrecked. His usually sharp eyes were bloodshot, his arm wound had reopened, staining his sleeve with fresh blood, yet none of that seemed to matter to him or anyone at this point.“What do you want, Cillian?” she asked, her voice firm but not unkind.“I’m here to see Abella,” he said. His voice was hoarse, almost desperate.Madam Facci crossed her arms. “I’m sure you have no idea what happened last night.”“I know,” he admitted, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “I just want to explain things to her. She is overthinking this, and there is nothing much to overthink. I just—” He exhaled sharply. “I just want to make everything okay.”A wry smile tugged at Madam Facci’s lips, but there was no amusement in her eyes. “Son,” she said, “we can never tell someone what is worth overthinking or not. For you, th