“Kris,” Thalassa whispered, her heart pounding inside her chest. Kris took slow steps toward her, his expression utterly broken as he stared at her. “I should've known this was too good to be true.” His breath hitched in his throat, his heart squeezing so painfully that he thought it was going to implode. He wanted to believe his eyes were deceiving him, but the evidence was right in front of him. His fingers twitched at his side, his jaw clenching painfully. “Getting back together with me...everything you said about letting the past go and giving me a second chance... I should have known it was all a lie. You lied to me. Why?” Despite her racing heart, Thalassa glared at him. This wasn’t how she wanted him to find out about her plans, but she refused to let herself feel guilty. “What did you believe, Kris?” she hissed. “Did you really think I could ever forgive your mother after everything she did to me? After she had me assaulted to make you believe I cheated on you? After she
“Kris, what is wrong with you?” Susan demanded as she stormed toward her brother. “How can you tell them to arrest Mum?”“Yes, Kris. How can you even think your mother is capable of something like that?” Aunt Cynthia added.“I said she's no mother of mine,” Kris hissed.Linda's heart was pounding as panic surged through her. No, no, no. This couldn’t be happening.“But... but... Kris...” Her lips trembled as she took hesitant steps closer to him. “Son, how can you say something like that? How could you even think I would ever do something like that?”Baring her teeth, she turned her hateful gaze on Thalassa. “All because of that woman!”She slowly returned her gaze to Kris, desperation filling her eyes. “I can’t believe you trust her over your own mother. She made a fool out of you. She made you believe she’d forgiven you, but it was all a ploy to exact her stupid revenge on me. She used you. How can you trust anything she says after all this?”Hesitantly, she reached up to cup his fa
Thalassa hadn’t spoken a word all this time or even moved an inch. Her mind was frazzled, as if she were in a dream, unable to believe that any of this was real.But when Kris stepped in front of her and she saw the pain in his eyes, it confirmed that she wasn’t dreaming.“Will you come along to the police station?” he asked, his voice devoid of emotion. “You’re the one who has the right to file the report about the attack.”Still feeling numb and in disbelief, Thalassa nodded almost mechanically. They headed toward the door, all eyes on them, the murmurs of the guests echoing behind them.Once outside, Kris turned to her. “Will you come with me?”Thalassa shook her head. Despite her scattered thoughts, she wasn’t ready to be alone with him. “No. I brought my car.”Kris nodded, saying nothing more as he headed to his car. Thalassa also went to her car.When they arrived at the police station, a crowd of reporters was already waiting outside. As soon as they saw Kris step out of his c
Remembering the broken expression on Kris's face when he found her in his mother’s room, Thalassa’s heart squeezed painfully. She couldn’t bear his silence any longer.She blurted out, “What? Are you upset with me because I did what I had to do to bring your mother to justice?”“Upset?” A humorless chuckle left his mouth. “In what world could I be upset with you? No, I’m not upset. I’m ashamed.”Pain flashed in his eyes. “You told me. You told me so many times that it was my mother behind the attack on you and the death of our child, and I still refused to believe you. I called you a liar. How can I be upset with you when I know I don’t even deserve your forgiveness?”A self-deprecating look settled on his face. “I knew it. I knew I didn’t deserve your forgiveness or your love, and yet like a fool, I allowed myself to dream. I dreamed that you still loved me and that we could finally be happy together.”He pursed his lips, the hurt in his eyes intensifying. “But I didn’t deserve your
That evening, Zeke had gone to the cinema to watch a movie. Alone. He had never been a movie fanatic, but whenever he did go to the cinema, it was always with someone, usually his sister.But he hadn't spoken to Luisa since he left Thalassa’s office yesterday. Nor had he spoken to Thalassa. The thought of Thalassa made his heart ache painfully.He wasn’t upset with Luisa, just disappointed. Her telling him some time ago that she wasn’t going to choose him over Kris as the one who deserved to be with Thalassa had hurt enough. But the fact that she hadn’t bothered to tell him Thalassa had gotten back with Kris felt even worse.If he had known, he would’ve been better prepared before going to see Thalassa at the office. Instead, he’d walked in on Thalassa and Kris kissing—a scene that shattered him.As for Thalassa, he wasn’t upset with her either. How could he be? It wasn’t her fault he’d been too much of a coward to tell her about his feelings all these years.But that didn’t mean it d
Zeke vividly remembered the wounds scattered across Millie's back weeks ago. She'd told him she asked her boyfriend to inflict those wounds on her, but now he was sure she was lying.The thought of that bastard doing it to her again right now sent fury coursing through his veins along with an overwhelming surge of panic.Without a second thought, Zeke sprinted towards his car. He drove like a madman, and within minutes, he was pulling up in front of Millie’s flat.Getting out, he hurried to the door. saw the doorbell, but ringing it was the last thing on his mind. With one powerful stomp, the door flew back, and he stormed into the house.His blood ran like lava as he took in the scene before him. Millie was crouched in a corner, crying and begging as her boyfriend repeatedly struck her on the back with the buckle of a belt.Zeke lunged forward, crashing into Francis and tackling him to the floor.“What the—” Francis began to exclaim in surprise, but a hard punch to the mouth silenced
After crying herself to sleep, Thalassa woke up feeling refreshed. The storm of emotions that had overwhelmed her last night seemed to have passed, and now she felt calm and composed.She vowed not to let herself be that vulnerable again. Last night had been a moment of weakness, and she didn’t plan to repeat it.She reached for her phone, dialing a number before rolling out of bed. After a quick conversation, she made her way to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face and brushing out her hair. Her reflection in the mirror showed the tear patches on her cheeks, bags beneath her eyes, and her touched head, evidence of her breakdown last night.She looked away and proceeded to freshen up. Done, she headed downstairs, spotting Luisa setting the dining table.“There you are,” Luisa said, glancing up. “I was just about to come get you.”Thalassa gave her a small, apologetic smile. “I’m sorry. I’ve been leaving everything to you lately. You’re the one making our meals every day.”Lu
“I wasn’t talking about a specific person,” Thalassa responded to Luisa's question. “I just mean… I’m not going to keep pushing men away like I’ve been doing for almost four years now. I want to give myself a chance to love again.” Luisa bit her lip. “What about Kris?” she asked tentatively. Thalassa pursed her lips into a thin line. “Practically all of my adult life has revolved around Kris, Luisa. He was my first love, and I never allowed myself to look at anyone else, even when he was making me suffer. Even after we divorced, I kept every man at a distance because I was still so angry, so consumed with getting justice. And all of that—my anger, my pain—was still tied to him.” She clenched her fist briefly around her fork before releasing it. “I’m tired of my life revolving around him.” Luisa frowned and pointed out, “But… your life won’t stop revolving around him, Lassa. You two have a son together.” She paused, hesitant to ask her next question. “Are you really planning t
Karen paced the living room like a storm brewing in a too-small teacup, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She shot a glare toward her mother's lawyer who sat calmly with his briefcase beside him, waiting.“I don’t understand,” Karen snapped. “You’re already here, so why aren’t you reading the will? In fact, why do we even need to read it? I was her only daughter. I'm sure she's giving everything to me anyway.”Mr. Sawyer adjusted his glasses. “Ms. Blade, I ask for your patience. There is one more person who needs to be present before I proceed.”Karen’s nose wrinkled as she tilted her head. “What are you talking about? Who else could possibly need to be here?”As if on cue, the doorbell echoed through the house. Karen’s lips thinned, her irritation clear.“I’ll get it,” Bridget murmured, hurrying toward the door. Moments later, the click of heels and a deep, familiar voice caused Karen to freeze.Kris stepped inside first, his hand resting protectively on Thalassa’s lower back
As Thalassa stepped down, the room was filled with sniffles and silent tears. Though she wasn't crying, the devastated look on her face and her touching words brought tears to everyone's eyes. All except for Karen, who was glaring at her from across the aisle.The somber mood in the chapel persisted as Bridget stood up and walked to the altar.“You were my boss,” Bridget began, her voice breaking slightly, “but also my best friend. A person with the rarest heart—one who could make anyone feel seen and valued.”She paused, swallowing back the lump in her throat. “You loved with your whole being. That’s who you were. To lose you… is to lose a light in this world. But I take solace in knowing you're at peace now, somewhere you can finally rest after all the pain life threw your way. You'll never be forgotten, dear madam.”The room was silent, save for the occasional muffled sobs of mourners. When Bridget sat down, the priest returned to the altar, gesturing for everyone to bow their head
“You signed Mum’s death sentence. It’s your fault she’s dead!”Karen’s tear-streaked face twisted in raw pain as she turned to Thalassa, her voice rising like a jagged knife.“That's not true!” She shouted, her hands shaking. “I didn’t know this would happen! How could I have known?”Thalassa’s eyes narrowed, her body trembling with barely restrained fury. Before she could speak, Kris stepped behind her, his jaw tight.“So it is true, Karen?” he asked, each word laced with disbelief. “You told Linda it was your mother who gave me the evidence? What the hell were you thinking?”Karen’s lips quivered, and she stumbled over her words. “I didn’t mean to! It just… slipped out while we were talking. I couldn’t take it back!”Thalassa let out a bitter laugh that was chilling to the bone. “Oh, I’m sure that’s the excuse you told yourself to sleep at night,” she snapped. “But we both know the truth. You knew exactly what you were doing. You were scared Linda would come after you, so you decide
Karen gripped the steering wheel tightly as she drove, her frustration building with every mile. It had been three days since her mother last called her.Since the day she told her mother that she didn't want anything to do with her, the woman would call at least twice a day. But she'd gone three days without doing so, and it was grating on Karen's nerves.Had she given up already? Karen was damned if she would allow that.Right now, she was driving to her mother’s house, but she wasn't going there to reconcile. She just wanted to remind her of her betrayal and make her beg for her affections again.Pulling up to the gate, she frowned. The gate didn’t open like it always did. She waited a moment, growing impatient before honking the horn. Nothing. Annoyed, she picked up her phone and dialed Bridget’s number. “Why is the gate locked?” she demanded when Bridget answered. “And why isn’t anyone opening it?” Bridget’s voice was quiet, but the exhaustion in it was evident. “Because no
The room was quiet for a moment after the doctor’s announcement. Juana’s eyes glistened with tears as she looked up at him. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Thank you so much.”Upon waking up and being unable to move her legs immediately, she'd truly been terrified, but this had given her so much hope.The doctor gave her a kind smile. “You’re a fighter, Ms. Juana. But remember, no stress. Rest if your head feels heavy. If it worsens, inform us immediately.”Juana nodded as tears spilled down her cheeks. Thalassa and Luisa exchanged a glance before speaking in unison, their voices filled with gratitude. “Thank you, Doctor.”He nodded again and excused himself, leaving the three women alone. Luisa and Thalassa moved to either side of Juana’s bed. Luisa gently placed her hand over hers. “I’m so happy to see you awake and well,” she said softly, her voice filled with relief.Thalassa bit her lip. “Juana, I can’t tell you how grateful I am that you saved my
Thalassa’s hands trembled at her sides as her furious words hung in the air. The weight of what she had just said, what she had admitted she wanted to do, filled the room with shock.Luisa placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, her voice trembling with worry. "Thalassa... please don’t talk like that. You don’t mean it." But Thalassa’s cold, unwavering gaze shot through her. "I mean every word," she bit out, her voice low and steely. "I want to kill her. I would be doing the world a favor by getting rid of someone as vile as Linda Miller. She’s a waste of a human being." Luisa swallowed hard, unease crawling up her spine. She had seen Thalassa enraged before, but never this murdurous rage. It scared her. "I know you’re upset," Luisa said, her voice soft but firm. "You have every right to be angry, but this isn’t you. You’re not a murderer, Lassa. You’re nothing like Linda Miller." Thalassa shrugged off Luisa’s hand with a sharp jerk. Her jaw tightened, and her eyes burned with fu
Thalassa buried her face in Kris’s chest, her sobs muffled against his shirt. His arms wrapped tightly around her.She clung to him, trembling, her mind screaming against the reality she didn’t want to accept. Rita was truly gone. The door creaked open, and Kris lifted his head. The doctor entered, followed by a nurse. This time, he didn’t ask them to leave. Instead, he approached Rita’s still form, his expression solemn as he checked her vitals. After a moment, the doctor straightened and glanced at the nurse. His voice was steady as he said, "Time of death: 7:21 AM." The words felt like a punch to Thalassa’s chest, knocking the air from her lungs. Her knees threatened to buckle, but Kris tightened his grip, holding her upright. The doctor turned to her, his face filled with sympathy. "I’m very sorry for your loss," he said softly. "It happened quicker than I expected. I’ll prepare the death certificate and arrange for her body to be transferred to the morgue whenever you’re
At Rita's revelation, Kris swallowed hard against the tightness in his throat. He thought he should feel shock or anger, but he didn't feel that. Not even disappointment. All he felt was a crushing sadness and a hollow ache in his chest that made it hard to breathe. Deep down, he'd known. He'd known his mother was behind it.But had it been too much to wish for his mother to prove not to be a monster for once? How far was Linda going to go? His jaw tightened as he looked down at Rita's frail form, her skin pale and her breaths shallow."I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. He stepped closer to Rita, his hand hesitating before lightly brushing against hers. "I’m so sorry. You didn’t deserve this. None of this." His throat burned as he forced the words out. "I promise you, I’ll get justice for you." Rita’s eyes fluttered open slightly, her gaze cloudy yet still warm. She gave him the faintest smile, her voice a faint rasp as she whispered, "Wha
Thalassa sat in the hard, plastic chair by the wall in Rita’s ICU unit, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The sterile scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils, but she barely noticed it anymore. Her eyes were fixed on the frail figure lying in the hospital bed. Rita was surrounded by machines—a heart monitor that beeped steadily, an IV drip that fed her weakened body, and a nasal cannula that provided oxygen through thin, clear tubes resting against her pale face. She had always been so strong, so full of life. Seeing her like this, so still and vulnerable, made Thalassa’s chest ache. The machines keeping her alive felt intrusive, cold, and mechanical—so unlike the warm, loving woman who had been her pillar through so much. She rubbed her tired eyes. She hadn't slept a wink since last night, but sleep was the last thing on her mind. Her gaze darted back to Rita every few moments, desperate for any sign of movement. Nothing. A soft knock came at the door, pulling her from