Linda Miller had always thought she was shrewd enough to sense a betrayal before it came her way, but Karen’s treachery caught her off guard.She gritted her teeth, fuming silently, unable to believe that Karen had dared to betray her. What had that foolish girl been thinking?“Mum,” Kris prompted grimly after several seconds of silence. “You haven’t answered my question.”Immediately, Linda summoned the most pitiful, heartbroken look she could conjure. “Why would I answer such a question? I refuse to believe that my own son would think me such a monster as to even consider that I could be behind something like that.”Kris pursed his mouth into a tight line. “Mum, I’m not trying to accuse you of anything. I’m just looking for answers here. I know you never liked Thalassa, so I just want you to be honest with me.”“I never liked Thalassa? You know that’s not true. Yes, in the beginning, I didn’t approve of her because I thought she was only trying to take advantage of you, but once I r
Linda felt her blood pressure rising, unable to believe the turn of events. All the machinations she’d done to get that lowlife out of her son’s life now seemed to be amounting to nothing. The woman obviously had Kris back under her thumb, and she had to do something about it.“What are you trying to say, Kris?” she demanded, the hurt in her voice carefully cajoled. “Are you saying that I also faked the evidence against that woman?”Kris let out a frustrated breath. “Mum, that’s not what I’m saying. I–““Then what are you saying?” Linda cut him off. “The day we caught her with that man in the hotel suite, she accused me of being the one who gave her the fraudulent documents to have them signed. If you’re saying you now believe her, then you’re accusing me of framing her.”She dissolved into tears. “What outrageous crime are you going to accuse me of next simply because Thalassa says so? That I’m the one who sent someone to attack her and her unborn child?”The mention of the unborn ch
Right after leaving his house, Kris called Alden to meet him at their usual club. Alden was exhausted after the long night, but he reluctantly agreed, fearing Kris would go crazy if he had no one to talk to.“So, did you ask your mother about what Karen said?” Alden asked after they had sat in silence for a bit, observing Kris taking shot after shot of vodka.“Yes.”Alden raised an eyebrow. “And?”Kris looked annoyed. “What do you mean by ‘and’? There’s nothing else to say because Karen is nothing but a manipulative snake. My mother is innocent. She isn’t capable of doing the vile things Karen did to Thalassa. She was just as shocked as I was to discover the truth.”Alden nodded slowly, feeling a bit relieved. He’d had his doubts after hearing what Karen said, but he was glad Kris had been able to clear it up.Kris poured himself another shot of vodka and downed it in one gulp. As he was about to pour another, Alden spoke up.“Dude, don’t you think you’ve had a little too much to drin
The next morning, in her holding cell, Karen was going crazy as she paced up and down. Every once in a while, she screamed, “This is an injustice! Get me the fuck out of here! I don’t belong here! This is an injustice. I haven’t done anything!” She was sharing the cell with two other women. It disgusted her so much that she had to share the place with actual criminals. “Sweetheart, shut your mouth, or I’ll shut it for you,” one of the women finally snapped. “Can’t you see we’re trying to think?” “But I’m innocent!” Karen protested. “They’re framing me.” The other woman rolled her eyes. “That’s what we all say. It’s like a game we know we can never win, yet we still keep playing.” “No, I’m serious. I’m innocent. They’re framing me for something I didn’t do. Haven’t you seen how they’ve even refused me the phone call I’m entitled to?” “We don’t give a fuck, princess,” the other woman hissed, eager for Karen to shut up. “You might be wearing fancy clothes, but in here, we’re
“Daddy! Daddy!”Kris was jolted awake by a small, soft body crashing hard onto his chest. Groaning, he opened his eyes, only to be assaulted by the bright lights in the room.“Daddy! Daddy!” Tiny hands began hitting him repeatedly on the cheek.“Ow, ow, Tessa,” Kris groaned as he finally managed to open his eyes and saw his daughter lying on his chest.Placing his hand on her back, he tried to sit up, but a violent ache streaked through his head, making him groan again.“Are you sick, Daddy?” Tessa asked, her forehead creased in a frown.“No. Daddy is fine, baby,” Kris said, despite the headache that made him feel like his head was going to split in two.Remembering the events at the club last night and how he had ended up drinking himself into a stupor, he nearly cursed-until he remembered his daughter was close by.“Tessa, there you are, you stubborn girl,” Tessa’s middle-aged nanny breathed in exasperation as she entered the room through the open door. “Didn’t I tell you not to bot
“There’s nothing I want more in this world than for you to forgive me... Lassa.” Thalassa’s heart squeezed painfully at the affectionate name he’d used. It was a nickname many close to her called her, but there had been something special about the way he said it—a certain raspiness and breathiness that made her weak in the knees. The last time he’d called her by that name was four years ago when they’d been happy, before they got married, and he changed into a completely different man. Glaring at him, she gritted out coldly, “Do not call me that again, Mr. Miller.” Kris swallowed, feeling the frostiness in her tone, knowing this was going to be just as hard as he had expected. But at least she’d given him some kind of reaction. Her anger was far better than her indifference. He risked a step forward. “Thalassa, I know that I’ve hurt you more than any man ever has, and...” “Any man?” Luisa scoffed. “Try anybody.” Now Kris knew this was going to be ten times tougher with Lu
“If you loved me as much as you claim, then my word and my love should’ve been enough to convince you that I could never betray you!”Kris winced at the sharpness in Thalassa's voice, each word cutting into him like a knife. The fact that she was doubting the sincerity of his love from years ago twisted the knife even deeper. He knew he had messed up in more ways than one, and he expected her to be tough on him, but at the same time, he felt like she wasn’t trying to understand him or put herself in his shoes.His voice heavy with emotion as he said, “I’m sorry, but don’t you think you’re being a little too hard on me?”Her eyes flashed with disbelief, her lips curling into an incredulous sneer. “I’m sorry, you think I’m being too hard on you?”“Please hear me out,” Kris said, his tone pleading. “You know I didn’t just blindly believe any evidence against you. I tried everything I could to prove it wrong because I desperately wanted it all to be a lie.”He paused, searching her face
Kris felt as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over him, his eyes widening in shock at Thalassa's words. He searched her face, hoping this was some kind of cruel joke, but the fire in her eyes told him she was deadly serious.“What are you waiting for?” she snapped, breaking the silence. “If you truly want our dead child, wherever they are, to see that you cared, then make their murderer pay. Have your mother arrested!”Kris’s stomach churned with bitterness; he couldn't believe she was demanding such a thing of him. As much as he knew she wasn't going to like his next words, he knew he had to say them.“Thalassa, I understand that my mother can be prejudiced and hard to please sometimes. She can be anything you want to accuse her of, but she is not a murderer. She would never wish harm on anyone, especially not her grandchild."Thalassa let out a bitter chuckle as she wiped the tears from her face. “Especially not her grandchild? Kris, she was the one who convinced you th
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