KellyI sat by the passenger seat, it wasn’t uncomfortable sitting right beside Adrain but it was suffocating, especially with everything that had happened between us, I wasn’t going to forgive him that easily.I curled my fingers into my lap, nails pressing into my palms as I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past. The confrontation with Adrian’s parents still rang in my head, every harsh accusation, every judgmental glare, every word that made me feel like I was nothing. But that wasn’t what had left me speechless. It was Adrian standing up for me. He choose me over his family without hesitation. Even when his mother called me a witch, even when his father demanded he open his eyes to who I really was, even when they all but told him to choose between them and me, he chose me. I stole a glance at him. His jaw was tight, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard. He was angry. At them. At the situation. At me? I swallowed hard and looked away. This was
KellyMy fingers tapped mindlessly against my knee, but the rest of my body was still, rigid with anticipation. The weight of suspicion pressed down on my chest, making it harder to breathe. Clara was late. Not by much, just a few minutes, but that was enough to make my nerves spike. I had texted her an hour ago, and she had responded immediately. So why the delay now? Susan glanced at me, then at the door. “What if she knows?” she murmured. I swallowed. “Knows what?” “That we’re testing her.” A chill ran down my spine. The thought had crossed my mind, but I shook it off. No, Clara wouldn’t suspect anything. She had no reason to—unless, of course, she really was guilty. The knock at the door made me flinch. Susan’s eyes locked on mine, her expression unreadable. “Showtime.” I forced myself to my feet and walked over, taking a deep breath before pulling the door open. Clara stood there, her smile as bright as always. But tonight, it felt… off. Like she was trying
KellyI barely had time to react before Kate stepped into my path, her face twisted in frustration. I had just walked out of the café, Adrian beside me, when she appeared out of nowhere, blocking my way. “Where is he?” she demanded. I sighed, already exhausted. “Move, Kate.” “Not until you tell me where Dad is,” she snapped. “Where are you keeping him?” I scoffed, shaking my head. “Keeping him? Like he’s some kind of hostage?” “You know exactly what I mean,” she bit out. “You moved him. I went to the hospital, and they said he wasn’t there anymore.” I crossed my arms. “And that’s suddenly my problem?” Kate’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t piss me off, Kelly.” “Don’t do what?” I challenged her. “Take care of the man you conveniently forgot about? The man you refused to help when he needed you the most?” She flinched, but her pride wouldn’t let her back down. “I had my reasons.” “Right.” I let out a bitter laugh. “You always have your reasons, don’t you, Kate? You had your
KellyAnderson wouldn’t stop. No matter how many times I ignored his calls, deleted his messages, or blocked his number, he found ways to remind me that we could still fix things. At first, it was subtle, messages sent at odd hours. ‘Kelly, just five minutes’‘You owe me a conversation’ ‘You think Adrian will protect you forever?’‘I miss you’ Then, it escalated. I started seeing his car near my usual places. If I went to the grocery store, he was there. If I picked Harper up from daycare, I’d see him standing across the street, watching. It wasn’t just persistence, it was becoming an obession. And the worst part? He wasn’t even trying to hide it, he wanted me to know. But I refused to acknowledge him. I had given Anderson too much of my time, my love, my life. Never again. …….That afternoon, Susan had dragged me out of the house, claiming I needed a distraction after the emotional storm of the past few days. “You need fresh air, Kelly. You need caffeine,” she sa
KellyThe house was quiet that night. Adrian was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, scrolling through his phone, completely unaware of the storm inside me. For weeks, I had fought against this, against my feelings.Even when he proved himself. Even when he cut off his family. Even when he stood beside me, time and time again. I still resisted. But tonight, I was tired. Tired of pretending I didn’t feel the way I did. Tired of keeping him at arm’s length when all I wanted was to close the distance. I took a breath and walked toward him. He didn’t see me at first, not until I was close enough to touch. And then, before I could second-guess myself, I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing my cheek against his back. He stiffened. “Kelly?” His voice was careful, unsure. I squeezed him tighter, inhaling his scent, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath my touch. “I’m tired,” I whispered. He turned slightly, just enough to glance at me over his sho
Kelly’s POV Hospitals always made me uneasy. But I forced myself to move forward, gripping the bag of fresh clothes and fruit I had brought for my father. I had visited him a few times already, but it was never easy. I wasn’t sure if would ever be. Standing outside his room, I exhaled, pushing past the hesitation, and knocked lightly before stepping in. The sight of him, frail but still sharp-eyed, sent a familiar feeling of conflicted emotions through me. He was sitting up in bed, staring out of the small hospital window, lost in thought. When he heard me enter, he turned his head slowly, his gaze locking onto mine. And for the first time since I started visiting him…his eyes were clear. There was no confusion. No dazed look that came with his worsening dementia. He was present, and something about that unnerved me. “Dad,” I greeted softly, setting the bag down on the small table beside his bed. “I brought you some things. Thought you might want fresh clothes.” He didn’t
AdrianI was running out of options. Sitting in my office, staring at the endless reports on my desk, I felt the weight of frustration pressing down on me. I had been trying to find Evelyn, searching every lead, following every possible clue, but I was hitting dead ends. It was like chasing a ghost. I ran a hand through my hair, my jaw tightening. There had to be another way. If I couldn’t find Evelyn directly, maybe I could start somewhere else, somewhere closer to home. Maybe Kelly’s family held the answers I was looking for. I leaned forward, opening a new search window on my laptop. I’d never paid much attention to the Brook family’s history before, but now, something told me I needed to. I started with Jadeline Brook, Kelly’s mom. But her records were relatively clean, business dealings, investments, a sharp mind for profit. There was nothing too suspicious, at least nothing that connected to what I was looking for. Kate Brook. I didn’t even need to dig much into her. H
KellyI shouldn’t be here. That thought clung to me like a plague as I stepped into my father’s hospital room for the second day in a row. I didn’t owe this man anything, not my time, not my patience, and certainly not my concern. But somehow, here I was again, standing at his bedside, waiting for a truth I wasn’t even sure I wanted to hear. Dad looked worse than yesterday. His skin was pale, his features hollow, but his eyes, those sharp, calculating eyes, still held an unsettling expression. His lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smirk. “Back again, Kelly?” I clenched my jaw. “I’m giving you the chance to finish what you started yesterday.” His expression changed, but he said nothing. I stepped closer, folding my arms. “You said I wanted to know the truth. Fine. I’m here. Say it.” Silence. His fingers twitched against the blanket, but he still didn’t speak. My patience snapped, I was getting tired of pretending like he wasn’t getting on nerves. “For o
Dear Readers, I can’t believe we’ve reached the end of Kelly’s story. Writing this book has been an emotional rollercoaster, and I know many of you have felt the highs and lows just as deeply as I have. Kelly’s journey wasn’t easy, there was pain, heartbreak, and moments where it seemed like happiness was out of reach. But through it all, she found strength, love, and a future worth fighting for. To everyone who stuck by this story, who cried, laughed, and rooted for Kelly, Aiden, Adrian, and even the complicated characters like Anderson and Kate, thank you. Your love and support mean everything. Though this book has ended, Kelly’s story will always live on in our hearts. And who knows? Maybe one day, there will be more to tell. But for now, I hope this ending brings you the closure and warmth that Kelly fought so hard to find. With love and gratitude, MOONCHILD.
Kelly The sun is warm against my skin, the sky a perfect colour of blue. A soft breeze carries the scent of roses and fresh-cut grass. The sound of distant laughter and murmured conversations fills the air, blending seamlessly with the soft notes of a violin playing somewhere nearby. It’s perfect. Everything about this day feels surreal, like stepping into a dream I never dared to imagine. A real wedding. Not a hidden ceremony. Not a desperate attempt to silence rumors. Just love. I close my eyes for a brief moment, taking it all in. The gentle rustling of the trees. The faint sound of conversation. The quiet presence of everyone who matters. Adrian’s family is here. After months of resentment and distance, they came. His mother, his father, Olivia, both watching with cautious but genuine smiles. Susan is here, standing with them, her expression warm, proud. And in the distance, I see Aiden straightening his suit, looking nervous and determined at the same time. Harper,
KellyNine months. Nine long, exhausting, emotional months. And now, I’m here. In a hospital bed, drenched in sweat, gripping Adrian’s hand so tightly that I’m sure I’ve cut off his circulation. My body feels like it’s being torn apart, and yet, I push. “Just a little more, Kelly!” the doctor encourages. Easy for them to say. They aren’t the ones feeling like their body is being split open. Adrian leans close, his lips brushing my forehead. “You’re almost there,” he murmurs, his voice steady, calming. “I’ve got you.” Tears sting my eyes. I don’t know if it’s from the pain or the overwhelming feeling that this moment is actually happening. And then, a sharp cry fills the room. My breath catches. The world seemed to stop. The doctor lifts a tiny, wriggling body into the air. “It’s a girl!” A sob escapes me. I collapse back against the pillows, my whole body trembling. Tears slip down my temples as I hear my daughter’s first sounds. I did it. She’s here. Adrian presses a
Kelly The morning is cold, the kind of D.C winter chill that seeps through the layers of your clothes and lingers deep in your bones. I clutch my coffee cup tighter, trying to soak in the warmth as I step out of the café. The city is alive as always, cars honking, people hurrying past, lost in their own worlds. And then I see her. At first, I didn't recognize the figure crouched near the side of the building, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, the fabric frayed at the edges. Her hair is tangled, falling over a gaunt face. Her fingers, red from the cold, clutch a small cardboard sign. ‘Hungry. Please help.’My breath catches. Kate. She’s thinner than I remember. A shell of the woman she once was. She sits with her knees pulled close, gaze darting to every passerby, but no one stops. No one even looks at her. And I realize, this is what rock bottom looks like. For a long moment, I just stood there. Then, before I can talk myself out of it, I move. She doesn’t notice me at fir
Kelly It happens on a quiet afternoon. Adrian and I are sitting on the couch, Harper curled up between us, absentmindedly flipping through a picture book while Adrian scrolls through emails on his phone. It’s peaceful. And then, I see his posture stiffen. I glance at him. “What’s wrong?” His brows are furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line as he reads whatever message is on his screen. For a long moment, he doesn’t answer. Then, finally, he exhales, setting the phone down on his thigh. “My parents,” he says, rubbing his jaw. “They want to talk.” I blink. I wasn’t expecting that. “Talk… as in?” “As in dinner. A sit-down conversation.” He shakes his head slightly, as if he’s still processing it himself. “They sent an invitation. No conditions. Just… a request to see me.” I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. His parents and I became a sore subject, one of the few places where his love for me had cost him something. I know how deeply it hurt him when they rej
KellyThe call came in the middle of the night. I wake up to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. My first thought is that it’s Adrian, maybe he’s checking in from the living room where he sometimes falls asleep after reading. But when I grab my phone and see Susan’s name glowing on the screen, my stomach twists. I answer on the second ring. “He’s gone,” she says softly. Two words. Just two words, and for a second, I feel absolutely nothing. I sit there in the dark, the phone pressed to my ear, my mind blank. I should have expected it, Anderson’s health had been failing, and yet… hearing it, knowing it’s real, knowing there will never be another word, another regret-filled gaze, it’s different. Susan stays quiet, as if she knows I needed a moment. Then, like a wave finally crashing, it hits. A sharp, aching weight pressing down on my chest. My throat tightens, my vision blurs, and before I can stop it, I let out a small, choked sob. I feel Adrian shift be
KellyI grip Aiden’s hand tighter as we walk down the hallway, past closed doors and nurses who barely glance at us. His fingers clutch mine, his other hand curled into a fist at his side. I wonder if he’s nervous. If he regrets coming. Because I do. I swallow hard as we stop outside Anderson’s room. The door is slightly ajar, but I don’t move. Aiden looks up at me, uncertain. His dark eyes are searching, waiting for me to give him permission to go inside. I force myself to nod. “Are you ready?” He hesitates, then nods back. I push the door open. And we stepped. Anderson looks… different. His skin is pale, almost gray under the harsh hospital lights. The strong, confident posture he once carried is gone, replaced by sunken shoulders and frail limbs tangled in hospital sheets. But his eyes, the sharpness in them, the smug curve of his lips, that’s still him. His gaze drifts past me, landing on Aiden. And his smirk, despite everything, still appears. “Thanks for coming.” Hi
Kelly The call came in the middle of the night. My phone buzzes against the nightstand, dragging me from sleep. I blink, groggy, confusion heavy in my head as I fumble for it. Adrian stirs beside me, mumbling something unintelligible before rolling over. I don’t recognize the number. But the moment I press the phone to my ear, Susan’s voice, low and weighted with something different fills the silence. “Kelly, I’m sorry for calling so late.” I sit up instantly, dread curling in my stomach. “What’s wrong?”A beat. Then….“It’s Anderson. He doesn’t have much time.” The words don’t sink in right away. My fingers tighten around the phone. “What do you mean?” Susan exhales. “His condition worsened tonight. The doctors don’t think he’ll make it much longer. If you—” She hesitates. “If Aiden wants to see him, it has to be soon.” The room feels colder. I glance at the clock. 2:17 AM. The world outside quiet by this moment. But my body knows. My body feels the shift, I felt goo
KellyHarper was avoiding me. It wasn’t like the usual tantrums when she was upset over bedtime or not getting a second helping with ice cream. This was different. It had been days now, long enough for the silence to settle like a weight in my chest. She wouldn’t sit next to me at breakfast. Wouldn’t let me brush her hair. Wouldn’t even look me in the eyes when I spoke to her. But she clung to Adrian. If Adrian walked into a room, she was at his side in seconds, grabbing his hand, leaning against him, giggling at every little thing he said. She held onto him like he was her safe place, like she was afraid of something. Or someone. And that someone was me. I didn’t know what I had done. But I knew it was breaking me. ……It was bedtime when I finally couldn’t take it anymore. Adrian had just tucked Harper in, but instead of curling into her blankets the way she usually did, she turned away from me when I walked into the room. I swallowed the hurt and sat on the edge of her be