"Is this really okay?" I asked."Of course, dear. The men in this family are all workaholics. They never come home on time. If I waited for them to eat, I would have starved a long time ago," Lisbeth replied jokingly.I flashed a smile and followed her to the dining room.I could tell Remy had prepared the dishes just from one taste alone!"You can have as much as you like," Lisbeth said with a smile. "You must have worked really hard. I swear you're thinner than the last time I saw you.""No, ma'am! I eat a lot!""I love that. Eating is one of life's greatest pleasures!"We chatted while eating, but part of me couldn't help but listen for any noise from outside. I was waiting for him.Unfortunately, even after finishing lunch—with a stomach to show for it—he still hadn't arrived. I felt despondent, but I dared not show it.Lisbeth frowned. "That child stood us up! Something must have come up last minute. Gosh, whenever something goes wrong, he can end up working all night."
"It's alright. Madame Kenway said you're always busy with work. Sometimes, you work late into the night," I said, smiling in what I hoped was a reassuring way, though my voice quivered."Yeah. There's been a special mission. It's taking up a lot of my time, but it'll be over soon, at least," Soren replied."That's good to hear. Just be sure not to overwork yourself.""Thank you."This was a private road owned by the Kenways, so it was fine for our cars to be parked like this. Even so, I couldn't help but feel a little awkward.After a moment of silence, I waved dismissively. "You must be starving from work. You should get back for lunch! I need to return to my office.""You're a hard worker, Taylor.""Not nearly as hard as you," I replied with a chuckle before heading back to my car.Suddenly, he stepped in front of me and opened the door."T-Thank y-you," I stammered, my cheeks burning with nerves.Before closing the car door, he called out, "See you, Taylor."My heart race
I knew my sperm donor was going to come for me with a vengeance. I was prepared."Please, in the realm of marital affairs, you're a repeat offender. How could you say I did this to you?" I replied. "Besides, your wife and son were the ones who sent you to jail. Technically.""How else could she have known if you didn't tell her?!" he barked."Well, she is my mom who raised me too. Technically. I reported the case out of the kindness of my heart. You should praise me for it instead," I shot back, feeling pretty pleased with myself."Feeling smug with your smart mouth, bitch? I should have strangled you when you were a baby!"Was this the sort of thing a father should say? I seriously thought he hadn't been locked up long enough."Did you call just to shout at me? 'Cause if you're done, goodbye," I said, disappointed.He stopped me."What? Not feeling enough? You need to be careful. If you rupture a blood vessel from your fiery temper, your wife and children might belong to someo
I didn't understand it at first, but the more I thought about it, the more it seemed that the Kenways might have orchestrated our interaction from beginning to end.This wasn't just about "the Kenways being good people." It felt more like "they were doing this on purpose."But why? I was an heiress abandoned by my own family. Even my civil partner had discarded me.Sure, I might have been easy on the eyes and skilled at tailoring, but so what? Those traits alone couldn't have been enough for them to care so much.Everything started to feel suspicious.Harry was still ranting, but I hadn't been listening until he shouted, "I'm talking to you, Taylor! If you think your mom's shares aren't enough, I'll give you one-tenth of mine, too! And don't even ask for more—this alone makes you the second most influential shareholder after me!"His words made one thing clear: he was trying to drag me into his failing business. He wouldn't have let me take the second spot otherwise.He truly wa
Could one of the Kenways need a blood source for their own rare blood type?My experiences growing up taught me much about human cruelty and underhanded schemes. Even my own family had no qualms about exploiting me.As such, how could someone who wasn't even a friend or family member suddenly be so kind to me?And to think, I had believed I was lucky to have met good people.Lisbeth's cryptic words from a few days ago only deepened my suspicion that the Kenways had ulterior motives in approaching me.Then there was Edward, who had warned me about them. Maybe he knew something I didn't.Fear and anxiety churned within me.How had I managed to visit their residence alone so many times? It was isolated, in the middle of nowhere, and so vast it would be easy to get lost.If they ever decided to harm me, I'd have nowhere to run.The only reason I was still alive must have been because my mother and grandfather were protecting me from above.Still, I couldn't help but laugh at myse
Soren rejected my proposal. "Nah, it's fine. It's hardly urgent. We can schedule another time when you're free.""I don't think I'll be free anytime soon. If my sister passes away, I'll have a lot to handle. I'd rather not delay your commission, so I'd like my assistant to speak with you," I said as sincerely and politely as I could.He wasn't foolish. He immediately sensed something was off. "Taylor, why does it sound like you're distancing yourself? Have I, or my family, done something wrong?"He was as candid as ever, never one to mince words.My tongue faltered. I couldn't come up with an excuse anymore.Soren added patiently, "Please let us know if we've offended you in any way. It's alright.""N-No! Quite the opposite. You… You've been so unimaginably considerate and kind to me that it's almost…"'Almost feels like a trap!' I finished in my mind.I didn't dare say it aloud for fear of offending them.He chuckled. "Have we been so friendly that you suspect an ulterior mot
I expected this, and yet it still hurt.In my mind's eye, Soren's silhouette was so vivid—we had only just met, and yet every expression he made, his smile, his gentlemanly gestures, and his kind mannerisms were etched into my memory.My melancholy lingered for a while, but when it was time to leave, I rose and mentally prepared myself for the hospital visit.Fighting the Joneses was an uphill battle. I had no time to waste lamenting feelings or sentimentalities. Time was the only relief I had now.-When I arrived at the hospital, I saw Harry and Cameron waiting. These two should have been locked up, and yet here they were, free as ever. Edward had to be behind it.Maddison's condition was as bad as they had claimed. She was hooked to all sorts of equipment—wires and tubes obscured her, and she relied on a respirator hooked to her nose.Her eyes lacked vitality. Her skin was sallow. She turned slowly and shot me a glare of resentment.Edward looked no better. Dark bags hung un
Edward already knew the kind of person Maddison was. He knew he had made a mistake in being with her.Unfortunately, his ego mattered more than his integrity, and he refused to admit his mistake. Instead, he kept telling himself—and everyone else—that she was different from the person she had already revealed herself to be.But now, Maddison no longer wanted to pretend. She had unmasked herself, and in doing so, she had stripped Edward's ego bare.How could he not feel embarrassed?Maddison knew her days were numbered. There was no reason to pretend she understood what "shame" and "decency" meant anymore.She extended her hand and said arrogantly, "Give me the bracelet! You signed those papers, so don't try to change your mind halfway!"I held the bracelet, meeting her gaze with a cold, unfazed stare.She turned to Edward for help."Eddy, please help me take the bracelet and let me wear it. Please?" she cooed weakly, raising her hand with difficulty.I looked into Edward's eye
I had finished with the milk powder and was starting to shake the milk bottle when I glanced at him and said, "That's all I can offer to answer your questions."If you're trying to blame me for not telling you earlier, I'm sorry, but I don't have an explanation. I didn't know how to bring it up in that situation."Besides… I knew I wasn't in perfect health when I got pregnant. I had been on medication, and the doctor said there was no guarantee Hale would be healthy."At the time, I decided to do my best to take care of myself and wait for a second test. If it turned out I couldn't continue the pregnancy and had to either abort or even induce labor…"Anyway, there were too many factors to consider, so I didn't tell you."I handed the milk bottle to Silas and added, "You should sit down. He won't be able to drink his milk if you keep moving around."Soren took Silas back to the living room and sat down, while I unpacked my luggage to avoid facing his glares any longer.Once Silas
Silas kept crying, clinging to my neck like a koala.Soren looked both helpless and nervous. "Why is he crying? Is he unwell?"Seeing his anxious expression, my anger melted away. I even pitied him a little… He was nothing more than a father meeting his son for the first time.My tone softened as I explained, "He just woke up. He'll be fine in a minute."Soren nodded, his eyes fixed on Silas.As expected, the little fellow calmed down before long and started looking around… only to realize he was in an unfamiliar place surrounded by strangers.His gaze eventually settled on Soren.Silas was still teary-eyed, his mouth slightly pouted. When he spotted Soren, he grew calm, his eyes locked on the man before him.Father and son stared at each other for a while…I had no idea what Silas was thinking, but the way he looked at Soren was telling. It was as if he instinctively recognized the man as family.Silas probably didn't understand bloodlines or genetics, but he seemed certain
"What else do you think? Or do you think there's no need to explain because it has nothing to do with me at all?" Soren's voice was gentle, still soft out of consideration for our sleeping child.But I could tell he was angry, and that made me nervous.I avoided his gaze and replied softly, "It was an accident, and we were already separated for some time when I found out.""That's your reason for not telling me all this?" Soren clearly didn't believe a word I said.I pursed my lips and frowned.The truth was, there was nothing for me to explain. My pregnancy was an accident, and I decided to keep the child because I couldn't bring myself to end a life.Besides, I didn't have much time to think it over at the time.Cornered, I raised my voice, fighting back. "What do you want me to say? The fact is, he's here now. You're free to be part of his life if you want. Otherwise, you can forget he even exists.""Taylor!" My words only made Soren angrier. "How could you say something so
Tears welled up in my eyes as I stared at the screen, Jean's words echoing in my mind.She was right—it would be unfair to our child to hide his father's identity from him forever. In fact, it would be cruel.No matter how good a mother I was, I knew I could never give him the love of a father.On the other hand, Soren clearly loved children and would make an excellent father.I collected my thoughts and replied to Jean's message.Me: [I'll be there soon.]As soon as I was downstairs, however, doubt crept in.I hadn't lived in that neighborhood for long, and it had been two years since I'd left. The surroundings had changed a bit, and I nearly lost my way as I wandered through the area. It wasn't until Jean called me that I found the courage to head upstairs.I expected Amanda to answer the door, but instead, a tall man appeared.The bright light from behind him cast his face in shadow, and I couldn't see his features clearly.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe. My gaze
"Alright. You should go home to Hale," my aunt urged. "I'll take care of Mom, okay? Go home and get some proper rest. Bring Hale here tomorrow."I barely had time to respond before my phone rang. It was Jean. I wondered if my son had woken up and they couldn't calm him down."Hey, Jeannie? I'll be right there!" I said hurriedly.To my surprise, Jean stammered, "Er, T-Tay? Um..."A chill ran down my spine. Something was off. "What's going on, Jeannie?"I heard a shuffle—someone else had taken the phone.Then, a voice I hadn't heard in years, except in my dreams, spoke. "Which hospital are you at? I'll drive over."I froze. The phone nearly slipped from my hand.My aunt's expression turned serious. "What is it, Taylor? Is Hale upset because he couldn't see you?"I shook my head, stunned. My lips moved, but no sound came out.How? How did he know I was back? And to go straight to Amanda's?Soren... must've seen him. He had to have seen his son."Hello? Taylor, are you still th
Jean and Amanda arrived together. I was pulling my suitcase with one hand and pushing the pram with the other when they waved at me."Welcome back, my friend! Hale, come to your Jea-Jea!" Jean rushed forward and scooped my son out of the pram.Amanda didn't even glance at me. She had eyes only for Silas. "Whoa! He's a carbon copy of his old man! Where the hell did your genes go, girl?"Jean raised an eyebrow. "Told ya I wasn't exaggerating.""You weren't kidding. He wouldn't even need a paternity test to prove this lil' guy is the fruit of his loins," Amanda said loud enough that a few heads turned.I'd had enough of being ignored. "Hey! What about me? Did you two show up for me or for him?""Him, 100%. You're just his plus-one," Jean shot back with a grin.Amanda finally turned around and gave me a hug. "Oh, sorry, babe. Welcome back!"That hug made all the difference. "I could say the same about you both. It's really good to see you girls."We headed into the city. On the wa
Before I could respond, Jean asked, "Don't you think this is a bit unfair to your son? His father's still alive, yet he'll never get to know him.""I didn't say he won't ever see his dad. I just… don't want it to happen now," I muttered.I was afraid Soren would fight for custody. I thought it might be better to wait until Silas was old enough to make his own informed decisions. Then, if I had to, I'd let them meet."But this is when a son needs his dad the most! A father missing out on his child's early years will be something both of them regret deeply," Jean said gently.Her words echoed in my head. Thoughts spun out of control. I just wanted the conversation to end."I… I'll think about it. You should get some rest, too. Tomorrow we're going on an excursion!"-Jean stayed for four days before flying off to her next destination. Her family had been pressuring her to find a boyfriend for the past two years, and she'd spent every major festival, including Brigidlia, abroad jus
Soren had no idea whether I was still single or how I was faring. Just in case he ever needed to escape the confines his family had imposed on him and rescue me from my misery, he had chosen to remain single himself.The thought of hearing about me after he married must fill him with dread. If I was still alone, he wanted to be my partner again. He longed to be with me, but his family had ensnared him.My son had finished his bath. I rocked him to sleep before returning to the living room.Jean was gazing at the night view from the balcony. She turned to me. "I'm surprised people here celebrate Brigidlia too.""There are people who share our ethnicity and culture everywhere. A festival helps them feel connected.""So, is my boy asleep?" she asked."Mm-hmm. I don't let him nap too much during the day so he can sleep early at night. Then I can get some time to myself."She stared at me for a few seconds. "You're a goddamn superwoman, aren't you? Raising a kid on your own and still
I had dreamed of Soren several times over the past two years.Each time, he would see how difficult it had been to raise the child alone and strangle me, shouting, "I told you, didn't I? If I hear any news about your life being anything less than perfect, I'll drag you back here, whether you want it or not!"I would wake up with a start, muttering bitterly, "Why is this just a dream?"I missed Soren.Sometimes, I daydreamed about his reaction to seeing his own son. Other times, I imagined us getting back together and living as a real, happy family.That would be so great.Jean nodded. "I think so too! Do you know he's still single? I don't think he's let go of you yet.""That's impossible. Maybe he doesn't want a romantic relationship at all."She shook her head. "I heard that his grandfather's condition has worsened. He probably doesn't have long. And yet Soren still ignores his command to marry.""His grandfather is sick again?""What do you mean again? He's old and sick. I