The days passed without any major surprises. Their routine felt like a neatly engraved pattern. Each morning began with breakfast with Logan, which, despite often being colored by small debates, still felt familiar. After that, Victoria continued with special therapy designed to help her recover.Logan's progress has been remarkable. Now, he is able to stand for longer periods of time and has even started to walk with the help of a cane. Although his steps are still unsteady, the spirit radiating from his eyes makes all the hard work feel worth it.“You know, Victoria,” he said one day, looking at her from where he was standing, ”I'm starting to feel like myself again. It feels like I have control over my life.”Victoria smiled, trying to hide the emotions that began to well up in her eyes. “That's because you never gave up, Logan. It's all thanks to your efforts.”She chuckled, her voice deep and full of warmth. ”And thanks to you too. If it weren't for you, I might have given up a l
That night, after making sure Abigail was fast asleep, Victoria walked steadily down the hallway of the house. There were too many questions in her head, and she needed answers. Right now.She knew there was only one person who could answer them.Ben.The man was not hard to find. As she expected, he was sitting in his study, surrounded by piles of documents and computer screens displaying important data. His expression remained calm and focused, but Victoria knew Ben was always ready for serious discussion whenever necessary.She knocked on the door lightly. “Ben, can I bother you for a moment?”Ben looked up from his work, smiled slightly before nodding. “Of course, ma'am. How can I help?”Victoria went inside, closing the door behind her to make sure no one heard. She immediately sat in the chair across from the man's desk.Without further ado, she looked at Ben seriously. ”I want to know about Yohana Heiss.”For a moment, there was a flash of surprise in Ben's eyes. He did not ans
That morning, the aroma of toast and coffee filled the dining room. Victoria had just finished arranging the last plate on the table when a small step was heard approaching.“Mommy, I'm hungry!”Abigail appeared with a bright smile, immediately climbing onto her favorite chair.Victoria chuckled, rubbing her daughter's soft hair. “Just a moment, dear. Breakfast is ready.”The little girl nodded, but her brow furrowed when she saw the chair at the end of the table still empty. “Where is Uncle Logan? Why isn't he out yet?”Victoria was wondering the same thing. Usually, Logan would have been here before they finished preparing. Her eyes glanced at the dining room door.“Ella,” she called softly to the butler standing by the door.“Yes, ma'am?”“Could you look in Mr. Logan's room? He hasn't come out yet.”But before Ella had time to move, the sound of Logan's chair wheels was heard from the hallway.Victoria turned and saw him appear with Ben. But this time, something was different.Loga
The car Logan was riding in drove smoothly on the highway, cutting through the hustle and bustle of the city that was starting to get busy with morning activities. From the back seat, his gaze was gazing out the window, staring at the tall buildings that seemed to challenge the sky. However, his thoughts drifted to another place—a past that had been a nightmare, and a present that gave him a glimmer of hope.It never crossed his mind that this day would come. The day he returned to the office. Back to a place that once felt like a second home, before everything turned into a battlefield under Grace's grip.From the front seat, Ben broke the silence. “All the documents are ready, sir. I made sure there were no loopholes they could exploit.”Logan nodded quietly, trying to calm the anxiety that was beginning to creep into his mind. “Good. Make sure we keep monitoring the situation from a safe distance. I don't want to make any rash moves.”Ben glanced over, his eyes full of confidence.
Logan's steps into the large meeting room brought an almost suffocating silence. The board members sitting at the long table looked surprised, some whispering to each other, trying to digest the presence of a man who should never have returned.At the end of the room, sitting haughtily in the main chair, Grace stared at him with an expression that was difficult to interpret—surprised, angry, or afraid? However, in a matter of seconds, her surprise was replaced by the fake smile she used to cover her lies.“Logan,” she said in a gentle tone, like a hostess welcoming back a long-lost guest. ‘I didn't expect you to come.”Logan stared at her sharply, the thin curl on his lips resembling a sneer rather than a smile. ’You didn't expect it, Grace? Or did you just hope I wouldn't come back?”Several people in the room coughed quietly, clearly uncomfortable with the tension that suddenly filled the air.“Logan,” James tried to take over the atmosphere. ”We just want to make sure the company i
The car drove at a steady speed, cutting through the city streets which were starting to empty. The street lights glowed behind the window glass, creating a faint reflection in Logan's eyes as he stared into space.His mind was not completely at ease. The victory in the meeting room earlier had been a big step, but he knew the fight was not over. Grace and James were not the type to give up easily. They might have been cornered, but like wounded snakes, they could have attacked in a more cunning way.Logan sighed softly, then reached for his cellphone. His fingers moved quickly looking for a name on the contact list—Victoria.For a moment he hesitated, but finally pressed the call button.The dial tone sounded several times before a soft but alert voice greeted him. “Mr. Logan? What's up?”Logan leaned back, trying to sound casual even though deep down he just wanted to make sure the woman was okay. ‘What are you doing right now?’ he asked bluntly.“I just put Abby to bed,” Victoria r
Abigail ran up to him, her big smile making her tiny face even brighter.Logan crouched slowly, trying not to put too much weight on his legs. He opened his arms, welcoming the little girl into his arms.“How was your day, Abby?“ he asked, rubbing her silky hair.“Today was fun!” Abigail exclaimed enthusiastically. “I learned a lot from Miss Hana, and... I was waiting for you to come home!”Logan's smile grew wider. This child always knew how to make him feel appreciated. “You're a smart girl,” he praised, pinching her cheek gently.From the kitchen, Victoria appeared. Her smile was as friendly as ever, but Logan could see something different in her eyes—something warmer.“Welcome back, Mr. Logan. How was your trip?” she asked politely.Logan raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Is that a new way of welcoming a husband?” he teased in a light tone, even though he knew the woman would maintain formality.Victoria chuckled, her expression softening slightly. “I have prepared a special
That morning, Victoria woke up feeling a sense of relief that she rarely felt. The anxiety that had been haunting her mind was slowly fading away. Logan was starting to show signs of returning to his old self—not just a wounded and angry man, but someone trying to find his way back.Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a golden hue into the room. Warm. Bringing hope.In the kitchen, Victoria began preparing breakfast. Every movement felt like a ritual, giving her time to reflect on the days they had spent together. Cheese omelet for Abigail, fluffy pancakes for Logan, and warm lemon tea for herself. Her hope was simple—this morning would be a better start for everyone in this house.“Uncle Logan is up, Mom?”Abigail's cheerful voice broke her reverie. The little girl stood by the table with shining eyes, full of enthusiasm as usual.“Not yet, dear,” Victoria replied, stirring the pancake batter. ‘But he will be out soon. This morning, we have breakfast together.”Ab
The man's gaze was sharp, as if he could see into his mind. “Don't let him bother you. I've taken steps to make sure he can't do anything.”Victoria nodded slowly, although her heart was still filled with an inexplicable anxiety.To take her mind off things, Victoria spent time with Abigail in the playroom. The little girl sat on the floor, busy coloring with a concentrated face.“Mommy, who was that angry person outside?” Abigail suddenly asked without taking her eyes off the picture she was coloring.Victoria was silent for a moment. Then, with a calm smile, she said, ”Just a rude guest, dear. Nothing to worry about.”Abigail nodded, but the look in her eyes showed a little anxiety. “I don't like people who are angry. They're scary.”Victoria rubbed her head gently. ‘Mama doesn't like them either. But don't worry, Uncle Logan and Mama will always protect you.”The little girl finally smiled, before handing over the picture she had just finished. ’It's for Mama.”Victoria stared at t
That morning, Victoria woke up feeling a sense of relief that she rarely felt. The anxiety that had been haunting her mind was slowly fading away. Logan was starting to show signs of returning to his old self—not just a wounded and angry man, but someone trying to find his way back.Sunlight filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a golden hue into the room. Warm. Bringing hope.In the kitchen, Victoria began preparing breakfast. Every movement felt like a ritual, giving her time to reflect on the days they had spent together. Cheese omelet for Abigail, fluffy pancakes for Logan, and warm lemon tea for herself. Her hope was simple—this morning would be a better start for everyone in this house.“Uncle Logan is up, Mom?”Abigail's cheerful voice broke her reverie. The little girl stood by the table with shining eyes, full of enthusiasm as usual.“Not yet, dear,” Victoria replied, stirring the pancake batter. ‘But he will be out soon. This morning, we have breakfast together.”Ab
Abigail ran up to him, her big smile making her tiny face even brighter.Logan crouched slowly, trying not to put too much weight on his legs. He opened his arms, welcoming the little girl into his arms.“How was your day, Abby?“ he asked, rubbing her silky hair.“Today was fun!” Abigail exclaimed enthusiastically. “I learned a lot from Miss Hana, and... I was waiting for you to come home!”Logan's smile grew wider. This child always knew how to make him feel appreciated. “You're a smart girl,” he praised, pinching her cheek gently.From the kitchen, Victoria appeared. Her smile was as friendly as ever, but Logan could see something different in her eyes—something warmer.“Welcome back, Mr. Logan. How was your trip?” she asked politely.Logan raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Is that a new way of welcoming a husband?” he teased in a light tone, even though he knew the woman would maintain formality.Victoria chuckled, her expression softening slightly. “I have prepared a special
The car drove at a steady speed, cutting through the city streets which were starting to empty. The street lights glowed behind the window glass, creating a faint reflection in Logan's eyes as he stared into space.His mind was not completely at ease. The victory in the meeting room earlier had been a big step, but he knew the fight was not over. Grace and James were not the type to give up easily. They might have been cornered, but like wounded snakes, they could have attacked in a more cunning way.Logan sighed softly, then reached for his cellphone. His fingers moved quickly looking for a name on the contact list—Victoria.For a moment he hesitated, but finally pressed the call button.The dial tone sounded several times before a soft but alert voice greeted him. “Mr. Logan? What's up?”Logan leaned back, trying to sound casual even though deep down he just wanted to make sure the woman was okay. ‘What are you doing right now?’ he asked bluntly.“I just put Abby to bed,” Victoria r
Logan's steps into the large meeting room brought an almost suffocating silence. The board members sitting at the long table looked surprised, some whispering to each other, trying to digest the presence of a man who should never have returned.At the end of the room, sitting haughtily in the main chair, Grace stared at him with an expression that was difficult to interpret—surprised, angry, or afraid? However, in a matter of seconds, her surprise was replaced by the fake smile she used to cover her lies.“Logan,” she said in a gentle tone, like a hostess welcoming back a long-lost guest. ‘I didn't expect you to come.”Logan stared at her sharply, the thin curl on his lips resembling a sneer rather than a smile. ’You didn't expect it, Grace? Or did you just hope I wouldn't come back?”Several people in the room coughed quietly, clearly uncomfortable with the tension that suddenly filled the air.“Logan,” James tried to take over the atmosphere. ”We just want to make sure the company i
The car Logan was riding in drove smoothly on the highway, cutting through the hustle and bustle of the city that was starting to get busy with morning activities. From the back seat, his gaze was gazing out the window, staring at the tall buildings that seemed to challenge the sky. However, his thoughts drifted to another place—a past that had been a nightmare, and a present that gave him a glimmer of hope.It never crossed his mind that this day would come. The day he returned to the office. Back to a place that once felt like a second home, before everything turned into a battlefield under Grace's grip.From the front seat, Ben broke the silence. “All the documents are ready, sir. I made sure there were no loopholes they could exploit.”Logan nodded quietly, trying to calm the anxiety that was beginning to creep into his mind. “Good. Make sure we keep monitoring the situation from a safe distance. I don't want to make any rash moves.”Ben glanced over, his eyes full of confidence.
That morning, the aroma of toast and coffee filled the dining room. Victoria had just finished arranging the last plate on the table when a small step was heard approaching.“Mommy, I'm hungry!”Abigail appeared with a bright smile, immediately climbing onto her favorite chair.Victoria chuckled, rubbing her daughter's soft hair. “Just a moment, dear. Breakfast is ready.”The little girl nodded, but her brow furrowed when she saw the chair at the end of the table still empty. “Where is Uncle Logan? Why isn't he out yet?”Victoria was wondering the same thing. Usually, Logan would have been here before they finished preparing. Her eyes glanced at the dining room door.“Ella,” she called softly to the butler standing by the door.“Yes, ma'am?”“Could you look in Mr. Logan's room? He hasn't come out yet.”But before Ella had time to move, the sound of Logan's chair wheels was heard from the hallway.Victoria turned and saw him appear with Ben. But this time, something was different.Loga
That night, after making sure Abigail was fast asleep, Victoria walked steadily down the hallway of the house. There were too many questions in her head, and she needed answers. Right now.She knew there was only one person who could answer them.Ben.The man was not hard to find. As she expected, he was sitting in his study, surrounded by piles of documents and computer screens displaying important data. His expression remained calm and focused, but Victoria knew Ben was always ready for serious discussion whenever necessary.She knocked on the door lightly. “Ben, can I bother you for a moment?”Ben looked up from his work, smiled slightly before nodding. “Of course, ma'am. How can I help?”Victoria went inside, closing the door behind her to make sure no one heard. She immediately sat in the chair across from the man's desk.Without further ado, she looked at Ben seriously. ”I want to know about Yohana Heiss.”For a moment, there was a flash of surprise in Ben's eyes. He did not ans
The days passed without any major surprises. Their routine felt like a neatly engraved pattern. Each morning began with breakfast with Logan, which, despite often being colored by small debates, still felt familiar. After that, Victoria continued with special therapy designed to help her recover.Logan's progress has been remarkable. Now, he is able to stand for longer periods of time and has even started to walk with the help of a cane. Although his steps are still unsteady, the spirit radiating from his eyes makes all the hard work feel worth it.“You know, Victoria,” he said one day, looking at her from where he was standing, ”I'm starting to feel like myself again. It feels like I have control over my life.”Victoria smiled, trying to hide the emotions that began to well up in her eyes. “That's because you never gave up, Logan. It's all thanks to your efforts.”She chuckled, her voice deep and full of warmth. ”And thanks to you too. If it weren't for you, I might have given up a l