LOGINHarold’s POV“Cyndrel!” I shouted.A heavy wave of panic hit my chest. I never expected her to do something so dangerous and crazy. My eyes moved back and forth, and for a few seconds, I stood completely frozen, not knowing what to do. Her knees buckled, and she began to fall toward the hard floor. I moved as fast as I could, rushing forward to catch her body in my arms before she hit the ground.I knelt on the floor, holding her tightly against my chest. My hands immediately became wet with her blood.“Cyndrel, please! Cyndrel!” I begged, my voice shaking with pure fear.She was gasping for air, her chest moving up and down in short, painful breaths. She looked up, fixing her weak eyes on mine. With her hands shaking uncontrollably, she reached out and whispered, “Y-You are the only one I have left, Harold.”My entire body was trembling now. Behind me, the little boy, Alex, was crying at the top of his lungs.“Mommy! No! Mommy, wake up!” he screamed, his face completely red from tear
Harold’s POV“What do you mean?”Cyndrel took a step forward. At first, I thought she was completely alone, but then I noticed someone behind her. She was holding the hand of a little boy. The child was crying loudly, his face wet with tears as he pulled on her coat.“Mommy, please! I want us to go back to daddy again!” the little boy begged, his voice shaking.“No, Alex,” Cyndrel said, her voice hard as she looked down at him. “We cannot go back to him anymore. It is over.”Then, she looked up and fixed her eyes on me. I could see a deep fear in her expression, mixed with fresh tears. “Please, Harold,” she whispered, her voice desperate. “Come back to me.”I stared at her, completely shocked. “What?” I said, my voice rising. “Are you out of your fucking mind? Why are you even here, Cyndrel? How did you even get past my security gates?”She did not answer my questions. Instead of listening to me, she used her shoulder to push herself past me, walking right into my house. She started t
We almost crashed.The moment the confession left my lips, David’s entire body went rigid. His hands violently jerked, losing all grip on the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve sharply to the left, then to the right.“David!” I screamed, a raw, paralyzing panic seizing my chest.Through the windshield, a massive delivery truck was barreling straight toward us, its horn blaring a deafening, terrifying warning. In that split second, time slowed to a sickening crawl. I genuinely thought I was going to die. Every fragmented memory of my life—the mistakes, the heartaches, the quiet laughter of my son Daniel—flashed vividly before my eyes.At the very last second, a primal survival instinct kicked in. David violently yanked the wheel, swerving the car onto the far shoulder of the road. He slammed on the brakes, the car skidding across the gravel before he violently twisted the key, cutting the engine entirely.The silence that followed was suffocating. Both of us sat frozen, chests h
“Get out of here, David.”The words came out sharp, laced with a desperate fury as I tried to mask the sudden tremor in my hands. “I don’t care what you have to say. I don’t fucking believe a single word coming out of your mouth.”I turned my back on him immediately. I couldn’t let him see my face. I couldn’t let him see the exact moment the final pillar of my composure crumbled. Deep down, I already knew. I had spent the last twenty-four hours drowning in the agonizing intuition that Harold was keeping massive secrets from me, but hearing the brutal, verbal confirmation from David felt like a physical blade piercing my chest. It was one thing to suspect the man you loved was lying; it was another to have his brother throw the evidence at your feet.Before I could take a step back, David’s hand clamped firmly around my forearm, his grip anchoring me to the pavement.“Sandra, stop. Look at me,” he pleaded, his voice thick with a heavy, exhausting desperation. “I can see the pain in you
David's POV“W-What?” I blinked, “No. No, please, Cyndrel. I’m not going to let you do this. Please don’t leave me.”The words ripped out of my throat, raw and humiliated, but I didn’t care about my pride anymore.I was practically begging her, the absolute terror of a collapsing life making me weak. Right there in the middle of the park, I dropped to my knees in front of my own wife.I reached out, desperately trying to anchor myself to the hem of her coat, to anything that would keep her from stepping away.But Cyndrel didn’t even hesitate. With a cold, systematic disgust, she slapped my hands away and took a sharp step back.“It’s over between us, David,” she said, her voice flat, devoid of any of the warmth that used to anchor my chaotic world. “You had your chance. In fact, I gave you multiple chances. I forgave you even when I knew behind my back you were bullshitting me, doing whatever the hell you wanted. But now? It’s completely over. So please, just save whatever sanity we b
When I woke up the next morning, the adrenaline from the previous day had completely evaporated, leaving behind a raw, localized agony.I sat on the edge of the closed toilet seat in the bathroom, carefully dabbing antiseptic over the burn. The skin was beginning to bruise, blistering in angry red patches where the surface layer was starting to peel away.Yesterday, I was so shocked by David’s confession that I barely felt the burn from the hot cappuccino. But now, in the bright morning light, I had to face it. It hurt a lot—a sharp, throbbing pain that reminded me how quickly my life had fallen apart.I was focusing entirely on my own skin, trying to blink through the pain, when a large pair of hands suddenly mirrored my movements from behind.“Sandra, let me.”I flinched.Harold was standing right behind me, his voice a low, heavy rumble. He reached down, gently trying to take the antiseptic bottle from my fingers. “I want to know what happened. Please, just let me help you treat th
“Mommy, what’s going on?” Daniel asked softly.I lowered my gaze to him. He was still holding the drawing he made for Harold. My chest tightened at the sight.David’s eyes lingered on Daniel longer than they should have.There was something in his expression. I could almost see the thoughts forming
Watching Harold play with Daniel, you’d never guess he was a man with secrets.There’s a softness in his eyes when he looks at my son. It makes my heart ache in the best way possible. Hearing him tell David so firmly that Daniel belongs to us... it felt like a shield being placed around us.Still, I
I couldn’t believe this.After so many years, I was finally standing in front of David again.But this—this wasn’t the reaction I expected from him.Everything happened so fast. One second, the air was tense, and the next, David’s fist had already landed on Harold’s face.“Harold!” I rushed to his
Harold’s POVWhen she turned her back on me, I couldn’t stop the curse that slipped out of my mouth.“Fuck,” I hissed, the word heavy with a frustration I couldn’t contain.I dragged a hand through my hair, gripping the strands for a second as if that physical pressure could somehow ground me. I kn







