LOGINHe collapsed into sobs.I turned and walked toward the boarding gate without looking back.As the plane took off, I received one last message from Dan.[I’m sorry. I love you.]Staring at those words, I remembered the indifferent expression on his face as he said, “I deliberately had you reassigned...” I deleted his number.Love?After everything he had done, did he really have the right to say that word?Once I returned to the desert, I threw myself into work.The new project progressed smoothly, and the team I led went on to win a major international award.At the ceremony, the presenter introduced me to the audience. “Over the past five years, this remarkable scientist persevered under some of the harshest conditions imaginable and helped achieve breakthroughs that advanced an entire field.”Thunderous applause filled the room.‘This is what I’m meant to do,’ I thought to myself.Dan’s company eventually went under.After suffering a stroke, his father never regaine
She said over the phone, “Everyone at the company is talking about it now. They’re saying that you were the real talent all along and Hayley was nothing but a fraud.”I said nothing.Meanwhile, Hayley fell apart.She started smashing things around the house and screaming at Dan, “This is all your fault! You ruined me! If you hadn’t pushed me to do all of this, none of this would’ve happened!”It was only then that Dan realized he too had been nothing more than a pawn in Hayley’s plan.She had used him from the very beginning to climb the ladder. The first child had been hers and Nathan’s. She simply needed someone willing to raise it as his own.Dan’s mother found out where I was living.I could hear her crying through the door.“Stella, I know we wronged you, but Dan was deceived too. He’s suffered these past five years as well.”She was banging on my door.“Please, Stella. I’m begging you. Have mercy on our family. Mr. Hill suffered a stroke after everything came out. He’s
The email chain clearly showed Dan’s own replies.[Revise according to Hayley’s feedback. Results to be shared.]“Shared?” I snorted.“Stella, all of us felt it was unfair to you,” Andrew said. “Everything you worked yourself to the bone for ended up building her career.”I copied every email. As I was leaving, Andrew hurried after me.“Stella, be careful. The Hill family has deep roots in this city.”I nodded.The most ironic discovery came next. Hayley’s second child was not Dan’s either.A nurse at the hospital turned out to be married to one of the guys I had worked with on the desert project. She told me privately, “While Hayley was pregnant, there was this man who came to see her all the time. He wore glasses, and he was well-dressed as well as very polished. I overheard them say that they would run away together once they got the Hill family’s money.”Then, she pulled out a blurry photograph.It was a screenshot from a parking garage security camera. The man’s face w
There was no return address.Inside, I found a paternity test report.The test had been conducted by Kingston Hospital, and it was dated five years earlier.[Subjects: Dan Hill (alleged father), and the child of Hayley Olsen (the mother).][Conclusion: Paternity excluded.]I was stunned.The child that had forced Dan to make a choice five years ago was not his at all.My hands began to shake as I flipped to the final page. The examiner’s signature read: [Robin Shipp.]The name sounded familiar. He was a retired chief of genetics at Kingston Hospital.Through old contacts, I managed to track down his address.When he opened the door and saw me, his eyes darted away before I could even speak.“Ms. Elba, I can’t help you.”He tried to close the door, and I wedged my foot into the gap.“Dr. Shipp, I only want the truth.”He sighed and motioned me inside.I sat on his couch, and he went to pour me a glass of water. His hands would not stop shaking.“Dr. Shipp, someone came
She was sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket draped across her knees. She was reading a book.Her profile was thin, but her features were gentle.As I passed by, she looked up.“Here for treatment too?” she asked.I stopped.“Yeah.”She smiled.“I’ve been here for six months. I would’ve remembered you if I had seen you before.”She closed the book in her lap. The title on the cover was [The Road].“I’m Alice Light,” she said. “I used to teach piano.”I glanced at the empty right leg of her pants and decided not to ask.She did not seem to mind and continued, “Two years ago, I got into a car accident and lost my leg. My husband left me for another woman, and I lost my job too.”She said it so casually that it sounded like she was talking about someone else.“There was a time when I wanted to die too.”She tapped the book resting on her lap. “Then, I read this. That man lost almost everything. The world around him fell apart, and he just kept going. So, I thought, if he
Three months later, I had lost so much weight I barely recognized myself.The humid air of the small coastal town clung to my skin. The studio apartment I rented was on the sixth floor of an old walk-up building.Every time I climbed the stairs, I had to stop halfway and brace myself against the wall to catch my breath.A mirror hung on the back of the door. The woman staring back at me had tangled short hair, sharp cheekbones, and dark circles etched beneath her eyes.I barely recognized myself.My landlady was kind. She knew I spent my days taking freelance translation jobs. She would occasionally bring me a bowl of homemade soup. “Don’t work yourself so hard, sweetheart,” she would say.I would thank her and go right back to typing.One sleeping pill became two. Eventually, it took three just to get a few hours of restless sleep.In my dreams, the desert wind never stopped blowing. It scraped against my skin and stung my face raw.I would wake up to find my pillow damp wi







