Anna looked down at her son, whose tiny fingers curled around hers. She felt a fierce determination swell within her. This child was innocent, and she would do everything in her power to protect and provide for him. Meanwhile, Sergey Alexandrovich, the millionaire tycoon, returned to his life of luxury and negotiations, yet something gnawed… CONTINUE READING »
Months passed, and Anna, with Elena’s help, began to piece her life back together. She took on work at a local café, balancing coffee cups and customer orders with her baby strapped to her chest. Her dreams of returning to her studies flickered like a distant star, but she knew she had to be patient…. CONTINUE READING »
Anna decided to send a copy of the letter anonymously to Sergey’s office. It was a long shot, but she hoped it might stir something within him. When Sergey received the letter, he was alone in his office. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie light over the cityscape. He unfolded the… CONTINUE READING »
Determined to make amends, Sergey set out to find Anna. He tracked her down to the café where she worked, arriving one morning unannounced. As he watched her from a distance, juggling the demands of motherhood and work with grace and resilience, he felt a deep sense of remorse. When Anna finally met his gaze,… CONTINUE READING »
A chorus of cheerful voices echoed through the hallway. It was a gathering, a celebration, one I clearly was not meant to be part of. Rebecca opened the door, her face a palette of shock and discomfort. “Ruth! What are you doing here?” she stammered. I tried to smile, though my heart was pounding with… CONTINUE READING »
Rebecca stepped aside reluctantly, revealing the scene inside. The house was filled with laughter, adults mingling with glasses of wine, while Emma and Tyler ran around with other children. It was then that I saw Marcus, chatting animatedly with a group of friends. He turned and saw me, his expression instantly shifting from relaxed to… CONTINUE READING »
I felt a cold wave crash over me. This isn’t how family treats family. “It looks like you’re doing well,” I said, my voice dripping with unintended bitterness as I glanced at the luxury surroundings and the guests dressed in designer clothes. “Marcus, we need to talk.” He guided me outside to the patio, away… CONTINUE READING »
Marcus looked down, avoiding my eyes. “Things picked up, Mom. Rebecca got a new job. We were going to tell you, but…” “But what, Marcus? You just forgot about me?” My voice rose in frustration. “Forgot that I was worried sick? Your own mother?” He sighed heavily. “We didn’t want you to worry anymore. We… CONTINUE READING »
It was then that I made the decision. I had been lenient, more than understanding. I had given without question, and this was the thanks I received. “I’m taking back the house, Marcus.” His head shot up, eyes wide with disbelief. “What? Mom, you can’t be serious.” “I am,” I said, my voice firm and… CONTINUE READING »
Her message was brief, a stark contrast to the emotional storm she had unleashed just weeks prior: “Will be there at 1. Bringing a pie.” The simplicity of her words might have seemed like olive branches to some, but to us, they felt like mere tactical maneuvers. Michael and I exchanged a glance, silently agreeing… CONTINUE READING »