Seraphina sat across the room, her swollen belly cradled proudly beneath designer fabric, radiant in a way that only money and constant attention could create. Everything about her existence screamed luxury and security. Stephen’s arm circled her waist, his touch cautious and reverent, as though she were something fragile and priceless.

She stuck out her lower lip, voice soft and spoiled.

“My stomach feels so heavy lately. The babies won’t stop moving. I don’t even know who they take after, but they’ve been making life so difficult for me.”

Stephen dropped to one knee in front of her like a worshipper at an altar and kissed the curve of her belly.

“Hey, behave in there,” he murmured. “Don’t make your mom suffer. When you’re finally out, I’ll be the one dealing with you.”

Seraphina giggled. “You’re not seriously going to scold your own twins, are you?”

He laced his fingers through hers and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.

“Do you know how much it tore me apart when you came to me five years ago, crying like that? You were just a young girl who made one wrong move at work, and my wife wanted to ruin your life for it. I had no choice but to hide you in that villa, to keep you safe. And even after everything, you were strong enough to carry my children.” He rested his forehead against hers. “I swear, Seraphina… no one will ever come before you. I’ll protect you. I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

Her eyes shimmered with tears. She brushed her fingers along his cheek, shaking slightly.

“I don’t care how hard it gets, as long as Amelia can forgive me someday. I grew up with nothing — no parents, no one looking out for me. I can endure any pain. I just don’t want my babies to be punished for my past.”

His jaw clenched, the muscles standing out sharply.

“You will never suffer because of her,” he said flatly. “My children will inherit everything I own.”

“Please don’t…” Seraphina whispered, fear flickering in her eyes. “If Amelia ever finds out, she’ll despise me even more.”

“She won’t find out,” Stephen replied calmly. “The Malonzos gave me everything. I owe them loyalty — for now. But once your recovery period is over, I’ll give you the wedding you deserve. Your own.”

My teeth sank into my wrist to silence the sob that threatened to escape. His words echoed inside my skull, pounding again and again. To him, my parents’ lives were nothing more than a minor error Seraphina had made. My grief, my ruined family — they were insignificant next to the woman he loved.

I stumbled away like a leaf torn loose in a storm.

Back inside the car, I placed Grandpa’s urn carefully in the passenger seat. Through my tears I called the funeral home.

“I want to schedule a sea burial… one month from today. The name is Amelia Malonzo. The location will be Point Reyes National Seashore.”

The same shore where Stephen once knelt before me and asked me to become his wife.

If destiny still has any mercy, it will also be where my story ends.

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After Grandpa’s ashes were arranged, I wandered aimlessly through the city. I didn’t even realize where I was headed until I found myself standing in front of the old community sports center — the place where I’d spent so many lonely afternoons in my youth.

I stopped outside the glass doors and stared in. It was deserted now, but memories filled the empty space. I saw myself from more than a decade ago: thin, awkward, hiding inside oversized gym clothes, always trailing a few steps behind Stephen. Not close enough to be seen. Not far enough to be free.

Back then, he was untouchable — captain of everything, always top of every list. Everyone admired him, yet there was always a chill about him that kept people from getting too close. I was no different from the other girls with secret crushes. I observed him quietly, memorizing the way he moved, the way he smiled, never daring to approach. To him, I didn’t exist.

Our marriage hadn’t started with love. It was arranged, a decision made by two families who valued power, lineage, and alliances more than emotion. Affection was something they assumed would follow naturally — if it ever arrived at all.

A familiar voice suddenly cut through my thoughts. The elderly woman who used to run the snack counter came out with a tray.

“Well, I’ll be… look at you! It’s been ages. Come inside, have some mint ice cream like the old days.”

She studied my face and smiled.

“And that handsome boy you used to follow everywhere — how are things between you two now?”

I lowered my gaze and took a scoop of ice cream. The flavor hadn’t changed, but my throat refused to cooperate.

She clapped her hands suddenly. “Wait — what day is it today? Reunion, maybe? Speaking of that handsome lad… here he comes now.”

I looked up just as Stephen walked in, Seraphina’s hand clasped in his. He didn’t even glance my way. I slipped back into the crowd, invisible once again, while he focused entirely on Seraphina — helping her sit, whispering gently, asking what she wanted to drink.

The snack lady watched them with admiration.

“Oh my… I wish I’d found love like that. That girl is clingier than any kid I’ve ever served, and he treats her like treasure. She’s a lucky one.”

Seraphina leaned against him shyly, and he smiled down at her, tender and patient, as though she were the center of his universe.

And I stood hidden in the shadows, watching, remembering.

I’m a coward. I didn’t do anything wrong, yet the moment they appeared, I retreated like a frightened child.

After our wedding, I once asked Stephen to come back here with me — just for ice cream, just to remember. He had frowned and waved me off.

“Addy, I’m busy. Ask your aunt to get it for you. What’s worth revisiting in that rundown gym? It’s history. Forget it.”

Now I finally understood.

I was never part of what he wanted to remember.

From my hiding spot outside the shop, I watched Stephen drift into his thoughts. Seraphina leaned toward him and offered a spoonful of mint ice cream with a playful smile.

“You’re so quiet all of a sudden,” she said softly. “What’s on your mind?”

He blinked as if waking from a dream, then gestured toward the narrow alley beside the old elm tree outside.

“Do you remember what happened there?” he asked.

My fingers curled as a chill ran through me. He had always been reckless when he was younger — too fast, too fearless, convinced luck would always be on his side. One afternoon, he was sprinting down that alley when a car skidded wildly around the corner. Tires screamed against the pavement. He froze, terror locking his body in place. Without thinking, I threw myself forward and shoved him aside. The crash scraped my arms until they burned, the echo of metal slamming metal ringing in my ears.

I stayed with him until the ambulance arrived, gripping his hand, whispering to keep him awake. But that same afternoon, my grandmother collapsed at home. I had to leave the hospital to care for her.

When I came back later, hoping to see him again, I stopped short outside his room. Seraphina’s voice drifted out from inside.

“I’m the one who saved you,” she said sweetly. “If I hadn’t pushed you, you wouldn’t be here today.”

Stephen thanked her, his eyes full of gratitude.

My legs went weak. I didn’t have the strength to step in, to fight for the truth. I walked away, hollow and shaking.

From that moment on, the memory belonged to Seraphina. And I — the girl who had thrown herself in front of danger — vanished from his story.

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I returned home as if nothing had happened.

Over the following week, I buried myself in work. I transferred all my personal assets to establish a charity foundation, personally organized the staff, attended every event, and stood before cameras pretending I was fine. My body, however, was giving up. One afternoon I collapsed right in the office.

Stephen rushed to my side, wanting to send me straight to the hospital, but I stopped him. The doctor brushed it off, saying it was expected in my condition and that I’d recover once the surgery was done.

He clasped my hand like I might shatter at any moment.

“I haven’t been around enough lately,” he said. “After your operation, I’ll drop everything. I’ll be with you all the time. I promise I’ll be early for the foundation ceremony tomorrow.”

I studied him — the unfamiliar strands of hair brushing his collar, the crisp white shirt, every detail suddenly foreign. I nodded. Deep down, I already knew it didn’t matter anymore.

The next day, I forced my aching body into my gown for what felt like the last time. I stood on the stage with the ribbon poised while applause thundered around me.

Then a scream cut through the noise.

The crowd split apart. A pregnant woman was sitting on the floor, hands gripping her stomach. She raised her head.

Seraphina.

My scalp prickled. She had hidden for five years, avoided me like a ghost. Now she was kneeling in the open, blood trickling from her forehead.

“I’m sorry, Amelia,” she cried. “I never meant to disappear. They threatened to kill me if I testified. I’ve lived with guilt every day since. If Mr. Holt hadn’t protected me, I don’t even know if I’d still be alive after what happened to your parents. I’m not asking you to forgive me… I just want the chance to make things right.”

Cameras flashed wildly. Reporters shoved microphones toward Stephen.

“She claims you sheltered her. What do you have to say, Mr. Holt? Are those your children?”

His expression hardened. He ignored them, ordered his guards to clear the hall. Soon, only Seraphina and I were left.

He instinctively leaned toward her, as if to lift her up — then hesitated and withdrew his hand. When he turned to me, reproach cut through his eyes.

“Addy, why did you let her kneel like that?”

I looked at Seraphina calmly.

“You’ve been in hiding for five years. Why come out now?”

She trembled. “I heard about your foundation. Everyone started looking for me. I’m exhausted, barely surviving. Please, Amelia… spare the babies. They don’t even have a father. I’ll make up for everything — I’ll be your servant, your slave, anything.”

I swallowed, staring at her swollen belly, at the children that had rewritten my entire life. Lies, betrayal, my broken marriage — it all rested in that moment.

Later, slumped against the leather seat in the back of the car, I tried to steady my breathing. My chest burned, my limbs throbbed, but I couldn’t fall apart yet.

Stephen’s words replayed in my head.

“Addy, I investigated everything. It wasn’t her fault. She was young, taken advantage of. She’s suffered for five years. Let go of your hatred and move forward.”

Move forward? How could I, when she had destroyed my family, slept with my husband, ruined the foundation I poured myself into, and now demanded mercy?

I straightened, forced my back rigid, and left the banquet hall alone.

Only when the car door shut did I crumble. Tears slid silently down my face as I pictured Stephen bending over Seraphina, wiping her blood away as though I had never been there.

My phone rang.

“You fake saint,” a shrill voice screamed. “Your filthy money won’t save you. Your parents deserved to die! Making a pregnant woman kneel? You’ll pay for this. Everyone knows what a bully you were. You should’ve died too!”

I hung up — but the attacks kept coming. Messages flooded in until the driver passed me my phone. The headlines were everywhere: Amelia Malonzo humiliates pregnant woman. Malonzo parents exposed as frauds. Former classmates reveal Amelia’s cruelty.

My fingers went numb as I tried to type a response. The comment disappeared the moment I sent it.

The driver spoke urgently.

“Madam, more than ten cars are tailing us. No license plates. The men are carrying iron rods.”

I twisted around. In the rearview mirror, masked figures were closing in, weapons raised.

Heart racing, I dialed Stephen, watching them draw nearer with every second.

At the very same moment, in another part of the city, Stephen was staring at the same headlines flooding the internet. His brows drew together as he phoned his assistant, ordering them to suppress the rumors as quickly as possible. Seraphina leaned into his chest, her tears soaking into his sleeve, while his hand closed firmly around her shoulder, that familiar dangerous calm settling over him.

“Tell me straight — is anything they’re saying online actually true?” His tone was low, edged like a blade.

Seraphina pressed her face into him, trembling.

“Stephen, please… don’t dwell on it. What’s done is done. Don’t blame Amelia. She never meant any harm. She’s the reason I’m still alive today. If she told me to die, I wouldn’t even hesitate.”

His arms tightened around her.

And then—

The impact came without warning.

The car spun violently, metal screaming as it overturned. My body was slammed sideways, breath crushed out of me. Before I could even scream, the door was torn open and I was dragged out by rough hands, my body crashing hard against the asphalt.

I tried to crawl away, but a boot drove into my back, pinning me down.

“Ever wonder how it feels when your luck finally runs out?” a man mocked. “You’ve lived a charmed life, hurting people and getting away with it. Tonight you’re going to learn what real pain is.”

“I didn’t—” The words barely left my lips before a slap sent my head snapping sideways. Blood filled my mouth. The world tilted.

They bound my wrists to the back of the vehicle. The engine roared, and suddenly I was being dragged along the road. Stones ripped into my skin, my clothes shredded, my already failing body screaming in agony. I tried to cry out, but my throat was torn raw, the sound nothing more than air. My arms felt like they were being ripped from their sockets, my knees scraping until I couldn’t tell where the pain ended. Inside the car, they laughed and filmed everything like entertainment.

I don’t know how long it lasted. My awareness slipped in and out until I was no longer sure if I was alive. When the car finally stopped, they cut me loose and dumped me like trash on the roadside.

When I regained consciousness, silence wrapped around me.

Gravestones glittered faintly beneath the moon. I should have been terrified, but after what I’d just endured, even the dead seemed kinder than the living. Shaking, I dragged myself toward the highway.

At dawn, my strength vanished completely and I collapsed at the edge of the road.

“Can you hear me? Where does it hurt?”

I opened my eyes to a nurse adjusting my drip. Every breath felt like knives.

“You were rushed in as an emergency case. We’ve been unable to contact any family members. We still need to process your admission and payments and keep monitoring you—”

“I understand,” I whispered, interrupting her. I pulled the gown tighter over my wounds, hiding the truth beneath fabric.

She offered me a wheelchair. I refused. Walking out of the ward was like stepping on shattered glass, but I left anyway. No one came for me that night. Stephen never even called.

I remembered the day I’d learned about my heart disease, kneeling alone at my parents’ graves for hours. Back then, the internet had exploded with rumors about my disappearance. When Stephen finally found me, he’d cried into my shoulder. Now I wondered — had any of that been real?

His eyes no longer held room for me.

I stood in the hospital payment line in silence when a familiar voice froze my blood.

“Stephen, don’t worry so much. I’m fine,” Seraphina said gently, almost playfully.

I didn’t turn around. Out of everywhere in the world, she was here.

Stephen replied, his voice soft yet stern.

“The doctor said there are signs of possible miscarriage. You have to be more careful.”

She cut in quickly. “I know. And Amelia… yesterday was my fault. I was careless.”

My fists clenched until they hurt. I turned to leave — and met Stephen’s stunned stare.

“Amelia?”

The surprise vanished, replaced by anger. Seraphina hid behind him, shaking.

“Please don’t frighten me anymore,” she pleaded. “I didn’t do anything online. I’m in my final months. The doctor said I can’t handle stress.”

“Once the babies are born, you can punish me however you want. I’ll accept it.”

Stephen stepped squarely between us, his face ice-cold.

“She nearly lost the children because of you yesterday. I’m here to make her answer for that.”

I wanted to scream, to rip open my clothes and show him every wound. But the revulsion in his eyes stole my voice.

Seraphina doubled over suddenly. “Stephen… my stomach… it hurts.”

Without hesitation, he swept her into his arms and rushed toward the doctor’s wing. His shoulder slammed into mine, sending me sprawling across the marble. He didn’t look back once.

I stayed there for a long time, watching them disappear. When I finally stood, numb and shaking, I rejoined the line. I had nowhere else to go.

When my turn came, I signed the discharge form silently. The nurse glanced at my chart, worry darkening her face.

“If you leave like this,” she said gently, “you might not survive the next few days. Three at most. Your condition has deteriorated badly.”