In the cosy living room of Kelanie's parents' home, she sat on a two-sitter couch with her fiancé, Stephen and her parents seated on two separate couches.There were wedding invitation cards spread across the tables which Kelanie was being indecisive on."What about this one?" Mrs Jenkins suggested, picking up a red wedding card with rose designs all over, "It's quite nice and red roses have to do with love. Am I correct?" she smiled."You're right but no, not that one. I feel the roses are a bit too much," Kelanie replied then turned to her husband who had been on his phone for a while now, "don't you think so, honey?" she asked, showing Stephen the card."Huh?" Stephen lifted his eyes from his phone screen, "What? Oh, yes. Yes! Whatever you say. You make the best decisions dear." he agreed immediately, not sure what Kelanie had asked about."We are picking out wedding invitation cards for you and my daughter, don't you think you could at least give this a bit of attention?" Mrs Jenk

Xavier stood proudly by his father's side, the weight of his revelation settling over the room like a heavy fog. Kelanie and Stephen exchanged stunned glances as Xavier addressed the crowd."Ladies and gentlemen," Xavier began, his voice firm and unwavering, "thank you for your warm welcome. It's true, I am Xavier Kaarel Constantine, and I stand before you today not just as a son, but as a man who has reclaimed his identity and his rightful place in this family."Kelanie's eyes widened in disbelief, her carefully crafted facade crumbling. Stephen's smirk faltered as he realized the magnitude of what was unfolding before him."As for you, Kelanie and Stephen," Xavier's gaze turned towards his ex-wife and her fiancé, his expression unreadable, "you may have thought me broken, but I am far from it. You see, tonight marks not only the reunion with my father but also the beginning of a new chapter in my life, one where I reclaim my dignity, my worth, and my future."He walked down the stag

Clarissa walked into her bedroom, barely dodging a glass cup that flew towards her face but shattered on the wall behind her instead.Shocked, she turned to see who it was that threw it but was only shocked the more to find her son, Alexander, being responsible.The entire room stunk of alcohol and Alexander was wallowing in it.Clarissa rushed over to Alexander, "You idiot! You could have injured me! Or worse, I could have been killed! What is wrong with you? Why are you getting drunk in my bedroom?""Why wouldn't I? Huh?! Why wouldn't I? When that bastard is out there, taking all the glory that should have been mine!" Alexander shouted.He gulped down the remaining contents of the bottle directly and threw the emptied bottle aside.Clarissa wore a frown on her face. She hated the sight of Alexander acting out and behaving so miserably."My booze." Alexander hiccuped, searching around the bed for another bottle of alcohol but not finding any.He stood up but kept staggering back and

Xavier rushed to his father's side, his heart pounding with fear. "We need to get him help, now!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with urgency. Clarissa, wide-eyed and pale, reached for her husband, her hands trembling. "Call for an ambulance," Xavier instructed her, his mind racing with worry for his father. As the chaos unfolded, Alexander stood frozen, his expression a mixture of shock and guilt, "it wasn't supposed to be him.""Alexander! What are you standing there for?! Go get the car key!" Clarissa screamed at her son as she ran, tailing Xavier who was guiding Mr Kaarel quickly out of the mansion.On getting outside, Clarissa rushed to her car and Alexander showed up with the key. She unlocked all the doors with just the push of a button and got behind the steering wheel herself.Xavier got Mr Kaarel into the back seat and stayed there with him while he kept coughing profusely. Alexander sat in front with his mother and she drove the car into the open road."I can't believe th

The next morning, Xavier woke up to a ruckus outside the mansion. He got up and with sleepy eyes, due to sleeping late, walked towards the window and stared down from his upstairs bedroom. Xavier was shocked to see policemen at the front entrance of the mansion along with journalists trying to force their way in with cameras and microphones. "What the hell is going on?!" A sudden banging on his bedroom door shocked Xavier. He rushed to the door and opened it. In rushed Henry, Xavier's bodyguard friend, with a look on his face that spelt trouble. "Henry. What is happening? Why are there police here?" Xavier asked, feeling nothing short of confusion. "You have to see this, sir," Henry said right before playing a video on his phone. The video showed Clarissa and Alexander in the hospital. Alexander looked shocked to silence while Clarissa was crying her heart out next to Mr Kaarel's unconscious body in bed. "Even I couldn't believe it when I found out. He was put in a coma due to p