As Quinn walked out of the Gerald's house, her vision blurred from the tears she had fought so hard to hold. She blinked them away, trying to stay strong, trying to pretend that everything was okay when it clearly wasn’t.“Ivan is going to be okay,” she told herself, over and over again in her mind. But the worry was more than the reassurance at her insides."Quinn! Wait!" Harrison’s voice called out behind her, but she kept walking, her pace quickening. The last thing she wanted was to stop, to let herself feel the crushing fear that was suffocating her. But he was faster. She felt his hand gently grab her arm, pulling her to a stop.“Please,” Harrison said, his voice soft, his grip gentle but firm. “Don’t shut me out.”Quinn’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. She turned to him, unable to hold back anymore. The tears she had bottled up began to spill, running down her face like a flowing stream. She didn’t even have the strength to wipe them away. Instead, she coll

Before she could say a word, they surrounded her, giving her no space to attempt an escape. They turned off the lights, shutting her mouth up with a cloth. They began to kick and punch her as though she were a bag of rice. The one that seemed to be the leader took out a knife from the waistband of her pants and stared at it with so much eagerness in her eyes. She glanced at Yvonne, giving off a mischievous smile that only made the poor girl to shiver in fear, knowing that this was going to be the last time she would receive freedom. To live. The death she had planned for someone else with eagerness was the same death she was afraid of facing. If she were to turn back the hands of time, maybe she would think twice before planning to hurt Quinn. Maybe she would have given up on her love for Harrison and just move on. With one step, she stretched her hand, sending the knife inside her, plunging deep like she didn't want to give her a chance of survival. She groaned amidst the cl

As soon as the call ended, Harris leaned on the wall, and let out a sigh.Quinn stepped through the doorway, startling Harrison, who was still in shock after the revelation that Jacob was alive. Harrison’s heart raced as soon as he saw Quinn. The thought of Jacob being alive troubled him deeply. He didn’t know how to process it, and more importantly, he didn’t know how to tell Quinn. Quinn must not know that Jacob's alive, else they would be trouble. For now, he had to keep it buried deep, though he feared it might be revealed at anytime.Quinn noticed his distant gaze. She was quite observant after the letter she received. Her voice broke through, "Harrison, are you alright?"He blinked a few times, bringing his attention back to her. "Yeah," he replied, although his tone was not convincing. "I’m fine, just… a lot on my mind."Quinn eyed him curiously, knowing there was more. Her instinct told her something was off. "Are you sure? Is there something you need to tell me?" Her voice

The car ride was unusually quiet, a heavy silence wrapping around them as they drove to Gerald’s mansion. Quinn sat in the backseat, lost in thought, her mind replaying the events in the airport. The sight of that man haunted her—his face was familiar, so much so that she could swear it was Jacob. But could it really have been him? The thought tugged at her relentlessly, putting her between certainty and doubt. Maybe she had been hallucinating, her mind playing tricks on her. Or perhaps, the past was creeping back into the present in a way she had not anticipated. Her thoughts were interrupted as the mansion came into view. As the car came to a halt, Jasmine, sitting next to Harrison, smiled at the sight of her family home. The moment they stepped out of the vehicle, the doors of the mansion swung open, and Jasmine’s parents rushed out to greet her. Their joy could not be hidden, and as they enveloped their daughter in a warm embrace, the air around them lightened. “Jasmine,

"Attempted murder? Who did she try to kill?"Quinn sighed, "me," she replied, "her aim was to kill me, but unfortunately, Ivan happened to be at the scene at that time."After a few more minutes of shared sadness and tears, Jasmine took a shaky breath. “What about Ivan? How is he dealing with all of this?”Quinn gave her a soft smile. “Ivan’s doing well now. He’s had a lot to process, but he is strong, and he is recovering now. He and Eva have a baby now. I'm just glad he didn't die."Jasmine managed a small smile at that. “I’m glad he’s okay,” she said quietly.Eventually, the emotional conversation wound down, and the three of them retired to their separate rooms for the night. But for Quinn, sleep was far from her. As she lay in bed, her thoughts wandered back to the figure she had seen at the airport earlier that day. The face that had been haunting her thoughts ever since. Was it really Jacob? Or was her mind playing tricks on her? She just couldn't tell.She replayed the scene