It was 10'oclock at night at the repair workshop in the 24-hour service station. The sound of clanking metal filled the air as the mechanics were finishing off some works for the day—two mechanics lay on creepers underneath some vehicles, focused on their work as closing hour drew nigh.A few others were discussing and cracking jokes like teenagers when they were actually grown up men. But one of them was at a corner, his mobile phone to his ear, hoping to get a response from who he was calling. This man was Miles Robson and he was trying to privatize his call away from his jeering colleagues. After a while and there was no response from the other end, Miles lowered the phone with a saddened face and tucked it into his overall pockets. His work mates had eager expressions, beckoning him to gist them on his conversation. But the look on Miles face could tell them that things wasn't going well.But Miles wasn't ready to give up. Today was the 2nd year anniversary of his marriage and h

Miles's Chief mechanic and the crew didn't hesitate to get to work and repair the quick issue with the car, leaving Miles to battle his problems."Layla, today is our 2nd year anniversary. And you're doing this to me?" Miles pleaded stepping forward to touch Layla's hand.Layla only drew away from Miles like he carried a virus. "2nd year what?!" Miles could hear ask irritatedly.Miles couldn't believe his wife didn't remember that two years ago today was when they became man and woman. He looked down at her fingers and noticed she didn't have her wedding ring on, she never did. It just occurred to Miles that Layla had already placed their marriage on the back burner and she was now throwing it at his face, expecting him to accept it.Miles put his hands into his overall and pulled out the $40 he had planned to buy a cake and a necklace with for what was meant to be their special night. "I was going to buy you a cake and a beautiful necklace, Layla," he said, displaying the $20 bills.

Only a few minutes after the strange call, the door to his hospital room flung open. Miles looked at the door to see a group of men dressed in red suits and dark glasses pile into the room. Their faces were stark and serious as they alligned themselves to give way for a much older man in black suit. Miles's heart began to race as the troop of men filled the room with their domineering stature. He wanted to move away from them but his legs couldn't move, all he could do was stare.Miles thought that this was his end and Derek Ashton had sent his men to punish and kill him for fighting with the heir of the most reputable company in town. Miles could see their black pistols perfectly sheathed under the tailored suits.Miles expected the worse as the men moved their body, but instead, each of them dropped down to one knee in unison.Miles's eyes widened in surprise. What was happening? He had asked himself."Young Lord! The High Matron awaits your return," their voices spoke, reverberat

The woman immediately cupped her mouth and burst into soft tears as she came close to Miles. Miles couldn't understand what was happening. He was taken to where he had no idea of and now, a woman old enough to be his mother was sobbing before him. The woman knelt down before Miles and places her hands on his cheek, slowly cuddling them. "It is really you! My son!" She proclaimed with tears in her eyes.Son? Her son? Miles couldn't phantom the absurdity he was hearing. He was an orphan and never grew with parents to the extent that he thought all orphans appeared on Earth without parents. But by looking into the woman's teary eyes as she caressed his face, Miles felt a deep sense of loss and bonding. "Mother?" He only whispered.The old woman with white hair nodded her head as she kept touching Miles all over his body. She held his hands, showing no regards for his dirty overall he was still wearing. Miles felt warmth in his heart as the woman embraced him. "Who did this to you?!" S

Miles yawned just after waking up from a long and refreshing sleep. He had no idea what had happened, but he remembered being on the surgical table and dozing off. He looked around the majestic room he found herself in and the comfortable white Master size bed.The room was a bit dark so he decided that he will open the curtains and get some morning light in. That was when Miles got up from the bed and stood on his feet.For a second, it felt normal, but as he walked towards the curtains, Miles remembered that he was supposed to be crippled! Miles looked at his legs and they were fine and healthy! He couldn't believe it, he could walk again!He finally reached the windows and pulled the expensive, royal golden curtains and looked outside the window. It was a very bright morning.From the height of his window, Miles could now see the entirety of the Kenter manor and even beyond which were hands and more mansions owned by the Kenters. That was when Miles started to recollect everything