The doorbell rang through the silence of the night, breaking the stillness inside Alex’s penthouse.Isis was coming from the bedroom, still fixing her hair, puzzled. She wasn’t expecting anyone. Duck, who had been lying on the living room rug, immediately lifted his head and began barking.“Hey, big guy...” she murmured, watching the dog grow agitated. “Judging by your reaction, you know who’s here.”She walked to the door and opened it.“Mother-in-law?” she asked in surprise. “Why didn’t you come in?”Savana smiled before answering. The two women embraced warmly.“Good evening, dear,” she said. “Now that my son has finally come to his senses and has a partner, some habits need to change.”Isis closed the door and motioned for Savana to come inside.“Mother-in-law, you don’t have to change anything just because I’m part of Alex’s life now,” she replied sincerely. “I wouldn’t mind at all if you came in without announcing yourself.”They walked together to the sofa, and Isis sat beside

Edgar opened the box.The ring was not merely beautiful—it was a story forged in metal. The white gold band featured an unbroken line, with no beginning and no end, delicately intertwined like two paths that had drifted apart... only to find each other again.At the center sat an oval diamond, steady and radiant, symbolizing a love that endured even after pain. Beneath it, almost invisible, a tiny inverted diamond was set inside the band. Hidden from the world, yet present forever. A silent tribute to the child they had lost.Surrounding it were smaller diamonds, carefully embedded to represent the marks left along the journey: losses, tears, pauses... and new beginnings. It was not a ring designed to impress. It was a ring designed to mean something. A symbol of everything that had nearly destroyed them—and still failed to tear them apart.“I don't want a love without scars,” Edgar said, lifting his eyes to hers. “I want a love that survives. A love that remembers where it came from

Edgar's reaction was immediate.He turned sharply and strode toward her, stopping only inches away. The air between them became heavy, suffocating. Eleanor instinctively took half a step back, but held his gaze, far too proud to admit fear.“Go ahead and try to stop me,” Edgar said, his voice low, controlled, but carrying a dangerous edge. “You're standing in a mansion purchased by this ‘Black man’ right here, who is anything but miserable.”He leaned forward slightly, his presence imposing. His voice never rose, yet every word landed with undeniable weight.“One phone call...” He paused briefly. “And you'll be leaving this house in handcuffs. The only reason I haven't done it is because I don't need your money in a lawsuit. And Luna is not going to witness any more tragedies.”His eyes were cold, almost unblinking.“Life will make you pay for this. And it'll be through the person you love most.” He drew a deep breath, holding back the fury raging inside him. “If you try to stand in m