Author POV:-"What are you doing here?"It happened so fast. One moment, Jonathan opened the door, and the next, Jonthan's mother covered the distance between them and slapped Trisha. Everyone is in shock. Trisha was looking at Rain when suddenly a stinging sensation came to her right cheek. It took her a moment to register what had actually happened. She immediately backed up, holding Rain protectively, and glared towards the lady.Jonathan was taken back when his mother slapped Trisha, but he quickly recovered when he saw his mother raise her hand again. He held her hand tightly and stood between her and Trisha. No one has the authority to raise his hand against his love, not even his mother or himself. He was in rage. How dare she slap his love in his face? She, more than anyone, understood how important Trisha was to him."WHAT IS THIS BITCH DOING HERE?" "AND HER WHORE SON"As Jane Wisdom said this, they heard a loud slap, but this time it wasn't from Jane to Trisha but from Trisha

Before Zee meet with Jonathan:-Author POV:-Jane can't imagine how Zee must be feeling.Simon looked so fragile in that bed, and Jane tried everything-meds, spells, and every other remedy she could think of-to save him, but nothing worked. With all her connections, she couldn't improve Simon's condition by a single fraction.But that's neither here nor there. The doctor will attend to Simon now. All they can do is hope. Despite their fight and the enormity of what currently stands between them, Jane would do anything and will do anything she can to lessen Zee's pain.She takes Zee's hand in hers and watches Zee's eyes flutter open and catch on her, clouded with distress and grief. Jane's heart squeezes, and she wishes she could take some of it into herself so Zee didn't have to carry it on his own.Zee's hand is limp between her, cold and heavy, and Jane rubs her thumbs into his skin. She remembers all the times that Zee held her hand-a reassuring weight that grounded her, a tangible

Trisha POV:-I looked at my son, playing quietly with toys on the bed. It has been two days since the operation. Only I know how I suffered on that terrible day. On one hand, Rain was unconscious for a day, and on the other, Jonathan fainted at night. I was terrified to see them like that. Yes, I am angry at Jonathan for believing some piece of paper over me, but I can't entirely blame him for that. I was at fault too.I got selfish and took the wrong decision. Maybe I trusted our relationship too much."Mom, I'm tired," my baby said with tired eyes. He is always tired after the operation and refuses to eat much. The doctor said it's okay. But still, I can't help but worry when he refuses to eat."I know, baby. My Rain is so strong." I said as I kissed his cheek, making him giggle tiredly."I am a big boy. So I have a soft spot for Uncle Jace." With a big smile, Rain said. I laid him on the bed and was placing a blanket on him firmly when he kicked the blanket with his foot. I looked

Author POV:-Jane sat in front of the fireplace with letters clutched in her hands, some more than 20 years old. The oldest paper, kept perfectly neat despite the softness that came from being read thousands of times, started with an elegant "My sweet Jane" and ended with a sharp "Yours, -A." Gentle words that used to be a comfort scraped her throat as she swallowed her sobs, and Jane gripped the letter so hard that it was nearly torn in half before she realized what she was doing. She sighed heavily, setting the letters to the side before resting her head in her hands. In two hours, she would be leaving for the hospital. When Jonathan told her everything she was not shocked, she knew one day this all came but she never thought Alexander will do something to his own blood."I know this will happen one day." Jane scoffed and rolled her eyes so she wouldn't start to cry again. Her heart and head hurt with embarrassment, but she wasn't important right now. This was important week. She c

Author POV:At first she don't know what's going on, exactly, only that something is. A number of messages reach them, from Sara, notifying the contracts they took for making things better; and then from Trisha inform of them receiving those refugees. While Trisha will insist until the end of time that she's just here because she is Rain's mother, ever since they passed the dozens of meds to make sure Rain is ok for the future, the one of those have seen her as Rain mother. It only drove the point home when the other began using the ceremonial title to respect her, referring to Trisha, and only to Trisha, as Madam Omega. And of course, when Jonathan got wind of it, of the importance of the difference in Trisha title and the others', they started using it more as well. It didn't help when Jonathan told her it was useful on her side of things as well:"What do you want me to say Trisha?" Jonathan asked her, with the bluntness and informality that he was the only allowed to all of the ot