Ava strode into the hospital, her presence commanding attention. The nurses and doctors bowed slightly as she passed, their faces respectful. They knew who she was - the woman standing beside Luke's fortune, the reason their hospital stood tall and proud: Luke Richardson. The hospital itself was a testament to Luke's wealth and Ava's influence. The walls shone with a sterile gleam, the equipment gleamed with cutting-edge technology, and the staff moved with quiet efficiency. It was a place of healing, a place of hope, and a place of gratitude - all thanks to Ava's generosity.She made her way to Luke's personal doctor, a man who had benefited greatly from her patronage. He smiled as she approached, his eyes deferential."Mrs. Richardson, it's an honor as always. What brings you here today?"Ava's smile was warm, her voice husky. "Just checking in on your progress, Doctor. I want to make sure your wife is receiving the best care possible."The doctor nodded, his eyes darting to the fl

Jackson trudged through the front door, his mind still reeling from his encounter with Ava. Amelia's cheerful voice broke through his thoughts, "Hey, have you had breakfast yet?"He shook his head, his eyes fixed on her concerned face. "No, I haven't."“Okay then, I’d make you one.” She was about to leave when she noticed the look on his face and returned to him, her eyes narrowed slightly, "What's wrong, Jackson? You look like you've lost your last dollar."Jackson's thoughts raced as he stared at his wife, his mind torn apart by Ava's demand. Divorce Amelia? How could he even consider it? But Ava's words echoed in his mind, "You'll do anything to win, won't you, Jackson?"He pushed aside his thoughts and forced a weak smile, "I'm just hungry, that's all."Amelia's expression softened, "Okay, well, I'll go make some breakfast then."As she headed towards the kitchen, Jackson's eyes followed her, his heart heavy with guilt. How could he even think of betraying her like this? But Ava's

Jackson strode into the Image Corp estate, his determined footsteps echoing through the lobby. He bypassed the reception desk and made his way to Uncle Smith's office, his eyes fixed on the CEO's suite.As he walked, employees scurried out of his way, bowing and greeting him with respectful smiles. But Jackson barely acknowledged them, his mind preoccupied with the mystery surrounding Amelia and Uncle Smith.He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss, that there was more to their relationship than met the eye. Amelia's evasiveness and Uncle Smith's cryptic constant calls had only fueled his suspicions.Jackson's thoughts raced with questions. What did Uncle Smith want from Amelia? What secrets were they hiding? And what did it all have to do with the strange occurrences he had been having with Amelia and how worried she was earlier?He pushed open the door to Uncle Smith's office, his eyes locked on the CEO's imposing figure behind the desk. Jackson's determination tur

Jackson slumped over the bar, his eyes glassy and his speech slurred. "She's been lying to me, man... my wife... Amelia... she's been lying to me."The stranger beside him, a middle-aged man with a kind face, turned to him with concern. "What's going on, friend? You look like you've lost your last dollar."“This is more than a dollar, man. I’ve lost my purpose.”Jackson's words tumbled out in a drunken torrent. "She's been lying to me about everything... our partnership... our son... John... he's not even mine... I got a message... it said so..."The stranger's expression turned sympathetic. "Whoa, slow down, buddy. Let's take this one step at a time. What makes you think your son isn't yours?"Jackson's eyes welled up with tears. "I don't know... I just know it's true... she's been hiding something from me... and that message... it knew everything... it knew about Amelia's affairs... and John... it knew everything..."The stranger's voice was calm and soothing. "Okay, Jackson. Can I c

Uncle Smith's voice was laced with concern. "Amelia, if you're this worried, maybe I should go look for him? Make sure he's okay?"Amelia's response was quick and firm. "No, Uncle Smith, don't worry about it. Jackson can take care of himself. He'll come wandering back when he's ready."Uncle Smith's skepticism was palpable. "Are you sure, Amelia? You're not just trying to cover something up?"Amelia's laugh was forced. "Of course not, Uncle Smith. I'm just confident that Jackson can handle himself. Besides, I have more important things to worry about... like our business dealings."Uncle Smith's tone turned dry. "Ah, yes. The business. Well, if you're sure everything is fine, then I won't worry. But if you change your mind, you know who to call."Amelia's response was curt. "I will, Uncle Smith. Thanks for your concern."As the call ended, Amelia's facade crumbled. She was worried sick about Jackson, but she couldn't let Uncle Smith know that. She had to keep up the charade, no matter