Adam's Pov It had already been four months since Ina left the hospital, and I had been searching frantically for her everywhere. My life had spiraled into chaos. I no longer wanted to work, and I shouted at everyone I came across. My once orderly existence had turned into a mess, and even my workers were affected.My mother, seeing the state I was in, came to live with me. She was worried, trying to understand who this particular woman was that had turned her son's life upside down. She would often ask, "Who is she, Adam? Why has she caused you so much pain?"I could barely find the words to explain. "Mom, she's...she's the mother of my children. And I pushed her away," I would say, my voice breaking. My mother would listen, her eyes filled with concern and sympathy. "We'll find her, Adam," she would reassure me. "You have to stay strong."But staying strong felt impossible. Every day without Ina felt like a lifetime. I had investigators, private detectives, and every possible resou

The next morning, I woke up to the growling of my stomach. Trying to free myself from Adam's embrace, I stirred him awake. He stared at me and asked if I was okay. I said I was hungry. Hastily, he stood up and asked if I wanted to brush first or would like to eat first. I smiled and said I would prefer to brush first. Immediately, Adam brought the required equipment and a bowl with water for me to use. After brushing, Adam called for food, and immediately a maid entered with different types of food, from which I ate. After I was done eating, I tried to sit but when I rested my body on the bed istarted to shift uncomfortably, trying to find a safe and comfortable spot to lay my heavy stomach. Adam, sensing my discomfort, asked if he should set pillows for me, to which I replied yes. He carefully arranged the pillows around me, ensuring I was supported and comfortable. I smiled at his attentiveness, grateful for his care. I got comfortable after Adam had set the pillows, but after a w

The next morning, I woke up early, the echoes of last night's tears still fresh in my mind. I had cried myself to sleep on the couch, unable to bear the thought of lying next to Adam, who seemed to hate me now. The cries of Anthony woke me,quickly followed by the sounds of Andrew and Anne stirring. I went to their room, attended to their needs, changed their diapers, and prepared breakfast.As I moved through the kitchen, I couldn't help but think about our current situation. Living in this big estate seemed unnecessary now, especially after everything that had happened. I suggested to Adam that we move to a more comfortable apartment, still with elevators for convenience. He didn't respond, lost in his own thoughts.Adam woke up a little later. When he saw me, he immediately passed by without a word and went to kiss the children. Laughing and giggling, they played with him. I watched them sorrowfully, feeling a sharp pang in my chest. I couldn't bear the tension between us any

Despite my attempts to bridge the gap between us, Adam continued to ignore me, and Emma’s constant presence only added to the tension. She took every opportunity to threaten me, her malicious smile a constant reminder of her vendetta.One evening, Adam returned home from work, but he was so drunk that the driver had to carry him inside. As soon as Emma saw him, she rushed over, feigning concern. “Adam, what’s wrong?” she cooed, trying to take him from the driver.I emerged from the kitchen, my heart sinking at the sight. “What are you doing?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended.Emma turned to me, her expression innocent. “I was just trying to help.”Ignoring her, I hurried to Adam’s side and helped him up the elevator and into our room. He reeked of alcohol, his clothes rumpled and dirty. As I tried to help him undress, he suddenly pushed me onto the bed, his movements clumsy but forceful.“I’ve missed you, Ina,” he slurred, kissing me furiously. “I missed you.”Ina's PovAf

After I finished bathing and came outside, I saw Ina sitting on the bed, staring down at me. She wasn't wearing anything. Her vulnerability and beauty struck me, and I felt a rush of conflicting emotions. My desire for her was intense, but the turmoil of the past weeks weighed heavily on my mind. Unable to bear my desires and the confusion anymore, I turned around, my voice strained as I said, "Put some clothes on, Ina."She looked at me, puzzled and hurt. "But this is how we normally—""Go and put something on!" I shouted, harsher than I intended. "I need to talk to you about some things, and we can't talk like this."Ina's eyes widened in shock, but she didn't argue further. She got up slowly, her movements graceful despite the tension in the room, and disappeared into the closet. Moments later, she emerged wearing a soft robe that barely concealed her form. She sat back down, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and concern.I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Ina,