I thought I was going to die.
Even when everything around me screamed hopeless, even when my body was failing, and the pain dragged me deeper into the dark, I still held onto that stupid, reckless belief that Kester was going to save me. Somehow.
Waking up and finding myself not just in a hospital, but surrounded by my loved ones, made me realise miracles actually did exist. It felt like waking up from the worst nightmare and being told it wasn’t real and that I made it.
I had almost slipped into a panic attack, but my mate’s scent gave me the kind of comfort I’d never received before… The kind I really needed.
God, Kester.
I was so grateful to have him in my life. A man who would walk through fire barefoot, for the woman he loves.
A man who didn’t just say he’d protect me-he did. Who went to war for me. Who fought to drag me back from death’s edge with everything he had.
And 1-God-I was so damn grateful to have him in my life.
So many women would kill to have a Kester in their lives. But here I was, having him for free, and still had the nerves to second-guess?
Stupid me.
Stupid, stupid me.
I didn’t deserve him. But somehow, he still chose me.
I might never find the right words, or enough ways to repay that kind of love. I might never match the way he loves, with such purity, such intensity… but I was done holding back.
I swear to God, I’ll never take what he’s given me for granted again.
Kester gives his all… his everything for the ones he loves. And such a man deserves all the love in the world that he can get.
And from this point on, I’d give him everything I had and every part of me.
Mum was holding me so tightly, we both forgot how long we’d been crying.
Kester and Norlan didn’t rush us. They stood quietly nearby, giving us the space. Though I saw Norlan slip out briefly to alert the doctors that I was awake, neither of them interrupted.
Eventually, I slowly pulled away from Mum.
She cupped my face with both hands, still crying. “My baby… I’m so glad you’re back. Thank you for staying strong, Kasmine.” Her voice cracked. “And please… forgive me. I’m sorry. For everything. truly am.”
I reached up and wiped her tears, giving her a soft smile. “It’s okay, Mum. That’s all in the past now. We’ve been given a second chance, Let’s make the most of it.”
She nodded with trembling lips. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Then she leaned in and kissed my forehead.
It was only after that warmth faded from my skin that I noticed something was… missing.
“Where’s Dad?” I asked, looking around. “Why isn’t he here with you?”
I’d assumed he had stepped out to grab a coffee or something. But it’s taken quite while now, and I still haven’t seen him yet.
Okay… Why was everyone silent?
I looked at Mum. Then at Kester. Then Norlan. Then back to Mum.
“Did something happen to Dad?” I asked, my heart starting to race.
“No, baby,” Kester said quickly, reading my anxiety. “He’s fine.”
“Then why isn’t he here?”
Mum inhaled shakily and reached for my face again. “Kasmine, sweetheart… your father and I… we’re getting a divorce.”
The words didn’t register at first.
I stared at her. “What did you just say?”
She hesitated for a moment.
“Kade and I are getting a divorce.”
KASMINE.
FOUR WEEKS LATER.
It all still felt… unreal. Like I was living in someone else’s life. A dream I hadn’t woken up from.
A fairytale, maybe-but one that came after a storm. The kind you don’t fully trust because it feels too peaceful.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, not recognizing the woman looking back at me. My cheeks were fuller now, soft and round with the pregnancy. My eyes carried that permanent tiredness, yet there was a calmness I couldn’t explain. Maybe it was contentment. Or maybe I was just numb.
The fuck are you just standing there and doing nothing?” I heard Kester’s voice from the living room, dishing out orders, moving things around, barking at the staff, organizing that which he swore had to be perfect today.
He’d been so busy all morning, yet he didn’t want me to raise even a finger to assist. Honestly, I felt too pampered. Like a royal egg that shouldn’t even be looked at too hard.
Since we got back from the hospital last week, I hadn’t even washed my own damn hair. Someone else was always around to do something for Sometimes, it felt like people were breathing for me too.
Kester wouldn’t hear of me doing anything for myself. He bathed me. Dressed me. Tied my hair. Carried me from the bed to the couch like I wa break. ing to
And as embarrassing as it sounded, I got used to it. Maybe even enjoyed it sometimes.
But deep down, 1 knew it was because he was terrified. After losing one of the triplets, he was done taking risks, especially with me and the remaining two still growing inside me.
The doctor said the babies and I were out of danger. Said the worst was over and that everything looked fine. But for Kester, nothing would ever be fine unless he could personally guard my womb like a fortress. He wouldn’t let me so much as fetch a glass of water. And heaven help anyone who told him he was being too much. He didn’t give a shit.
A lot has happened over the past few weeks that has rapidly changed many aspects of our lives while giving us lessons to learn along the way.
The news of Mum leaving Dad had hit me hard. I thought it was because of the drama Kester and I had caused, maybe because of our relationship. But it went deeper than that. And I didn’t know if I should feel relieved or s?d.
Turns out Alpha Wes had so much planned out before Kester took him out. He had already sent some damning evidence against Dad, showing why his ex- wife, Kester’s biological mother, left.
It was all too much for Mum to process. She felt like she’d been lied to all these years, and that Dad wasn’t the man who pretended to be.
She was adamant. And now, they were in the final process of the divorce.
Dad had been so devastated. He’d become a shadow of himself lately, like something inside him had cracked and was never going to heal again.
He barely ate. Spent most of his days locked in his study.
And it somehow gave Kester utmost joy to see his father being that miserable.
He didn’t hide it either.
He relished every second of Dad’s downfall like it was overdue justice being served on a silver platter.
He’d always watch him with this dark gleam in his eye, like: Now you know what it feels like to bleed.
“Jerk out of Brie’s cunt and get your horny ass down here! We have just less than an hour, damn it!” I heard Kester again, this time clearly yelling over the phone.
I didn’t need anyone to tell me who he was talking to.
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