I said yes.

Maybe it was the flashing cameras, the weight of the moment, or the desperation in Dior’s eyes that pushed me to do it. Or maybe, deep down, I knew this was the only way.

Two days later, his name was finally cleared. News headlines changed overnight, shifting from "Dr. Dior Veneracion: The Criminal in Hiding" to "A Love Story Against All Odds—Doctor and Heiress Reunited." The public ate it up, painting us as star-crossed lovers who had been misunderstood all along.

But I knew better. This was just the beginning.

Because if there was one person who wouldn't let this slide, it was Stephanie.

I could feel it in my bones—she wasn’t done. She was out there, plotting, searching for us. And it was only a matter of time before she found a way to strike.

I barely had time to adjust to my new role as Dior’s fiancée when trouble knocked—literally.

It was late, the house quiet except for the soft hum of the baby monitor. I was in the nursery, watching over Seung and Lizzy as they slept, when a sharp knock echoed through the house.

My stomach dropped.

Dior reached the door first, peering through the peephole before muttering a curse.

"Police," he said under his breath.

My heart pounded. "What? Why?"

Before he could answer, the knocking turned aggressive, followed by a firm voice.

"Dr. Dior Veneracion, open the door. We have a warrant for your arrest."

Panic flared through me. "This doesn’t make sense! Your name was cleared—"

Dior shot me a warning look. "Stay with the kids," he ordered.

Like hell, I would.

I followed him as he unlocked the door, revealing three officers, their expressions blank but firm.

"We're taking you in for theft and fraud," one of them announced.

"What?!" I stepped forward, my voice sharp. "On what grounds?"

"The investigation has been reopened," the officer replied. "New evidence has surfaced."

Bullshit.

I turned to Dior, my hands trembling. "This is a setup."

He sighed, as if he had been expecting this. "I know."

Before I could argue, he gently squeezed my hand. "You need to stay here. Lizzy and Seung need you."

"But—"

"I’ll be back." His eyes held a quiet promise. "I need you to trust me."

Everything in me wanted to fight, to stop them from taking him. But I couldn’t.

So, I nodded. And I let him go.

Lizzy didn’t understand at first.

She kept asking where her dad was, her big brown eyes filled with fear. I did my best to reassure her, even though my own heart was in shambles.

"Your dad’s strong," I told her, running my fingers through her soft curls. "Nothing bad will happen to him."

I don’t know if I was trying to convince her or myself.

Then, one night, as I tucked her into bed, she suddenly wrapped her little arms around me.

"I love you, Mommy."

My breath hitched.

Mommy.

The word settled deep inside me, warm and unexpected. She had never called me that before.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and hugged her tightly. "I love you too, Lizzy."

At that moment, I knew—I wasn’t just fighting for revenge anymore. I was fighting for this family we had built, no matter how unconventional it was.

And that meant I needed to act fast.

The next morning, I made my first move.

If Stephanie was involved in this, she wouldn’t stop at just Dior. She’d come for me next. And worse—for Lizzy and Seung.

I needed help.

Through an underground agency, I hired a nanny—someone I could trust to watch over the kids while I handled things. And as luck would have it, the woman I found wasn’t just any nanny.

She was a former police intel.

"You can relax," she assured me after I told her everything. "No one’s touching those kids under my watch."

With that settled, I went after Dior.

Finding him wasn’t hard.

He was being held at a precinct just outside the city, in a dimly lit room that smelled of sweat and damp cement.

And when I saw him, rage burned through me like wildfire.

His face was a mess—bruises blooming across his cheekbone, a split lip, fresh cuts on his knuckles.

I stormed toward him. "Who did this to you?"

He exhaled heavily, leaning back against the cold wall. "Inmates. Seems like I’m not very popular in here."

I clenched my fists. "Did the cops let it happen?"

His silence was enough of an answer.

I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my anger. "We need to get you out of here."

Dior’s jaw tightened. "No. You need to leave."

I frowned. "What?"

"It’s too dangerous, Sarah," he said, his voice low but urgent. "If they’re coming after me, they’ll come after you too. And if they can’t get to you…" His eyes darkened. "They’ll go after the kids."

My blood ran cold.

"Go back to them," he continued. "Protect them. That’s the only thing that matters now."

I shook my head. "No. We started this together—"

"And we’ll finish it," he cut in. "But not if you get yourself caught."

A lump formed in my throat.

I didn’t want to leave him.

But I knew he was right.

I had to make a choice.

Stay and fight alongside him…

Or run back to protect the family we had built.

My feet refused to move, my heart battling against my mind. But then, from the corner of my eye, I saw something—an officer watching us too closely, gripping his radio like he had just received an order. My chest tightened. It was now or never.

I clung to Dior’s promise like a lifeline.

He would make it out of there. He had to.

I didn’t want to leave him behind, but I knew I had no choice. So I forced myself to walk away, trusting his words, believing that somehow—against all odds—he would survive.

I drove through the empty streets, gripping the wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The night was eerily quiet, the darkness pressing in around me.

But the moment I turned the corner onto our street, dread coiled in my stomach like a snake.

The gate was wide open.

The guards—both of them—were lying motionless on the ground.

Cold fear spiked through my veins.

I slammed on the brakes and ran inside, my breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

"Seung! Lizzy!" I called out, my voice echoing through the house.

Silence.

My chest tightened as I sprinted up the stairs, throwing open doors, searching desperately.

They were gone.

Everything inside me shattered.

I dropped to my knees in the middle of the chaos, my screams tearing through the air.

Not again.

I had promised to protect them. I had sworn I wouldn’t let anything happen to them.

And now… they were gone.

Tears blurred my vision, my mind spinning with a million thoughts. Who took them? Where were they? Were they safe?

I was so lost in my panic that I didn’t hear the footsteps behind me.

Not until I felt the cold metal press against the back of my head.

I froze.

Slowly, I turned my head, my heart hammering against my ribs.

And there she was.

Stephanie.

Her smirk was cold, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"Miss me?"

I didn’t get the chance to respond.

She swung the gun, striking the side of my head. Pain exploded in my skull, and the world went black.

When I woke up, everything was dark.

A single dim light flickered overhead, barely illuminating the concrete walls around me.

My head throbbed, and when I tried to move, I realized my wrists were tied behind my back.

Stephanie was standing in front of me, arms crossed, watching me like a predator studying its prey.

She sighed dramatically. "You really are stubborn, aren’t you?"

I swallowed hard, my throat dry and raw. "Where are the kids?"

Her lips curled into a cruel smile. "Oh, now you care?"

"Where. Are. They?" I ground out, my voice shaking with rage.

Stephanie chuckled. "Relax. Lizzy’s not even your kid."

Her words struck a nerve, but I didn’t let her see it. I kept my glare steady, refusing to let her rattle me.

But then something changed in her expression.

She tilted her head. "Wait… you actually think I took them? So dumb! That is the reason why I kidnapped you."

A cold chill ran down my spine.

"What do you mean?" I demanded.

Stephanie rolled her eyes. "I had my men ready to grab them, but when we got to your house, all my guys were dead."

I blinked. "What?"

"Someone got to them before I did," she said, her tone laced with frustration.

For the first time since I woke up, something inside me flickered—hope.

If it wasn’t Stephanie… then who?

And were the kids safe?

Days passed.

Maybe weeks.

I lost track of time in that dark, hellish prison.

Stephanie made sure I suffered.

She starved me, taunted me, let her men shove me around. They never killed me—no, that would be too easy.

She wanted me broken.

But I refused to give her the satisfaction.

Every bruise, every cut, every cruel word only fueled the fire inside me.

I wasn’t going to die in this place.

I was going to survive.

For Dior.

For Lizzy and Seung.

For revenge.

And then, one night, everything changed.

It started with the sound of tires screeching outside.

Then came the shouting.

Gunfire.

Panic erupted in the warehouse as men scrambled for their weapons.

Stephanie cursed under her breath. "What the hell—?"

Before she could finish, the door burst open.

Cops.

A full-blown raid.

Chaos exploded around us.

Stephanie bolted, vanishing into the shadows before anyone could catch her.

I barely registered anything until strong hands grabbed my shoulders.

"Ma’am, are you hurt?"

A police officer.

I let out a shaky breath, my body slumping in exhaustion.

I was safe.

They took me straight to the police station.

I was too weak to sit up, too exhausted to process everything.

But then I saw her.

The nanny.

Except… she wasn’t just a nanny.

She was wearing a uniform now, her posture straight and confident.

She smiled at me. "Took you long enough to figure it out."

I stared, my brain struggling to catch up. "Who…?"

"Gretta Royce," she introduced herself. "Undercover investigator."

My heart nearly stopped.

"Wait… so you—?"

"I was assigned to watch you," she admitted. "But then things changed. The night you left to see Dior, a group of armed men stormed your house."

My stomach twisted. "And the kids—?"

She smiled. "Safe."

Relief crashed over me like a tidal wave.

I let out a shaky breath, tears prickling my eyes. Without thinking, I reached out and hugged her. "Thank you."

She hesitated for a moment before patting my back awkwardly. "Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all emotional on me."

I pulled back, laughing weakly.

Then I frowned. "But where are they? I need to see them."

Gretta’s expression turned serious.

"Don’t worry," she said. "They're in a safe place. For now."

I froze.

"For now?"

She exhaled, studying me carefully. "This isn't over, Sarah. Those kids are still in danger. Stephanie and her people won’t stop hunting them."

A cold chill ran down my spine.

"Which is why," Gretta continued, "we need your help."

I swallowed. "Help with what?"

She leaned in slightly, her voice dropping lower.

"To expose Mrs. Faulino. You are once close with her, right?"

My breath caught. Everything inside me screamed to say yes. But I knew—this mission wouldn’t just put me in danger. It would put the kids at risk too. Could I really do this? Could I really take them down once and for all?

“W-What? Why?" I asked with a shaking voice.

I don't understand. Is it about Dior's wife?

I just followed my gaze on her as she opened the drawer in front of her and then my eyes widened as she pulled stack of papers. A documentaries of Stephanie Faulino's crime I didn't know she had commited.

DAMN HER!

I stared on the papers, didn't have the courage to browse through it one by one.

“Your ex-best friend is allegedly a suspect for human trafficking. Our intel is stating that he is also in charge of transactions for illegal weapons..."

My breath hitched. “D-Damn!" I whispered to myself.

“Oh, you didn't know that? According to our intel group, your father, Mr. Lin is part of it. Have a look on the last page of those papers, please."