The Almighty Dominance

Alex and Lyra stepped into a quaint café tucked behind an unassuming flower shop, distant from the bustling street.

The air was fragrant with roses and coffee beans, peaceful yet oddly charged. Lyra cast a skeptical glance around. "Alex, seriously, why are we here?"

Alex smirked as he flipped open the menu. "Trust me, Lyra. If my hunch is right, we're in for quite the spectacle."

She raised a teasing eyebrow. "If you're paying, this might actually qualify as a date."

He chuckled dryly. "Order whatever you want. Though, I'm still puzzled by your eagerness to spend money when you spend your days piling it up."

Lyra grinned playfully. "Money's nice, but it doesn't beat watching you squirm when the check arrives."

They exchanged laughter, enjoying the brief respite until Lyra suddenly leaned forward, eyes wide. "Wait-isn't that David?"

Their corner seat shielded them from view, but offered a perfect line of sight.

David strode in, scanning the small café urgently until his gaze landed on an older woman carefully arranging flowers.

He approached slowly, each step heavy with hesitation.

The woman glanced up, startled. "Can I help—" Her voice faltered abruptly as recognition flashed in her eyes.

For an excruciating moment, silence hung thick between them.

David finally spoke, his voice edged with tension. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Tell you what, David?" Her tone quivered defensively.

"Dammit, Priscilla, enough with the lies!" His voice rose sharply, filled with years of pent-up frustration.

She turned away, trembling. "I don't know what you mean."

David grasped her wrist urgently. "Brian! He's mine, isn't he? Why keep this from me?"

Priscilla's eyes flashed angrily, tears brimming.

"How many times did I warn you? Rose was dangerous—she killed our first child, and you never believed me! I had to save my second son from that monster!"

David's face paled as realization crashed over him, memories he once dismissed now hauntingly clear.

he whispered, shaken. "You warned me decades ago, and I-I didn't listen. I thought you were just jealous, throwing a tantrum. But you were right. Rose

it now? It's already too late, David. Far too late. Brian grew up

tears flowed freely

"I'm sorry."

worshipped you, David. You were everything to him. He even took a bullet for you, for God's sake." Her

my everything

He's yours now. He's grown-do whatever you

David clutched her hand tighter. "Priscilla, please. Come back with

head fiercely. "I will never set foot

admitted quietly, desperation softening his

bitterness etched deep into her

who's

said earnestly. "It's only you, from here to the

at him, sorrowful yet resolute. "No, David. The

haven't healed, even after

David pleaded

paused, swallowing back

my words, David: a woman might forgive,

standing alone, regret weighing heavily on his shoulders as Alex and Lyra watched silently from

to Alex,

did? He left her alone, suffering,

sighed gently. "But David apologized. Can't she find it in her

shot him a

can

from David, her back rigid with

deeply, the weight

until, with

money, my properties-it's all yours. Can you please find it

emotions flickering across her face. Slowly, deliberately, she turned,

health. Maybe it's time I learned how to let go. To forgive and forget" Her eyes

"What do you

think?"

and pulling her into

brushed

is a gentleman. Priscilla's doing the right thing-Brian

you're sure this