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.

and I-I didn't listen. I thought you were just jealous, throwing

It's already too late, David. Far too late. Brian grew

flowed freely now,

"I'm sorry."

everything to him. He even took a bullet for you, for

my everything too."

He's grown-do whatever

her

head fiercely. "I will never set foot anywhere near Rose again.

desperation softening his voice.

him skeptically, bitterness etched deep into her

divorce, David? And who's

he said earnestly. "It's only

him, sorrowful yet

even after all

David pleaded

paused, swallowing back

you but mark my words,

standing alone, regret weighing heavily on his shoulders as

close to Alex, her voice

How could she ever forget what that jerk David did? He left her alone, suffering, raising Brian on her own. She shouldn't forgive that selfish

Can't she find it in her heart to forgive him-for Brian's sake

a fierce glance, eyes

her heart? No woman can simply brush away pain like that. David's nothing but a selfish

from them, Priscilla stepped decisively away from David,

weight of guilt

his soul until, with reluctant resolve, he called out

of everything I own-all my money, my properties-it's all yours. Can you please find it in your heart to forgive me? To move past my

her face.

time I learned how

"What do you

think?"

and pulling her

watching from afar, brushed tears

Priscilla's doing the right thing-Brian needs his

you're sure this isn't