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.

"You warned me decades ago, and I-I didn't listen. I thought you were just jealous, throwing a

It's already too late, David. Far too late. Brian grew up without

freely now,

"I'm sorry."

him. He even took a bullet for you, for God's sake." Her voice

my everything too."

yours now. He's grown-do whatever you

but David clutched her hand tighter. "Priscilla, please. Come

shook her head fiercely. "I will never set

admitted quietly, desperation softening his voice.

skeptically, bitterness

And who's the lucky number

"It's only you, from here to

sorrowful yet resolute. "No, David.

even after all these

begging you, Priscilla," David

swallowing

I'll forgive you but mark my words, David:

weighing heavily on his shoulders as Alex

to Alex, her voice

jerk David did? He left her alone, suffering, raising Brian on her own. She shouldn't forgive

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

him a

woman can simply

decisively away from David, her back rigid with

weight

with

Can you please find it

emotions flickering across her face. Slowly, deliberately, she

learned how to let go. To forgive and forget" Her eyes narrowed,

"What do you

think?"

stepping forward cautiously and pulling her

from afar, brushed

truly is a gentleman. Priscilla's doing

eyebrow. "And you're sure