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.

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

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

tears flowed freely now, raw

"I'm sorry."

not fair. Brian worshipped you, David. You were everything to him. He

Brian is my

He's grown-do whatever you

but David clutched her hand tighter. "Priscilla,

fiercely. "I will never set

divorced her," David admitted quietly, desperation

regarded him skeptically, bitterness etched

who's the lucky

only you, from here to the

him, sorrowful yet resolute. "No,

even after

Priscilla," David

swallowing back

mark my words, David: a

turned away, leaving David standing alone, regret weighing heavily on his shoulders as Alex and Lyra watched silently from their

close to Alex,

absolutely right. How could she ever forget what that jerk David did? He left her alone, suffering,

she find it in her heart to forgive him-for

shot him a fierce glance,

woman can simply brush away pain like that. David's

them, Priscilla stepped decisively away from David, her back rigid with

inhaled deeply, the weight

with reluctant

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

face. Slowly, deliberately, she turned, eyeing

holding onto bitterness could destroy my health. Maybe it's time I learned how to let go. To forgive and forget" Her eyes narrowed, studying

"What do you

think?"

David murmured, stepping forward cautiously and

brushed tears from

is a gentleman. Priscilla's doing

skeptical eyebrow. "And you're sure this isn't about