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.

me decades ago, and I-I didn't listen. I thought you were just jealous, throwing a tantrum. But you were right.

already too late, David. Far too late. Brian grew up without a

flowed freely now, raw with

"I'm sorry."

fair. Brian worshipped you, David. You were everything to him. He even took

my everything too."

yours now. He's

David clutched her hand tighter.

head fiercely. "I will never set foot anywhere near

David admitted quietly, desperation

regarded him skeptically, bitterness etched deep into

And who's the

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

sorrowful yet resolute. "No, David. The wounds

healed, even after all

David

swallowing back

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

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

leaned close to Alex, her voice sharp

David did? He left

"But David apologized. Can't she find it in her heart to forgive him-for

shot him a fierce glance, eyes

her heart? No woman can simply brush away pain like that.

stepped decisively away from David,

the weight of

his soul until, with reluctant resolve, he called

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

her face. Slowly, deliberately, she turned,

Maybe it's time I learned how

"What do you

think?"

fair," David murmured, stepping forward cautiously and pulling her

watching from afar, brushed tears from

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

"And you're sure