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.

listen. I thought you

already too late, David. Far too late. Brian

tears flowed freely now, raw with

"I'm sorry."

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

Brian is my everything too."

yours now. He's

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

will never set foot anywhere near Rose

quietly, desperation softening his voice.

skeptically, bitterness etched

David? And who's the lucky

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

sorrowful yet resolute. "No, David. The

even after all

begging you, Priscilla," David pleaded softly. "Please forgive

paused, swallowing

but mark my words, David: a woman might

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

leaned close to Alex, her voice sharp

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

sighed gently. "But David apologized. Can't she find it in her heart to forgive him-for Brian's sake

a fierce glance, eyes

After the scars he left on her heart? No woman can simply brush away pain like that. David's nothing but a selfish

Priscilla stepped decisively away from David, her

weight of guilt

hesitated, searching his soul until, with reluctant resolve, he called out

Half 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

face. Slowly, deliberately, she turned,

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

"What do you

think?"

stepping forward cautiously and pulling her into a tentative,

brushed tears

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

a skeptical eyebrow. "And you're sure