Novels by Edethabor

Third Person Pov The hospital ward was quiet except for the low hum of machines and the rhythmic beeping that filled the sterile air. A faint glow from the medical pod illuminated the room, casting pale reflections against the walls. Inside, Mirella lay still, her face almost peaceful beneath the soft shimmer of the glass.Kaelen sat beside her, unmoving. His hand rested on the edge of the pod, thumb brushing against the smooth surface as though touch alone could reach her. His eyes were bloodshot, his body motionless except for the faint rise and fall of his chest. The world outside had shrunk to the fragile rhythm of her breathing — slow, mechanical, dependent.The door creaked open.Kaelen didn’t look up, but his shoulders tensed at the sound of footsteps. A man entered, the scent of cologne and authority preceding him. Darren’s polished shoes clicked against the tiled floor, his movements calm, deliberate — too deliberate.His face molded in perfect sympathy. “Kaelen,” he sai

Third Person Pov Riley stood frozen, the phone slipping from her fingers and hitting the tiled floor with a dull thud. Her mind went blank. For a second, she thought she must have misheard him. Divorce? Kaelen had always been calm, quiet, patient to a fault. Even when they argued, he never raised his voice. He would listen, reason, sometimes just walk away to avoid escalation. He wasn’t the type of man to say things out of anger. And yet, he had just told her so coldly and clearly that he wanted a divorce. Her hands shook. A sharp, foreign panic surged in her chest. For a few fleeting seconds, it drowned out every thought. She tried to call him again, but the screen was dark. He had hung up. She stared at the blank phone screen, heart pounding so hard it hurt. He couldn’t mean it. He was just angry. That was all. He wouldn’t actually… “Riley?” The soft voice snapped her out of it. She turned sharply. Darren stood beside her, his expression carefully composed, his tone l

Kaelen The world felt like it had stopped breathing.Only the faint hum of the medical pod broke the silence. Inside, my daughter lay still—so small, so pale, her chest rising in fragile, uneven beats. Her little hand was curled loosely beside her cheek, her lashes resting against skin that looked almost translucent under the sterile lights.I pressed my palm to the glass. It was cold.She looked like she was just sleeping.I wanted to believe she was only sleeping, that at any moment her eyes would flutter open and she’d call me “Daddy.” But the truth was there in the quiet rhythm of the machines, in the lifeless stillness of her tiny body.A hollow ache spread through my chest. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” I whispered. “Daddy’s sorry…”The door slammed open.Dr. Havel stormed in, his face thunderous. His white coat flared as he crossed the room, his voice sharp and shaking.“What kind of parent are you?” he snapped. “Your child is already this sick, and you still had the nerve to

Kaelen Back in the ward, the room felt quieter than ever. The only sound heard was the soft ticking of the clock on the wall and the faint hum of the air conditioner. Mirella sat curled on the bed, her little hands twisting the sheets. Her eyes were red and puffy, her lips trembling as she tried to hold herself from bawling.I crouched beside her, trying to smile, but my chest felt like it had been crushed.“Hey, sunshine,” I said gently. “You’re quiet all of a sudden.”Her chin quivered. “Daddy…” Her voice was small, almost swallowed by the beeping monitors.“Yes, baby?”Her eyes filled with tears again. “I’m sorry.”I froze. “Sorry? For what?”She hiccupped, clutching the sheet tighter. “Because… because of me, Mommy hit you. If I didn’t fight with that boy, Mommy wouldn’t be angry. I made you sad. I’m… I’m a bad child.”My throat tightened instantly. “No,” I said softly. “No baby. Don’t say that. You're not a bad child. You're the best baby girl any parent can ever ask for.”She

Kaelen Riley’s hand trembled slightly at her side, her breathing ragged, while Kaelen stood frozen, his daughter clinging to him like she was afraid he might vanish.For a long moment, no one moved. The children had been ushered away, the parents whispering as they went. Darren wiped at the bite marks on his hand with a napkin, his face twisting between anger and self-righteous pity.Riley finally tore her gaze from Mirella and turned to Darren, her voice softer now, regret laced in it. “Are you alright? I’m so sorry. She didn’t mean to—”Kaelen couldn’t hold back anymore. “Don’t,” he cut in sharply. “Don’t you dare apologize to him.”Riley’s head snapped toward him. “Excuse me?”“She’s your daughter,” Kaelen said, his voice trembling with anger. “She was humiliated, insulted, and pushed. You saw it. You heard it. And the first thing you do is hit her?”“Kaelen, enough,” Riley said coldly. “You’re making a scene.”He laughed bitterly. “A scene? Riley, our daughter was crying on the g

Third Person Pov The morning sun poured through the glass walls of the hospital’s courtyard, casting long shadows across the play area where several children gathered, all playing happily lost in their little world of comfort. The air was alive with their laughter, but the brightness couldn’t disguise the tension brewing at one corner. Mirella sat in her wheelchair, her thin fingers clutching the silver necklace hanging around her neck. She touched it often, as though it was a charm anchoring her to something solid. It wasn’t just jewelry to her—it was her mother’s belated birthday gift, proof that Riley still remembered her. Across from her, Darren’s son, Aiden, sauntered closer. His eyes, sharp with mischief, landed on the necklace. Without warning, he reached out and yanked it off her neck with one swift move. “Hey!” Mirella gasped, her hand flying to her throat. “Give it back! That’s from my mom!” “Nope.” “I'm serious, give it back.” Aiden twirled the necklace between his