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Author: M.U.D
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The blare of sirens sliced through the night, a harsh counterpoint to the shattered silence left by the collision. Both cars involved, crumpled masses of metal and glass, lay twisted on the asphalt. Drivers and bystanders quickly gathered, their faces etched with shock and concern.

"Hurry, she's pregnant!" someone shouted, their voice urgent, cutting through the rising murmur of panic.

"Why is a pregnant woman driving by herself?" another person questioned, the tone laced with judgment.

"Isn't that the famous heiress to Reed Medical Centre? Could it be she has an issue with the Callahan son?" Speculation, swift and merciless, flew through the small crowd, mingling with the cries for help.

Within minutes, the ambulance arrived, its lights flashing a frantic rhythm. Diana was carefully loaded onto a stretcher, her face pale, a streak of blood visible at her temple. The paramedics worked quickly, stabilizing her before rushing her towards t
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    - Mr. Reed's POV - His Private StudyMiles away, in his opulent private study, Mr. Reed sat, sipping a late-night scotch. He had just received the call from the hospital about his daughter Diana’s distress, and he was still fuming from the earlier, abrupt conversation with Caleb. He had always mistrusted Caleb, seen him as an upstart who had taken his daughter from him. He couldn't shake the feeling Caleb was the root of all Diana's troubles.His phone buzzed, a news alert notification. He glanced at it, ready to dismiss it as more trivial news. Then he saw the headline, blazing red across his screen. His hand froze, the glass almost slipping from his fingers, clinking against the polished wood of his desk.**CALEB CALLAHAN PRESUMED DEAD IN WAREHOUSE FIRE.**He stared at the words, unblinkingly, his mind struggling to process the enormity of it. Caleb. Dead. The son of the man he’d competed with for decades, the man who had truly stolen his daughter from him. A complex, warring mix o

  • 86

    The news anchors, usually composed and measured, now spoke in hushed, somber tones, their faces reflecting the shock that was rippling through the city. The images on screen were stark: flickering flames from a distant warehouse, then a grim-faced fire chief confirming the unspeakable. The name **Caleb Callahan** hung heavy in the air, a final, crushing pronouncement.---Diana's POV - The MansionThe grand Callahan mansion, usually a haven of quiet luxury, felt hushed with a new kind of peace. Diana sat in the plush nursery glider, Jasper nestled against her chest, his tiny breaths a soft, comforting rhythm against her ear. They had only been home from the hospital for a day, and the joy of having their son finally with them eclipsed the recent turmoil. She was still sore, still healing, but every ache faded when she looked at Jasper. The large television in the sitting room, just audible from the nursery, was on low, a gentle background murmur.Suddenly, the soft program faded, repl

  • 85

    The joy that filled Caleb and Diana's lives was a tangible, precious thing. Their son, a healthy baby boy, was finally strong enough to leave the neonatal intensive care unit. As they carried him from the hospital, Caleb’s heart swelled with a profound, almost overwhelming love. This was the life he had always wanted, a perfect world with his beautiful wife and his son. They named him Jasper, a name that felt strong and kind, just like the man Caleb wanted him to be. The days that followed were a whirlwind of pure, unadulterated happiness. Caleb's office work continued, but he made it a point to be home every evening, trading his business suit for comfortable clothes, spending hours simply holding Jasper, marveling at the tiny perfection of his son. Diana, in her new role as a mother, was radiant. Her days were a happy blur of feedings, cooing, and quiet moments of sheer, exhausted bliss. The old tensions, the past hurts, the fear and betrayal—it all felt like a distant nightmare, a

  • 84

    The waiting room at Reed Medical Centre felt like a cage to Caleb. After hours of agonizing anticipation, the relief of Diana and their son being safe was immense, but the weight of her doubt, the memory of her hurt, was a constant, pressing ache in his chest. He needed to clear his name, to prove his innocence.Richard approached Mr. Callahan, his face grim. "Mr. Callahan, we've tried everything. The main CCTV footage from Caleb's office, the hallway leading to it, even the building's exterior cameras from that time frame – they've all been wiped clean. Deliberately. It's like someone knew exactly what they were doing and how to cover their tracks."Mr. Callahan frowned, his gaze hardening. "Wiped? Who could have such access? Who would go to such lengths?" The implication was chilling.When they relayed this to Caleb, a cold fury mixed with fierce determination settled over him. "No," he stated, his voice firm, unwavering. "No matter what, I will prove myself to Diana. I will prove I

  • 83

    Caleb stared at Diana's phone, the paused video of Cathy and him a searing brand against his eyes. The world outside the hospital lobby, the chaos, the worried faces of his family – it all faded into a dull hum. His wife, his pregnant wife, was in surgery, fighting for her life and their child's, because of a lie, a setup, a betrayal he couldn't even begin to comprehend."She's having an emergency operation," Richard's words echoed, a cruel reminder of the stakes. "She's having an early birth."Panic clawed at Caleb's throat, a visceral terror unlike anything he'd ever known. He tried to speak, but no words came. His chest felt tight, suffocating. He just stood there, paralyzed, watching the emergency room doors, praying. Every second stretched into an eternity. His father, Daphne, K.J., Darius – their tear-streaked faces were a blur around him.Then, an eternity later, the doors finally opened. A doctor, her face serious but calm, stepped out. Caleb rushed forward, his heart pounding

  • 82

    The blare of sirens sliced through the night, a harsh counterpoint to the shattered silence left by the collision. Both cars involved, crumpled masses of metal and glass, lay twisted on the asphalt. Drivers and bystanders quickly gathered, their faces etched with shock and concern."Hurry, she's pregnant!" someone shouted, their voice urgent, cutting through the rising murmur of panic."Why is a pregnant woman driving by herself?" another person questioned, the tone laced with judgment."Isn't that the famous heiress to Reed Medical Centre? Could it be she has an issue with the Callahan son?" Speculation, swift and merciless, flew through the small crowd, mingling with the cries for help.Within minutes, the ambulance arrived, its lights flashing a frantic rhythm. Diana was carefully loaded onto a stretcher, her face pale, a streak of blood visible at her temple. The paramedics worked quickly, stabilizing her before rushing her towards t

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