Lucy Jeyser paced the length of her bedroom, her mind ablaze with anger. The truth about Steve’s affair and his hidden son burned in her chest like a fire she couldn’t extinguish. At first, she thought about confronting him directly, letting rage guide her, but a darker, colder plan formed in her mind. If he could hide this from me for five years, he deserved more than words.

By Friday evening, arrangements had been made. A hitman, Michael Owen, would ensure Jesabell and Levi would never threaten her perfect image again.

Saturday arrived. The city was quiet under the blanket of night, unaware of the storm about to unfold.

Steve had wanted to accompany Lucy that evening, but she shook her head. “Don’t spend the night with me,” she said softly, her eyes glinting with a mixture of desire and calculation.

Steve frowned. “I—”

Lucy stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest. “It’s been too long since we’ve spent the night together.”

Her words melted the tension between them. Steve smiled reluctantly, letting the moment wash over him, and soon the two were entwined in a romantic evening, laughing softly, letting the world disappear outside the walls of their room.

Hours later, in the quiet intimacy of their shared bed, Lucy’s tone shifted. “When were you planning on telling me about the boy… and the woman?”

Steve jolted upright. Panic flashed across his features. “I… I’m sorry,” he stammered.

Lucy’s voice was calm, chilling in its finality. “It’s okay. After tonight, you’ll never see them again.”

Steve’s blood ran cold. Without another word, he rushed out, heart hammering, to his car. He drove faster than he ever had before, weaving through the city streets, desperation guiding his hands on the wheel.

Meanwhile, Michael Owen was already on his way. Jesabell and Levi were unaware of the danger closing in.

The night erupted in chaos. A gunshot rang through the quiet suburban street. Jesabell cried out, clutching Levi, before collapsing. Levi’s small body shook violently, eyes wide with shock, before darkness claimed him.

Steve skidded to the house, crashing through the front door. His heart stopped when he saw Jesabell on the ground and Levi unconscious in her arms. Rage and fear propelled him forward.

Michael Owen didn’t expect Steve Jeyser to fight back with such ferocity. Blows were exchanged, the room filled with the sounds of struggle, until Owen fled into the night, leaving destruction behind.

Steve dropped to his knees beside Jesabell and Levi. Jesabell’s eyes fluttered weakly, blood staining her clothes, but Levi remained unresponsive. Steve’s chest tightened, guilt and terror clawing at him.

He looked down at his son, whispering through clenched teeth, “I’ll find you… a better home… a better family.”

In that moment, Steve realized that wealth and power could never shield them from the dangers his secrets had unleashed. And for Levi, the world had just turned cruel and unrecognizable.