The hospital room was super quiet, save for the beeping of the heart monitor. Sofia was laid still, her head wrapped in a bandage, her face pale against the white hospital sheets. The scent of antiseptic lingered in the air, and a soft breeze from the open window blew the curtains, bringing in the fading warmth of the sunset.
Mr. Charles sat beside her bed, gripping her hand tightly. His face, usually composed and confident, was laced with worry. He had never felt this helpless before. His blindness had always been a problem, but now it felt like a curse. If only he had seen what happened. If only he could have protected her.
Derick stood awkwardly by the door, his hands shoved into his pockets. He had never imagined that his employee's life was so complicated. He felt guilty for how he had treated Sofia earlier. But guilt wasn't going to solve anything. "I'll cover the hospital bill," he said suddenly, breaking the silence. "She's my employee, and this happened at my store."
Mr. Charles turned his head toward Derick, his grip on Sofia's hand tightening. "No," he said firmly. "I'll take care of it."
Derick frowned. "Look, I know you care about her, but
"I said I'll handle it," Mr. Charles cut him off. His voice held an authority that made Derick pause. There was something about this blind man that didn't add up.
"Who exactly are you?" Derick finally asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Mr. Charles's lips. "I'm just a man who loves her."
Meanwhile, in another part of the city, Pamela Andrew sat in her lavish penthouse, sipping on a glass of wine made with blue berries. The television was on, flashing news of the scandal she had set in motion.
The footage of Mr. Charles and the janitor was being discussed on every major media outlet. Pamela smirked as she watched the reporters speculate about the identity of the mysterious woman in the video.
"Poor Sofia," she mused, swirling the wine in her glass. "How does it feel to be humiliated?"
Wilson, who had remained silent since their fight, stood by the window, arms crossed. "You're a monster, Pamela."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Don't act so righteous. You knew exactly who I was when you got involved with me."
Wilson scoffed. "I knew you were ruthless, but this? Destroying a pregnant woman's life just because you're jealous?"
Pamela's smirk vanished. She stood up and walked toward him, her heels clicking against the marble floor. "I don't lose, Wilson. I never lose."
"Maybe you already have," Wilson muttered before walking out the door.
Pamela clenched her fists. No, she hadn't lost. Not yet.
Back at the hospital, Sofia groaned as she stirred awake. Her head pounded, and her vision was blurry. "Where... am I?"
"Hospital, my love," Mr. Charles whispered softly, his voice filled with relief. "You had a terrible fall."
Memories rushed back into Sofia's mind. Pamela. The coffee shop. The humiliation. She shuddered. "The baby...?"
"The baby is fine," a doctor said, stepping into the room. "You were lucky."
Tears welled up in Sofia's eyes. She turned her head slightly, taking in the sight of Mr. Charles sitting beside her, his grip on her hand unrelenting.
"I was so scared," she whispered.
"I'm here," he assured her. "Always."
Derick cleared his throat. "I, uh, should get going. Take care, Sofia."
As he left, Sofia turned to Mr. Charles. "Pamela won't stop, will she?"
Mr. Charles breathed in deeply. "No. She won't."
Sofia bit her lip. She had to be strong. For herself. For their child.
"We'll fight back," she said determinedly.
Mr. Charles nodded. "Yes. We will."
Outside the hospital, the city lights brightened, unaware of the war that was about to begin.
many days passed by, and Sofia remained under medical observation. Mr. Charles stayed by her side, refusing to leave. The nurses admired his dedication, but love spread among them.
"Who is he?" one of them asked another. "He acts like a billionaire the way he carries himself."
Sofia noticed it too. Despite his blindness, there was something regal about Mr. Charles. The way he spoke, the confidence he carried his heart despite his disability he wasn't just any man. He was someone powerful, someone with secrets.
As she lay in bed, watching him sip his coffee, she finally asked, "Charles... who are you really?"
He sighed. He knew this moment would come. "Sofia... I haven't been honest with you. I didn't want my identity to interfere with our love."
Her heart pounded and she got tensed up. "What are you saying?"
"I'm not just a blind man. I am Charles Kensington, CEO of Royal Apparel LLC Company."
Silence. The words hit her like a storm. Sofia's lips parted, but no words came out. She had suspected he was different, but this? He was one of the richest men in the country.
"But why did you hide it?" she finally managed to ask.
"Because I wanted someone to love me for me. Not for my money, not for my power."
Tears filled her eyes. "Charles... I love you. Not for what you have, but for who you are."
Relief washed over his face. He reached for her hand, squeezing it."That's all I needed to hear."
Their moment was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. A nurse stepped in, looking troubled. "Mr. Charles, you need to hear this."
She played him a video from her tablet. A news broadcast was being presented. The headline made Sofia's blood run cold.
"Billionaire Charles Kensington in Scandalous Love Affair with Janitor-Secret Pregnancy Exposed!"
Her hands trembled. "No... no..."
Mr. Charles clenched his jaw. "Pamela."
Sofia's eyes darted back to the news. Pamela had done it again. She had gone to the press, not just with their love story, but with malicious lies.
"What do we do?" Sofia whispered, panic creeping into her voice.
Mr. Charles stood up, his usually calm demeanor replaced by quiet fury. "We fight back."
He turned to Sofia, his voice firm. "We're not running. We're not hiding. It's time the world knows the truth."
Sofia nodded, determination sparkling in her eyes. She had been humiliated, attacked, and betrayed. Even though Mr. Charles was blind she wasn't going to let Pamela win.
They were going to fight. And this time, they would win.