Fabian sat in his apartment, his mind still racing from the conversation with Crystal. The plan she proposed seemed logical on the surface Tania was out of control, a loose cannon, and taking her down could solve everything.
Yet, deep down, Fabian couldn’t shake the feeling of apprehension that gnawed at him. Could he truly trust Crystal, or was this another manipulation to further someone else’s agenda?
His thoughts lingered on Ella and the twins.
Was he doing this for the right reasons, or was he just another puppet in a twisted game? His phone buzzed, pulling him from his thoughts. It was Crystal. The text read: Everything is set. We move on Tania in a week.
Fabian replied with a simple okay and tossed the phone aside. He wanted to be hopeful that this would work, that he could finally break free from Tania’s grasp and earn Ella’s forgiveness. But the nagging doubts wouldn’t leave. There was always another twist, another unexpected move in this game, and he was too tired to keep playing it.
Meanwhile, Ethan sat in his home office, reviewing some documents. His mind wandered to the papers he’d had Tania sign a few days ago. She had been so distracted, so caught up in her own paranoia, that she hadn’t even realized what she was agreeing to. Ethan had quickly forwarded the papers to Victor, who had begun the process of finalizing the custody papers of Grace with Tania knowing.
But even with that weight lifted, Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about Ella. The thought of filing for full custody of the boys crossed his mind more than once, but he wasn’t sure if it would bring her closer or drive her further away. He knew Ella was still somewhat angry at him, and for good reason. He had failed her once before, and now he was scared of repeating that mistake.
Weeks passed, and still, there was no news from Ella, and the kids he wondered if they are alright and why she disappeared like that with the boys. He decided to focus on work to keep his thoughts at bay, but even that felt like a temporary escape.