Enchanted melody of our hearts( Edited version)

🙃FRAYED JOY-CHAPTER-23

A/N: "Happy birthday, da Naveen! And no, not Meera's brother Naveen. This is my bro, Naveen! Can you believe it? He's officially 18 today! 🥳 The guy who's the inspiration behind Meera's silent killer younger brother! 🎉

Linz, Austria.

Unknown pov:

It was a modest house. Not big. Not small. Just enough to survive in. A fragile illusion of safety built on trembling ground. Outside, the garden still bloomed – a deception, like the smile I wore every day.

Inside, I sat bathed in the cold light of my laptop screen, eyes stinging, body aching. The dark circles under my eyes weren't just from the sleepless night—they were from years of regret, guilt, and the endless weight of my mistakes.

Alba had been burning with fever last night. My sweet three-month-old daughter whimpered through the dark hours, and I rocked her like a lifeline. She was finally asleep now. And yet, I couldn't. My mind refused rest.

Because even in exhaustion, danger whispered from behind firewalls and encrypted codes.
I had spent the last hour trying—and failing—to breach the Hernandez Corporation's new cyber defenses. A part of me should've felt relieved. But mostly? I was scared. Terrified of what failure meant... and of the man I was married to.

"Mama!"

The soft cry snapped me from the screen.

Jose.

My little boy. Barely three. Hair like his father, Skinny, and too smart for his age. He held a biscuit plate with his tiny hands and stared at me with all the seriousness in the world.

"You eat nothin'," he said with a stubborn pout. "Here. Eat!"

A shaky smile tugged at my lips. Even now, in this mess of a life, they were my sunshine. Jose and Alba—the only pure things I'd done right.

"Gracias, mi hombrecito,(thank you my little man)" I whispered, ruffling his hair and pretending, just for a second, that we were normal.

Then something cold gripped my heart. A memory, a name.

Adrian.

"Jose Adrian" carried his uncle's middle name. The brother I'd once been inseparable from. The brother who would never forgive me.

My thoughts spiraled until Jose's little voice pulled me back.
"Mama, no worry 'bout Alba. I jus' check. She all sleepin' now."

God, what did I do to deserve a child this sweet?

I offered him a bite of the biscuit, and he nestled into my lap like he still believed I was his hero. But I wasn't. I was just... broken.

Camila Vargas.

The name tasted like ash now. Once full of promise. Now a shadow.

"CAMILA!"

The sound of my name, barked like a curse, slammed through the walls.

I froze.
Javier.

I ushered Jose upstairs, heart pounding. He must never hear what was coming. My baby didn't deserve this hell.

Javier stormed in, eyes wild, mouth twisted with rage.

"¿Lo has crackeado? ¿Crackeaste el código?"

Did you crack it?
Did you break the code?

I shook my head, trembling. "No, Javier..."

But he was already closing the space between us. His hand clamped around my jaw, his grip like iron.
"¡Por qué para la mayoría de mis proyectos has craqueado tantos escudos cibernéticos de empresas, pero no puedes acceder a la compañía de tu padre!"
You've cracked the shields of dozens of companies for me. But you can't access your father's? What is it, guilt clouding your judgment?