Love On Duty : A story of love and responsibility

Part 17

~After one week~

It had been one week since the incident. No one dared bring it up, but Y/n hadn't forgotten a single detail. The tension between her and Mrs. Kurenai was palpable; they barely exchanged words, and when they did, it was cold, distant. Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of unease around most people, except Shu or Free. She clung to their presence, spending more time at the hospital, which only deepened Mrs. Hoya's suspicions about Kyo. The atmosphere felt thick with unspoken words, like the calm before a storm.

Meanwhile, Dalny sat in her room, seething. The rage inside her hadn't dulled since Y/n's refusal. Every time she saw her, the baby bump a constant reminder of what Dalny could never have, the jealousy consumed her like a wildfire. The bitterness in her heart festered with each passing day.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Mrs. Hoya entered, quietly taking a seat beside her on the bed.

Mrs. Hoya: "Still upset about Y/n, aren't you?"

Dalny didn't respond immediately, but after a moment, she nodded, her eyes burning with unshed tears.

Dalny: "She has everything, and I have nothing. She promised to give me what I wanted. And then she just... refused. Like my pain meant nothing."

Mrs. Hoya's face darkened, her voice low and venomous.

Mrs. Hoya: "Exactly! How could she be so selfish? Even after snatching your chance to be a mother. She's a curse on this family. I had so many dreams of Shu's marriage, but she shattered them all. She trapped my son, and now, she walks around with her head held high. This village girl... she even killed your baby, the rightful heir to this family."

The words hit Dalny like a knife to the heart, her breath catching in her throat. Tears welled up, but she blinked them away.

Dalny: "I'll never forgive her for that. I can't... She took my child, my future."

Her voice cracked, the grief she'd been burying for so long finally surfacing.

Mrs. Hoya: "You can't afford to be weak now, Dalny. You should do something. You deserve to take revenge for what she stole from you."

Dalny turned toward Mrs. Hoya, confusion evident in her teary eyes.

Dalny: "Revenge? How?"

A twisted smile curled at the corners of Mrs. Hoya's lips.

Mrs. Hoya: "It's simple. Give her a taste of her own medicine. Take from her what she took from you. Kill her babies, just like she killed yours."

Dalny's eyes widened in horror.

Dalny: "W-What? But... How could I—"

Mrs. Hoya: "You must, Dalny. Make her feel the same pain you've endured. Think about it—how she's stolen your happiness time and time again. After so much waiting, you finally got pregnant, and she killed your child! Because of her, you'll never be a mother."

Dalny shook her head, her voice trembling.

Dalny: "I know... but I can't do this... not like this."

Mrs. Hoya's eyes narrowed, her voice cold and sharp as a blade.

Mrs. Hoya: "Really? Then how? Are you willing to stand by and let her have everything while you're left with nothing?"

Dalny's heart pounded in her chest. The image of Y/n, glowing with happiness, cradling her twins, burned into her mind. The jealousy, the anger, the betrayal—it all crashed down on her in a violent storm. But a part of her still resisted Mrs. Hoya's insidious words.

Dalny: "No, I... I can't..."

Mrs. Hoya: "Can't you? After everything she's done? After the humiliation, the pain? She has it all, Dalny, and she'll never stop flaunting it. Unless you do something. I could take matters into my own hands, but I want you to have peace. You deserve your revenge."

Mrs. Hoya's voice had grown more intense, her eyes burning with barely concealed rage.

Dalny: "I... I don't know..."

Her voice was barely a whisper now, her mind spinning with conflicting emotions.

Mrs. Hoya stood abruptly, her face a mask of cold, calculated fury.

Mrs. Hoya: "Think about it, Dalny. How long can you stand by, watching her live the life that should've been yours? How long before the bitterness eats you alive? This is your chance to take control. Y/n can't have it all. She doesn't deserve it."

Dalny remained silent, torn between the hatred gnawing at her and the last bit of conscience holding her back.

Mrs. Hoya: "You have until tomorrow to decide. Tell me your choice then."

Dalny nodded weakly, her mind clouded with doubt as Mrs. Hoya left the room. The storm inside her raged on, but one thing was clear—nothing would ever be the same.

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So sorry for not updating still after the completion of target. As I said in my announcement  I git busy in exams. But I will update constantly to maintain this gap.

Hope you enjoy this chapter. Now onltly few more chapters were left. 

What do you think will happen now?