Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 130

Chapter 130
Miexha’s Point of View

Six Years Later – Red City

“Jamie, darling,” I called gently, wiping frosting off her cheek as she stood on tiptoe, trying to peek over the birthday cake.
“Ready to blow your candles?”

She nodded, curls bouncing, her face glowing under the fairy lights we’d strung across the tiny garden of our rented apartment in Red City.

The theme? Bows and Ballads — her idea, of course. She wanted violins, pink balloons, and glitter on everything.

She’s six now.
Six.
And my heart still hasn’t caught up.

Jamie closed her eyes, whispered a wish I couldn’t hear, and blew out the six flickering candles like she was making a secret pact with the stars.

Everyone clapped.

Sonata swept her into his arms.
“Happy birthday, our little princess!” he cheered, spinning her gently in the air.

Jamie giggled—all teeth and sunshine.

I smiled, holding that warmth close to my chest.
This is our life now.
Red City.
University lectures in the morning. Rehearsals at night. Bedtime stories somewhere in between.

I chose music over the empire I was supposed to inherit.
Passion over power. Songs over stock options.

And Jamie…
Jamie is my everything.

No one knows about her.
Not Jayson.
Not his parents.
Not even Ofreigha—who he now calls his “real beginning” in some magazine cover.

But my mother knows.

She was the first to hold Jamie in the hospital after my C-section. I was too weak to sit up, but the moment I heard Jamie cry, I cried harder.
She looked like him.

Too much like him.

The same sharp eyes. The same stubborn dimple. That little chin.

Jayson’s love life is public now. Open, glossy, celebrated.
Ours? Never existed—not in their eyes.
Even if the papers still say otherwise.

But not for long.

“Happy Birthday, Jamie!” Bluechord shouted, handing her a toy microphone wrapped in silver foil. He kissed her cheek and whispered something ridiculous that made her squeal.

Musika and Nightingale argued over cupcake icing. One said pink, one said purple.
Echojam arrived late, her lab coat still in her bag, but Jamie threw herself into her arms like she’d just rescued the world.

“I love all my Ninongs and Ninangs,” Jamie always says proudly.
“They spoil me because I’m super cute.”

She’s not wrong.

And Sonata…
Oh, Sonata.

He’s been here since the beginning.
He's the one with me every prenatal check up, the one who took me in the hospital during labor. Then he volunteered to be a stand in dad for Jamie. Carrying her. Spoiling her.
He even bought her first bike.

He once courted me—if I ever let it count. I wanted to give him a chance...
But I couldn’t say yes.

Because I’m still legally someone else’s wife.
And honestly?
I’m still healing from being someone’s second choice.

Jamie ran over now, frosting all over her dress, holding a squashed cupcake reaching for me.

“Mommy! I saved one for you!”