My Corrupted System

Zane went closer and grabbed Diana's chin, making her turn to face him. He said, "Look at me, Diana," in a serious and rude voice. I'm sick of listening to your reasons. What you thought at the time or the reason you left doesn't matter to me.

But Zane stopped, his eyes softening, as soon as Diana's eyes began to fill up with tears. Letting out an annoyed sigh, he let go of her chin. He repeated, "Just leave. Take your tears and go. I don't want to talk about this anymore."

With a shiver Diana got up and moved slowly towards the door. She paused at the door's edge and turned around, her eyes watery. With a shaky voice, she said, "I'm sorry, Zane." Without waiting for a response, she walked out and closed the door.

With a sad sigh, Zane fell onto the bed. His mind was racing with thoughts. He kept thinking about Maya and their happiness before Diana returned and ruined it all.

He was surprised by how much the memories of Maya's upset face hurt. "What am I supposed to do?" With a hand over his hair, Zane spoke softly. He felt tired, and as he closed his eyes, the sleep took over him.

In the morning, as the servants opened the door, Zane woke instantly, his reflexes sharp from years of training. They entered quietly, tidying the room. Zane got up, prepared for the day, and had the breakfast the servants brought him. Afterward, he decided to speak with Maya to apologize, but on his way to her room, he found Diana and Liam sitting at the dining table.

"Zane, why don't you join us for breakfast?" Diana shouted as he passed by through the corridor.

After giving her a quick glance, Zane shook his head. "I've already eaten."

But before he could leave, Liam turned to face him, longing in his wide, hopeful eyes. "Daddy, can you join us, please? It is my first time having breakfast with a full family.

After some hesitation, Zane moved to the dining table and took a seat beside Liam. The child, with his untidy brown hair falling over his forehead, held Zane's arm while wearing a basic white shirt and blue shorts. Liam whispered, "I really missed you," in an emotional voice.

Zane placed a hand on Liam's head and said in a gentle voice, "I missed you too, son."

Diana, wearing a long brown skirt and a light blue top, sat silently across the table. She wore her hair loosely in a bun, and her face had a soft, motherly touch despite her weariness. Silently, she observed them, a small smile forming on her lips as she took in the scene before her.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of a door opening. When Zane looked up, he saw Maya leaving her room and making her way over to the dining table. Her wet hair fell in loose waves over her shoulders, still drying from her bath. She wore a black top and grey shorts that highlighted her lean, sexy figure. But it wasn't her appearance that caught Zane's attention, but it was her red eyes.

The sight made Zane's chest tighten. She had been crying, and he knew it. He felt a feeling of guilt, but before he could speak, Maya walked up to the table and sat down next to him, crossing her arms. Her sharp eyes, once so full of warmth, were now cold and distant.

Unaware of the tense environment, Liam smiled and put up a little plate with a sandwich before the tension could build. "Look, Dad! This is made by Mommy. He said, "Here, eat it!" with a lively tone.

Zane looked at the sandwich and paused. He thought about Diana, who had never been good at cooking and frequently said that the kitchen wasn't her area. But here she was, preparing their son's meals. He hadn't anticipated how much she had changed.

Maya complained, her irritation barely concealed. "We have chefs, kid. Why would Zane eat her food? They make better meals than this."

Liam's eager eye pulled Zane back as he turned to face her, his lips opening to reply. Zane said softly, "Let me try," and reached for the sandwich. He took it in his hands and chewed carefully. It wasn't horrible, but the bread was a little too toasted, and the filling was not equally distributed. He was about to say something comfortable when he swallowed it.

Maya grabbed the sandwich out of his hand before he could do so. She said sharply, "Let me taste." She chewed on the sandwich without waiting for a reply, her gaze narrowing. She remarked simply, "It's not even that good," and put the partially consumed sandwich back on the plate. "This is not as good as what the chefs cook. Diana, why even bother to prepare food?

Diana's fingers tightened on the skirt's edge as her face became nervous. However, she remained silent and lowered her gaze and acted like she was avoiding the dispute from getting more heated.

Liam's joyful smile shifted, and he quietly grabbed another sandwich piece.

They never expected Maya to interfere while Zane was eating a sandwich.

Maya folded her arms and reclined in her chair. "Don't you think you should say something to me, Zane?" she asked in a frustrated tone.

Zane was about to reply when his stomach began to growl uncontrollably. He instinctively held the region where a sharp pain broke through his abdomen, just below his ribs. He leaned forward a little as his face twisted in pain.

Maya's hand flew to her own stomach, and she froze. Her voice trembled as she shouted, "What... what is this?" The pain grew worse as it moved up into her chest, and she pushed her hand to her lower abdomen.

Sweat was building on Zane's forehead as he gritted his teeth. As he struggled to endure the intense discomfort, his breathing became shallow. He muttered, "Something... isn't right."