The Grayson estate sat in cold silence. It was a house of marble, gold, and empty halls. For 12 long years, Leonard Grayson, 42, a self-made millionaire, and his wife Isabelle, 35, had shared this place alone. Together, they had built an empire, yet failed in the one thing their hearts most desired a child.
They had spent millions on doctors, endured endless tests and false hopes. Each failed pregnancy shattered them further. And now, she was gone.
Leonard stood at the foot of their grand staircase, his face hollow, suit disheveled. He barely remembered the ambulance ride, the sterile hospital, or the cold pronouncement:
“I’m sorry, Mr. Grayson. She’s gone. No brain activity. No pulse.”
Leonard had pleaded, demanded re-examinations. The doctors tried, but every machine gave the same cruel answer. The woman who had been his everything was now a pale form in a casket. The world lost color. Time blurred. In numb grief, Leonard ordered a private burial at the family plot. No guests. No ceremony. He would bury her with his own hands—alone. Across the city, unnoticed by anyone, a small figure stirred beneath the……Read Full Story Here.…………………
