Chapter 1 She Became a Stranger....

Sarah stepped out of the hospital, her small bag hanging from her shoulder, her hands trembling as if they were too weak to hold anything. The evening air pressed hot and heavy against her skin.

She paused by the gate, her eyes sweeping through the crowd as she searched for a familiar face.

But she couldn't find any. Not James, not even her son – Daniel.

Not a single call buzzed her phone, not even a short text message: "Mummy, are you okay?" from Daniel. Her thumb hovered over James's name in her contacts, but the courage to press dial deserted her.

She stopped a cab as it pulled up. She forced herself inside, sinking into the back seat.

"Madam, you alright?" the driver asked in polite curiosity, watching her pale reflection in the rearview mirror.

Sarah nodded quickly, pressing her gaze to the window. She let the noise of vendors and honking cars blur past.

But inside the car, silence pressed harder, reminding her how alone she was. She quietly gave the driver her address and drove off.

Tears filled her eyes, dropping on her phone screen till it blurred. She wiped it quickly with the back of her hand. Above her, the clouds gathered fast, the sky turning dark as if heaven itself had bent low to watch her.

A cool breeze swept past, carrying the smell of rain. Then the drops started, gentle at first, before beating down harder, drenching the wheel screen of the cab. The rain kept dropping, coinciding with her tears, as though the heavens had joined in her pain.

By the time the cab stopped at her house, the rain had calmed, her chest throbbed with dread. The house that once promised her joy now looked like a stranger's.

She climbed out slowly, her legs weak from sickness and fear.

The front door gave way to silence in that told nothing of peace, but absence. Then her eyes fell on the dining table.

Plates set. Glasses filled. Three chairs pulled close as though waiting for a family meal.

For a fleeting second, hope flickered. Maybe James and Daniel had planned something for her homecoming. Maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong.

But then Clara, the maid, stepped out from the kitchen, her smile thin and nervous. She fiddled with her apron, avoiding Sarah's eyes.

That silence said everything.

Sarah's chest sank.

Footsteps thundered on the stairs. A small voice cut through the air.

"Daddy!"

Sarah's face softened. Her arms opened wide, tears gathering in her eyes again. She had missed that voice more than anything. She braced herself for her son's embrace.

But Daniel stopped halfway. His smile collapsed when his eyes met hers. His small face hardened, cold in a way no child's should.

"Danny boy," she whispered, forcing a smile. "Come to mummy. I missed you so much."

But he ignored her as he turned sharply to Clara. "When is Auntie Tiana coming back?"

The name struck her chest like a blade. Clara's face turned pale. She glanced at Sarah, then back at the boy. "Soon, Daniel. Very soon."

Sarah's legs wobbled as she moved towards the table, needing to sit. But Daniel's voice cut across, sharp with resentment.

"That's Auntie Tiana's chair. She sits there every day."

Sarah steadied her voice, soft and pleading. "Danny, mummy just came back from the hospital. Let me sit here. I'm still weak."

Daniel's face tightened further. "You are better already. You don't belong here. That chair is hers, not yours."

The words stabbed her deeper than knives. She stretched out her hand, desperate to hold him, to remind him who she was.

But Daniel shoved her chest with both palms.

The impact threw her backward. Her shoulder slammed into the floor, her wrist twisting as pain shot through her arm.

Tears spilled freely, but the sound of the front door opening forced her to lift her head.

Daniel's anger dissolved in an instant. His face lit up, and he ran forward, his joy bubbling. "Auntie Tiana!"

Sarah's breath caught as the door swung wide.

Tiana Cadwell stepped in, polished and graceful, her smile bright as though the house was hers. Arm in arm with her, guiding her like a queen, was James Striker - Sarah's husband.

Daniel threw himself into Tiana's arms, his laughter loud and sweet, the kind of laughter Sarah had longed to hear directed at her.

James's hand rested warmly on Tiana's back, his eyes softened in a way Sarah had not seen in years.

From the floor, Sarah's chest rose and fell in sharp pain.

She stared at the scene before her: her son in another woman's arms, her husband looking at that woman with tenderness, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle where she had no space.

The dining table gleamed, set for three, but not for her.

Her vision blurred. Her throat ached as though stones had lodged inside.

For the first time, the question she had buried deep forced its way out, cutting her apart from within.

Had she been wrong to come back to this house at all?