Three days had passed since that unexpected reunion in the hospital corridors of Greenbay. The moment had felt like fate—a long-overdue reconnection that neither of them expected but both needed. Now, Hunter and Angel were walking hand in hand through the Southbay Port, the salty breeze brushing against their skin as the sound of seagulls echoed overhead.
The port was bustling with activity, but the world around them felt quiet in comparison. For Angel, it felt like returning to a place she once called home after being lost in a strange dream. For Hunter, it was a moment of triumph—not only had he found her again, but this time, he was bringing her home.
Their luggage rolled behind them, light in weight but heavy with the journey they’d just been through. Hunter kept glancing at Angel, his gaze protective and full of pride. She looked healthier now, her skin a little brighter, her cheeks not as hollow as before. The sparkle in her eyes had started to return.
As they made their way toward the parking area, laughing softly at an inside joke, they were completely unaware of the figure watching from the shadows.
Across the port, partially hidden by the corner of a storage building, a tall man stood still, cloaked in anonymity. He wore a black hooded jacket, a black baseball cap pulled low, and a black face mask that obscured his features. His eyes were locked on the couple walking together, hand in hand, as if the world belonged to them.
His gloved hand clenched into a tight fist by his side.
Hunter Mondiego. Back in Southbay. Back in the spotlight. And now, he was smiling—like he hadn't once lost everything.
The hooded figure didn’t move. He simply watched them with dark, unblinking eyes, rage simmering beneath his skin.
“This isn’t over,” he muttered under his breath. “Not yet.”
Then, without a sound, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
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Oblivious to the silent threat lingering nearby, Hunter and Angel finally reached the port gate. His sleek black SUV stood at the far end of the lot, glinting under the afternoon sun. Hunter released Angel’s hand gently and opened the back to load their things. After securing the luggage, he turned to Angel with a soft smile and opened the passenger door for her.
“Careful,” he said, helping her inside with a gentle touch.
Once she was settled, he closed the door and rounded to the driver’s side. A moment later, the engine purred to life, and they pulled out of the port parking lot.
The familiar streets of Southbay greeted them—quaint cafes, tree-lined sidewalks, and the soft hum of city life. Angel stared out the window, her eyes wide with nostalgia. Though it had only been a little over a month since she left, it felt like years.
“I missed this place,” she murmured, almost to herself.
Hunter smiled. “You won’t have to miss it anymore.”
She turned to look at him, his words comforting her more than he could know. Deep inside, she knew Southbay wasn’t just her hometown. It was their town now. With Hunter beside her, this place felt more like home than ever before.
As they drove further, Angel assumed they were headed to Hunter’s grand residence. But her brows furrowed when the car turned toward a familiar lane—the one that led to the Foster estate.
“Hunter?” she asked, slightly confused.
He didn’t answer right away, just glanced at her with a soft, knowing expression.
Moments later, they pulled into the Foster driveway. The gates were already open, as though they’d been expected. The moment the engine stopped, Angel’s heart began to race. Before she could even open the door, the front door of the mansion burst open.
Vivian Foster ran down the stairs, her hair disheveled and tears already spilling from her eyes. She didn’t hesitate. As soon as Angel stepped out, Vivian threw her arms around her younger sister, pulling her into a tight embrace.
“You crazy, stupid girl,” Vivian sobbed. “How could you leave like that? How could you not even give us a chance to explain?”
Angel’s eyes welled up as she returned the hug, holding her sister tightly. “I’m sorry, Vivi. I was hurt… and confused. I didn’t know what to believe.”
Vivian stepped back slightly, cupping her sister’s cheeks. “You could’ve come to me. You always come to me.”
“I know… I know,” Angel whispered, her voice cracking. “I won’t run again. I promise.”
Behind them, Philip Foster approached slowly, his posture as commanding as ever. But this time, there was a noticeable shift—his eyes shimmered with emotion, and a rare, proud smile pulled at the corners of his lips.
“Welcome home, Angel,” he said, his voice a little huskier than usual.
Angel turned to him and embraced him tightly. “I’m sorry, Dad. For everything.”
He wrapped his arms around her with surprising warmth. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”
As the reunion unfolded, Hunter stood respectfully to the side, allowing them their moment. But soon, all eyes turned to him. He cleared his throat gently, then stepped forward with his usual calm authority.
“Mr. Foster, Ms. Vivian,” he began, “I know this is a lot at once. But I wanted to tell you both something important.”
Angel looked at him, unsure of what he planned to reveal.
Hunter continued, his gaze steady. “Angel will be residing with me moving forward.”
Philip’s brows furrowed slightly. “She just got back. You’re already—”
“I understand your concern, sir,” Hunter interrupted gently but firmly. “But this isn’t just about us. Angel’s pregnant.”
Silence fell. Angel blinked in surprise—he’d said it so directly, so confidently.
“She’s carrying our child,” Hunter added, his voice softening as he glanced at her. “And I want to take care of her. Both of them. Every day.”
Vivian’s mouth fell open, her hand flying to her chest. “Pregnant?”
Philip’s initial reaction was unreadable, but then, slowly, his expression softened. A grin—wide and genuine—broke across his face. Tears brimmed in his eyes again, though he quickly tried to blink them away.
“My… my grandchild,” he said, almost to himself. “The Foster legacy continues.”
Vivian squealed, grabbing Angel’s hands and jumping lightly in place. “Oh my god, Angel! You’re going to be a mom!”
Angel blushed, smiling shyly. “I just found out recently. I wanted to be sure first.”
Philip looked from his youngest daughter to Hunter, then finally to Vivian. Something in his gaze shifted, a silent question passed through the air.
Vivian narrowed her eyes at him. “What?”
Philip smirked. “I’m just saying… it wouldn’t hurt if you followed your sister’s example. I’m not getting any younger.”
Vivian groaned. “Dad!”
Hunter chuckled softly as he slipped an arm around Angel’s waist, pulling her gently against him.
“I’ll take care of her,” he said, directing his words at both Philip and Vivian. “I swear it.”
Philip nodded approvingly. “You better. Because if you don’t, I’ll take that Mondiego fortune down myself.”
Everyone laughed—relief, joy, and love filling the air. And as the sun dipped lower over the Southbay skyline, it was clear: a new chapter was beginning for all of them.
But somewhere in the shadows, a different chapter was being written—one fueled by jealousy, revenge, and unfinished business.
And it was far from over.