For days, Leo couldn't focus. Every sound in the house reminded him of Daisy's voice — her anger, her tears, the way she had said "you keep hurting me." Those words echoed in his head like a punishment he couldn't escape.
Ivy tried to comfort him. She made his coffee every morning, cooked dinner, even played with Kulture more than before — but none of it reached him.
One night, as they sat in the living room, Ivy finally asked, "Leo, are you even here with us anymore? You've been quiet since she left."
Leo rubbed his face tiredly. "Ivy…"
She looked at him expectantly.
He sighed. "About what I said — about you being Kulture's new mom… I didn't mean it."
The words hit Ivy like cold rain. "What?"
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "I said it out of anger. Daisy just— she knows how to get to me. I didn't mean to hurt her that way."
Ivy stared at him, her throat tightening. "So what does that make me, Leo? Just someone to fill the silence she left behind?"
Leo didn't answer. He didn't have to. The silence said enough.
He stood and walked to the window, his eyes distant. "She's out there somewhere… alone. And knowing Daisy, she's pretending she's fine."
Ivy was so angry but did not show it, and wish daisy never comes back
That night, Leo couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her walking away — the way she didn't look back, the way her voice trembled when she said 'You win, Leo.'
By morning, he'd made up his mind. He called an old friend — Daisy's manager — and after a few tense questions, he found out where she'd gone.
A quiet coastal town, far from everything.
He didn't tell Ivy. He didn't tell anyone. He just packed a small bag and left for the airport.
As the plane rose above the clouds, Leo's heart pounded in his chest. He didn't know what he'd say to her — or if she'd even listen. But he needed to see her.
When he finally arrived, the first thing he saw was the ocean. And there — sitting under a palm tree by the water — was Daisy.
For a second, he just stood there, frozen. She was laughing. Genuinely laughing.
And beside her sat Damon Osu — the international actor, smiling as if he'd known her forever. Their laughter mingled with the sound of the waves, easy and light.
Leo's heart twisted painfully.
He took a step closer, fists clenching by his sides. His jaw tightened as he watched Damon hand her a drink, their fingers brushing briefly. Daisy smiled — that same soft, beautiful smile he hadn't seen in so long.
Something inside him snapped.
How could she look that happy without me?
His chest burned with a mix of jealousy and guilt. He'd come all this way, thinking she'd be broken — but she wasn't. She looked alive. Free.
Daisy noticed him then — a shadow standing by the boardwalk, half-hidden by the sun. Her laughter faded slowly. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Leo?" she whispered.
Damon followed her gaze, turning around. His relaxed smile faltered when he saw the man glaring at them from a few feet away.
Leo's voice was low, rough with emotion. "So this is where you've been."
The air between them grew heavy — the sound of the waves now sharp, the warmth of the sun suddenly cold.
Daisy stood, her heart racing. "Leo, what are you doing here?"
He stared at her — the woman he had broken, the one he couldn't stop wanting — and for the first time, he didn't have an answer.
He stopped just a few feet away, his jaw tightening. "I had to be here," he said bitterly. "Because while I've been tearing myself apart, wondering if you're safe, you've been here — laughing, smiling, with him."
Damon rose from his seat, calm but cautious, his tall frame casting a long shadow in the fading sunlight. "Maybe you should calm down," he said firmly, his voice steady. "You're upsetting her."
Leo's head snapped toward him, his expression darkening dangerously. "Stay out of this," he said coldly, his tone low and trembling with suppressed fury.