Canary passed through the back door to the parking and left the company.
Canary parked his car near the quiet graveyard, the cold wind brushing against his face as he stepped out.
He made his way to his father's grave, the headstone standing stoically amidst the serene surroundings.
He crouched down, brushing some fallen leaves off the stone, and let out a deep sigh.
"Dad," he began, his voice heavy with emotion, "everything feels like it's crumbling. They've turned against me, accusing me of things I'd never do. A video, lies, betrayal it's all spiraling out of control."
He paused, running a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. "But I know you raised me better than this. You taught me to stand tall, to fight for what's right, no matter how impossible it feels. I promise, I'll clear my name. I won't let them destroy everything you and I built together."
Canary's gaze lingered on the gravestone, his determination solidifying.
"I won't let you down, Dad. Not now. Not ever."
He stood, the weight of the moment lifting slightly as resolve filled him.
The world might be against him, but he wasn't giving up. Not yet.
Canary arrived back at the mansion earlier than usual, parking his car quietly in the driveway.
As he stepped inside, Ketra approached him in the hallway.
"She's still in her room," Ketra said softly, referring to Lucy.
"She hasn't come out since we got back. I think the whole situation really shook her."
Canary nodded, concern etched on his face. "I'll go check on her."
He climbed the stairs and gently knocked on Lucy's door before pushing it open.
She was sitting on the edge of her bed, her face pale and her eyes red from crying. The sight of her like this made his chest tighten.
"Mom," Canary began softly, stepping into the room. "I just wanted to see if you're okay."
Lucy looked up, her expression shifting from sadness to frustration.
"Okay? Do you really think I can be okay after everything that's happened today?"
"Mom, please—"
Lucy cut him off, standing abruptly.
"Canary, you've brought shame to this family. Do you even understand the weight of those accusations? That video how could you say those things?"
"It's not what it looks like," Canary said firmly. "The video is edited, manipulated to make me look bad. I would never…"
"Then why would someone go to such lengths to ruin you?" Lucy demanded.
"Why would someone hate you so much? Are you telling me there's no truth to it at all?"
Canary clenched his fists, swallowing the pain of her words.
"Mom, I'm telling you the truth. I didn't do any of those things. I swear to you, I'll prove it."
Lucy shook her head, her voice breaking. "I don't know what to believe anymore, Canary. All I know is that this family is falling apart because of you."
Her words cut deep, and Canary felt a lump rise in his throat.
Without another word, he turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind him.
Canary stormed into his room, slamming the door behind him.
His anger boiled over as he kicked the nearby chair, sending it crashing into the desk.
He grabbed a lamp and threw it against the wall, the sound of shattering glass echoing in the room.
Papers, books, and objects scattered as he vented his frustration on everything within reach.
His breaths came in sharp, heavy bursts as he stood in the chaos he had created.
But the anger inside him didn't dissipate. He needed an outlet.
Still in his business suit, Canary made his way to the mansion's gym.
Without bothering to change, he headed straight for the punching bag.
His tie loosened, his jacket tossed aside, he began throwing punches, each one harder than the last.
Sweat dripped down his face as he pounded the bag, his muscles straining with the force of his strikes.
His mind was a whirlwind of emotions anger, betrayal, frustration but he kept going, pushing himself past the pain.
After a while, his movements slowed, exhaustion setting in. He leaned against the punching bag, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
The weight of the day pressed down on him, and he sat down and begun crying
He then dried his tears and left the gym to the parking again where he got his car and drove out.
His mind told him to go to a bar but on the way he thought about Lisa and then drove to her place.
On reaching she wasn't there yet so he waited from his car.
As the sun dipped lower, her familiar silhouette appeared at the corner of the street.
She was walking home, her bag slung over her shoulder, and she paused when she noticed his car parked outside.
Canary stepped out as she approached, his heart pounding.
He didn't say anything at first, just stood there, watching her intently.
His eyes searched her face, trying to gauge her mood, was she angry with him too? Had the video swayed her as well?
Lisa stopped a few steps away, her expression neutral but curious.
"Canary," she said softly. "What are you doing here?"
He hesitated, his voice almost cracking.
"I… I needed to see you. To know if you're… if you're angry with me too."
Lisa's gaze softened, but she didn't speak immediately, leaving him to brace for her reaction.
She saw the vulnerability in his eyes. Whatever the world was saying, the man standing in front of her didn't look like the person described in the video.
She took a deep breath, closing the distance between them. "Canary," she said gently, "I've seen the video. I won't lie it hurt to watch. But I need to hear it from you. What really happened?"
Canary's shoulders relaxed slightly at her words. She wasn't accusing him, nor turning her back on him. She wanted to listen.
"Lisa," he began, his voice steady but full of emotion, "that video is a lie. It's edited to make me look like someone I'm not. I said things to Regina in anger, things I regret, but I would never exploit anyone especially not the way they're claiming."
Lisa searched his face, her heart tugging at the raw sincerity in his voice.
"So you didn't… do any of the things they're accusing you of?"
" Yeah, I slept with them. But that was back then… and I never forced anyone. You know Lisa…" he said firmly, his voice breaking slightly.
"And I swear, I'll prove it. I just need time to figure out who's behind this and why they're trying to ruin me."
Lisa nodded, her resolve strengthening. "Okay," she said softly. "I believe you, Canary. "
For the first time that day, Canary felt a small flicker of hope. "Thank you, Lisa. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Scene: Outside Lisa's Place
As Canary finished speaking, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion, a single tear escaped and rolled down his cheek.
He quickly wiped it away, embarrassed, but Lisa had already seen it.
Her heart ached at the sight of him so vulnerable, so unlike the composed and confident man she knew.
Without hesitation, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a warm embrace.
Canary stiffened at first, caught off guard, but then he relaxed, letting himself lean into her comfort.
For a moment, the weight of the day melted away in her arms.
Lisa rested her head on his shoulder and whispered softly,
"Everything will be okay, Canary. I'm here, and I believe in you. We'll get through this together."
He held onto her tightly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Lisa. I don't deserve you."
"You deserve more than you think," she said firmly, pulling back slightly to look him in the eyes. "And we'll prove the truth. Together."
Canary nodded, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. In that moment, he knew he wasn't alone.