Trey Longfall had always been the backbone of Longfall Paradise — a master builder, a tech genius, and a respected land manager Along side Malyssah who shared the same traits.. But pressure does strange things to a man. Between overseeing expansions, managing conflicts between tenants, and navigating old wounds from his first marriage with Tya, Trey began to fracture from the inside out.
He buried himself in work. Days turned into nights, and nights into hazy loops of insomnia, forgotten meals, and late-night drinking. The glow from his monitor became the only light he recognized. He started lashing out — not violently, but with cold detachment. He missed events, skipped family dinners, and became less present even with the kids.
Malyssah, already wary of outsiders and fiercely protective of her children, tried to hold things together. She picked up his slack in PR, shielded the children, and masked the strain from the rest of the family — but behind closed doors, she was breaking too.
The tipping point came when one of Trey’s rushed builds caused a serious rollback that cost the family thousands in rentals. Malyssah didn’t even yell. She looked him in the eye and, with that icy calm she mastered so well, simply said:
“If you can’t be strong for this family, I will. But don’t expect me to carry you, too.”
That night, she took the twins to her private quarters and locked the doors. Trey was left staring at the empty living room, alone with his ghosts
Trey Longfall was a man stretched thin—physically present, emotionally absent. The strain of raising four kids and a pregnant wife, His baby Ethan was not born yet. running massive land developments, and keeping up the illusion of control began to eat away at him. His bond with Malyssah, once passionate and unbreakable, grew colder by the day.
She saw the change before he admitted it. He stopped kissing her goodbye. He ignored Layla’s tantrums. He missed Trey Jr.’s first attempt at coding. Even Tristen, always stoic, started withdrawing.
And Malyssah? She felt like she was fighting to hold up a home Trey had emotionally abandoned..
After Ethan was born they had a rocky marriage filled with arguments and resentment. She always accused him of being with someone else but this wasn't the case. They were still making love but it was cold and unclear to each of their bodies. Malyssah then conceived another Child who she later reveals
One night, in the middle of a bender, Trey found himself wandering the darker corners of the grid — and ended up at a place called Hot Wives Hotel. It was a neon-lit venue built for wild nights and broken promises. Trey didn’t go looking for company. But the company found him.
Dona was there — legs crossed, drink in hand, eyes scanning for her next escape route. A manipulative beauty on the run from a man who abused her and a life she couldn’t stomach.
She zeroed in on Trey like a shark sniffing blood.
“You look like someone who forgot what it feels like to be wanted.”
One drink became five. Talk became laughter. Then a drunken teleport back to Longfall Paradise.
That night, they had sex. Sloppy. Emotional. Unspoken grief tangled in sweaty sheets. He knew he was betraying Malyssah — but for a moment, it numbed the guilt.
Trey tried to forget it the next morning, pretending it never happened. But three weeks later, Dona messaged him:
“We need to talk. I’m pregnant.”
His blood ran cold.
Discovery and Fallout
Malyssah wasn’t a fool. She felt the shift the moment Trey started avoiding even eye contact. Then she noticed random teleports in his viewer history, and conversations he abruptly closed when she walked by.
She cornered him one night in the west wing of the mansion.
“Who is she?”
Trey didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. The silence was the confession.
She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry.
“You brought that woman here. Into our home. You tainted the air where our children sleep.”
Her voice cracked once, and only once, when she whispered:
“I let you inside me, trusted you with my soul… and you gave it to her.”
That night, she took the kids and left him in the mansion alone.
And for the first time, Trey didn’t fight back. He just broke.
Ashamed, hollowed, and spiraling deeper, Trey hit rock bottom. The kids wouldn't speak to him. Malyssah wouldn't look at him. Even Dona, now messaging him daily, began pressing him for money, for time, for emotional attention he no longer had.
That’s when Tristen stepped in.
“You can’t undo what you did. But you can choose who you become next.”
The chime over the shop door gave a soft ring as Trey stepped inside, shoulders tense, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Beside him, Dona clung to his arm like a desperate ornament, laughing too loudly as she browsed pastel blankets and designer diaper bags.
“This is so exciting, babe,” she cooed. “We should get matching outfits for when she’s born. Maybe leopard print?”
Trey nodded absently, his eyes fogged. He wasn’t sure why he was here. He hadn’t seen a single curve on Dona’s belly. Just excuses. "It’s early." "It’s all in my back." "I bloat at night." Eventually she finally did get pregnant.
Something never sat right—but guilt was a hell of a leash.
He drifted toward the back of the store… and that’s when he saw her.
Malyssah.
Hair pinned up, worn cardigan, holding a small bundle in lavender cloth. She looked tired. So tired. But beautiful in that way only a mother could look: raw and real.
In her arms was Sabrina.
His daughter.
“Trey?” she said, stunned. “What the hell are you doing here—with her?”
Trey froze.
Dona turned. Her eyes narrowed.
“Ohhh, this must be your ex. Cute baby. You two still play house?”
Malyssah didn’t even blink. She gently shifted Sabrina into Trey’s arms.
“Hold your daughter.”
He hesitated. She placed the baby anyway, stepping back. The world went still.
He stared down at Sabrina. Her tiny hands. Her perfect face.
“Kiss her,” Malyssah whispered. “Go ahead. If you can be man enough to make mistakes with that snake... be man enough to show this child she’s still loved.”
His lip trembled. But he couldn’t move. The weight of shame crushed him.
He carefully turned, walking back to the car outside.
"I… I can't," he muttered. “I don’t deserve to.”
They walked away from Malyssah and she started to cry and walked out of the store. Trey turned around to look back and... Malyssah was gone.
Then the screaming started.
Moments Later: Chaos Unleashed
The shop door slammed open so hard it cracked the frame.
Malyssah burst back in.
Her hands clenched tight around the grip of a metal tire iron, grabbed from the trunk of her car. Her eyes were red, not from tears—but from fury.
“YOU LYING BITCH!”
Dona screamed, stumbling backward into a display of pacifiers.
“What the hell—Trey! TREY!”
Trey rushed in behind her just in time to see Malyssah swing — the iron clipping the edge of the counter as Dona dodged, squealing.
“You lied to him! Over and over! You manipulated him! You paraded around fake pregnancy and he lost MONTHS thinking he was responsible for you!”
“I am pregnant now!” Dona screeched.
“Only because he was drunk enough to keep trying!”
She swung again. Trey caught her wrist mid-air.
“MALYSSAH—STOP!” he yelled, voice shaking. “Don’t do this here… don’t do this in front of our baby.”
Malyssah fought him—hard—screaming through gritted teeth as she kicked and struggled.
“I gave birth alone! ALONE, TREY! I screamed your name and you were probably inside her! I held Sabrina for hours before I could even cry because I was afraid I’d never stop!”
Trey dropped to his knees, pulling her into his arms, the tire iron falling with a hollow clang beside them.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry…”
Dona fled — out the shop, across the street, never looking back.
Malyssah sobbed into his shoulder. Not out of weakness—but release. The damn holding her rage, her grief, and her loneliness had finally broken.
Aftermath:
The shop was a wreck. Police were never called — the owner, a mother herself, quietly closed the store and let them have their moment.
Trey didn’t go after Dona.
He didn’t need to.
From that moment on, his focus was back where it belonged: on Malyssah, Sabrina, and the family he betrayed—but hadn’t yet lost forever.
Peace Over Blood
“Family is supposed to be your shelter—not your storm.”
It Started with Bitterness…
For a brief season, Malyssah Blackheart-Longfall and Lisa 'SoSe' Longfall-Daro had formed a strong sisterhood—connected through marriage, motherhood, and the complicated legacy of the Longfall name. They'd laughed together, leaned on one another during hormonal chaos, and even shared baby shower planning ideas in sync.
But the cracks started forming when Lisa announced she was pregnant with a set of twins.
It wasn’t jealousy—it was overshadowing.
Malyssah was pregnant too. Quietly. Nervously. And instead of support, she felt the room shift around her. Lisa's twins became the spotlight. The sim gossiped about her bump, not Malyssah's. Baby showers, decorating, name reveal parties—all revolved around Lisa’s joy.
“It’s like I’m invisible unless I’m on fire,” Malyssah told Trey one night, her voice like steel behind a curtain of calm.
But it wasn’t just Lisa’s pregnancy. It was Lisa’s drama.
And his name was Achelius.
Achelius and Dona: The Betrayal That Broke It All
The final straw came not long after Malyssah's second trimester scan.
Lisa, once her closest confidante, started letting Achelius—Lisa's on-again-off-again flame and harem manager—bring Dona back around. The same Dona who had lied about being pregnant, then got pregnant to trick Trey, The same Dona who was a Manager for the UK division of her club! The same Dona who aborted the baby to be with Achelius
and had once sent hateful IMs to Malyssah like:
"If you were enough for him, he wouldn't have needed me."
Lisa knew this. Achelius knew this. But suddenly, they were hosting dinner nights and pretending like the past was just “SL drama” instead of trauma.
And when Achelius married Dona, it wasn’t just a betrayal.
It was war.
The Blow-Up: Lisa and Malyssah’s Final Words
Lisa tried to smooth it over, as always.
“Malyssah… it’s been years. Dona’s different now. She’s a mother, I don really care for her I just pitty her. You can't just kick a dead horse. She is nothing!.”
“No. I’m a mother. She’s a parasite.”
Lisa tried to laugh it off, defuse. But Malyssah’s face didn’t move.
“If she ever steps foot near my family again, I will end her. Not in RP. Not in text. I mean for real. Don’t play with me, Lisa. You know I mean it.”
Lisa’s mouth opened to argue—but she saw the murder in Malyssah’s eyes. Then Malyssah says:
“You chose her. You chose chaos. And I’m done bleeding for family that would rather watch me drown.”
Malyssah logged off that night.
And she never came back to the family estate.
Trey’s Decision: Blood or Peace
At first, Trey tried to play peacemaker. But after he saw Malyssah cry into a baby blanket one night—afraid their new twins would be born into the same storm—they had a serious talk.
“I want peace, Trey,” she said. “Not forgiveness. Not healing. Peace. And if that means leaving them all behind—then we leave.”
Trey didn’t hesitate.
“Then we go.”
And just like that, Trey Longfall and Malyssah left Longfall Paradise.
They sold the mansion. Gave up management titles. Removed themselves from the estate rolls. Only the kids stayed in touch with cousins and relatives through IMs and school events. Trey never logged into family group chats. No calls. No birthdays. No holidays.
Six months into Malyssah’s secret pregnancy… there was still silence.
The Secret Birth: A Family Reborn
Far off the grid, in a private parcel surrounded by scripted waterfalls and hidden mountains, Malyssah gave birth to twins again.
One boy. One girl.
Kenneth and McKenna.
Not one Longfall was notified. Not even Lisa. Not even Marcus.
There was no party. No livestream. No drama.
Just peace.
Malyssah held Trey’s hand as he kissed both babies, something he’d once failed to do. He looked into his wife’s eyes.
“This time, I’ll get it right.”
