MasukAlexanderShe laughed, the sound hollow and sharp. "Don't be ridiculous. You can't just end it." "Watch me." "Alexander." She moved toward me again, her hands outstretched. "Whatever this is about, we can work through it. We always do. Remember when we fought about the venue? Or the guest list? We figured it out." "This isn't about venues or guest lists." "Then what is it about?" Her voice rose slightly. "Another woman? Is that what this is? Some little distraction caught your eye?" Madison's face flashed through my mind. Not a distraction. Never that. "It's about me not wanting to marry you." Katherine's jaw tightened. "You put this ring on my finger." She held up her hand, the massive diamond catching the light. "You made a commitment." "A mistake." "A mistake?" Her voice went cold, all warmth draining away. "Do you have any idea what my family has already invested in this wedding? The deposits, the arrangements, the announcements? My mother has been planning this for month
Alexander"Why don't we table this discussion for when you're older?" Madison suggested. "Like thirty." "Thirty?" Ethan's eyes went wide. "That's forever away!" "Exactly." She held out her hand. "Come on. We should probably start thinking about heading back to Connecticut soon." "Already?" Ethan's face fell, his excitement deflating like a popped balloon. "But I just got the dinosaurs! And we didn't even finish setting up the habitat yet!" "I know, baby. But we need to get back." "Can't we stay one more day? Please? Just one more day?" "Ethan." "Pleeeease?" I opened my mouth to tell them they should stay. That I'd book them rooms at The Plaza, or they could stay at my penthouse. That Connecticut could wait another day or two. That Ethan needed more time with his dinosaurs, and I needed more time with both of them. My phone buzzed in my pocket. The words died on my tongue as I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. Josephine Miller. My PA. I swiped to answer. "Yes?" "Mr. Kn
AlexanderEthan's face went blank for a second. Processing. Then his eyes widened, shifting from Madison to me and back again. "King Alexander is my dad?" "Yes." "Like, for real? Not pretend?" "For real." Ethan stared at me, his small face serious in a way that looked wrong on a four-year-old. "You're my dad?" I cleared my throat, pushing past the tightness there. "Yeah, buddy. I am." "So why weren't you here before? Sam's dad picks him up from school every day. Where were you?" Madison started to answer, but I held up a hand. This was my question to answer. I shifted on the couch, leaning forward so I could meet Ethan's eyes directly. "I didn't know about you," I said slowly, choosing each word with care. "Your mom tried to tell me, but I never got the message. By the time I found out you existed, you were already four years old." Ethan's brow furrowed, his little face scrunching up. "But why didn't Mom just tell you again?" Madison opened her mouth, but I shook my head s
AlexanderShe studied my face, searching for something. "This isn't about making up for anything. You're his father. You don't have to prove that with expensive gifts." "I'm not trying to prove anything. I just wanted to see him smile." "He smiles plenty without three-hundred-dollar dinosaurs." "Three-fifty." "I heard you the first time." Her lips twitched, almost betraying a smile. She took a breath, her expression shifting to something more thoughtful. "Look, kids appreciate gifts, but too many expensive things at once can actually overwhelm them. They lose the magic of it, you know? Each gift becomes less special when there's always something new and shiny." She paused, studying my face like she was measuring whether I'd take offense. "What I'm saying is, you can definitely give Ethan things. He'd love that. But maybe space them out? One special gift here and there means more than drowning him in toys all at once. That way, each one matters." I processed her words, recognizing
AlexanderI drove home on autopilot, my hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough to make my knuckles white. The city blurred past, all lights and noise I barely registered. My mind was stuck on that hug. The way Madison had frozen in my arms, rigid and uncertain. The way she'd pressed her hands against my chest, not quite pushing me away but not relaxing either. And Ethan. God, Ethan throwing his small arms around my neck like it was the most natural thing in the world. Five years. I'd missed five years of his life. The elevator to my penthouse felt too quiet. Too empty. I stepped inside, and the silence pressed against my chest like a physical weight. The guest room door stood open. I walked over, staring at the rumpled bedding where Ethan had slept. A faint impression remained in the pillow where his head had been. My son had slept here. In my home. For the first time ever. I looked at the photos from the amusement park. That last one in the photo booth. Madison's soft ex
Madison"Come on, sweetheart." I took Ethan's hand, steering him toward the elevator. "Say goodbye to the cloud bed." "Bye, cloud bed!" Ethan waved enthusiastically at the guest room. "I'll miss you!" Alexander followed us, his presence filling the space behind me. The elevator ride down felt endless, Ethan chattering about dinosaurs and tall buildings while I focused on breathing normally. The Bentley waited in the underground garage, all sleek black curves and leather interior that probably cost more than I made in six months. "Can I ride in the front?" Ethan bounced on his toes. "Please, please, please?" "Backseat," I said automatically. "But Mom!" "Backseat, Ethan." Alexander opened the back door, helping Ethan climb in and buckling his seatbelt with surprising competence. "Next time, you can sit in front. When you're taller." "How much taller?" "At least this much." Alexander held his hand several inches above Ethan's head. "I'll grow really fast! I drink milk every da
AlexanderI stepped back from Madison, her legs still dangling off my kitchen counter, the silk robe barely covering what I'd thoroughly explored last night. The sight of her there, disheveled and marked by my attention, tested my self-control. "Alex! Where are you, man?" Anthony's voice boomed th
MadisonWe took the private elevator down to the parking garage. A sleek black car waited in his reserved spot. "No John today?" I asked as he opened the passenger door for me. He slid into the driver's seat with practiced grace. "Not today. I thought I'd drive us myself. We're going out for bre
MadisonThe doors slid open on the next floor. A few people shuffled out, and others squeezed in. Alexander's hand lifted briefly, only to return once the doors closed again. This time, his fingers dug in, kneading gently. What was he doing in this elevator anyway? He had his own private one, for
AlexanderThe morning sun beat down as John pulled up to Café Laurent. "I'll call when I'm done." I straightened my tie and stepped onto the sidewalk. The hostess practically tripped over herself, leading me to Leo's table. He sat in the corner booth, already nursing what looked like his second e







