Stacey’s POV:It had been a long day.The kind of day that wrapped itself around your shoulders like a weighted blanket. Endless emails, back-to-back lectures, and the constant juggling of motherhood and secrecy. By the time I stepped into the house, the smell of lavender bath soap lingered in the hallway; Chloe must've bathed Tessa already.“Hey,” she called from the kitchen. “She’s busy in her room with coloring books.”I dropped my bag with a sigh and kicked off my shoes. My feet throbbed.“You’re a miracle,” I murmured.She grinned. “You say that every Thursday and Friday and every time.”“Because it’s true.”I went to see Tessa. She sat on the rug with all the seriousness she could muster while coloring what seems to be an animal of some sort.“Mommy!" She shrieked when she saw me at the doorway. She ran to me with one big smile, and I scooped her into a big hug, inhaling the soft smell of her soap.“How's my baby?" I asked as we moved into her room. The butterfly stickers on the
Stacey’s POV:We didn’t count the days anymore.They just passed like scenes in a quiet, golden film, melting into each other, each moment more delicate than the last. Three weeks could feel like three lifetimes when you were hiding love inside hallway glances and whispered goodbyes.And somehow… that made it all more intoxicating.Noah and I had slipped into a rhythm, a secret one, known only to the floorboards of his room and the shadows cast by his lamp at dusk.On my free evenings or days off, I slipped into something softer than being a professor. Something private. I’d make sure Tessa was with Chloe or had everything she needed for a few hours. Then, I’d drive over to Noah’s neighborhood and park a block away, nerves fluttering like the first time every single time.He’d open the window for me like always, arms outstretched like clockwork, like I was his favorite part of the day.We’d talk. Or sit in silence. Sometimes we’d lie side by side on his bed, fingers brushing, music pl
Stacey’s POV:The clock on Noah’s wall ticked louder than usual as the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across his room. I was lying in his arms on the couch, tucked into his warmth, wrapped in that familiar scent of his skin, spiced cologne, and something uniquely him.But the peace was running out. His parents would be home soon.I sighed and sat up, brushing my fingers through my hair and smoothing the wrinkles in my blouse. “I should go.”Noah’s hand slid around my waist, pulling me back gently. “Not yet.”“We said we’d be careful, remember?” I glanced at the door, heart skipping. “They could walk in any minute.”“I know,” he murmured. “But I don’t want you to go.”His voice had that soft huskiness I’d come to love, the kind he only used when the rest of the world was shut out. He reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his gaze lingering.“I love you,” he said.My breath caught.Three words. Three small words, but the weight of them hit
Noah’s POV:Another knock.I froze.My heart skipped, then stumbled. I was still on the couch, the weight of everything Sophie said lingering like a bad taste in my mouth.Please, no. Not again.I stood slowly, knee stiff, body tense. My fingers curled into my palm as I approached the door. The last knock brought chaos. My pulse picked up. Every part of me braced for her, Sophie, round two.But when I opened the door, my breath hitched.It wasn’t Sophie.It was Stacey.Her.She stood in the doorway, her hair pulled into a messy bun like she’d thrown it up in a hurry, her cheeks flushed, her eyes, God, those eyes, soft and unsure, but lit with something deeper. Guilt? Fear? Regret?All I knew was that she was here.And suddenly, everything inside me stilled.Her eyes met mine. Apologetic. Soft. And full of that same vulnerability I always saw in her when no one else was looking.She opened her mouth. “I got your message,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry for… disappearing like that.”My th
Noah’s POV:Sophie didn’t speak right away.She just stood there, eyes wide, mouth parted slightly, like my confession had knocked the breath out of her lungs. As if somewhere in her twisted, deluded world, she hadn’t actually expected me to say it out loud.But I had.Clear as day.“Yes,” I had said, looking her dead in the eye. I loved Stacey. No excuses. No hesitation.The silence between us buzzed.Then something shifted in her face. The disbelief melted away, and in its place, something darker bloomed. Her mouth closed. Her jaw tensed. And her fingers, those perfectly manicured claws, curled into trembling fists.“I will have you, Noah,” she whispered, her voice low and eerie, like a curse spoken through clenched teeth. “Even if it takes me destroying every woman in your life.”Her eyes burned like embers. “I’ll make you love me.”And then, she turned on her heel and walked out.She didn’t slam the door. Didn’t scream. She just walked out as if she had left behind a bomb and was
Noah’s POV:It wasn’t Stacey.It was Sophie.And just like that, my entire mood shifted.“What the hell are you doing here?” I growled, not even trying to hide the venom in my voice.She leaned against the doorway like she owned the place, her glossy lips curling into a smile that made my stomach turn. “You look like you were expecting someone else,” she said sweetly. I stood frozen, my fists clenched, jaw tight. I couldn’t believe the audacity. After everything, she still had the nerve to show up here.Her entire body oozed smugness, like she had just walked off a runway and into my worst nightmare.“Hey stranger,” she cooed, tilting her head to the side. “You gonna invite me in, or should I just assume this scowl means ‘I missed you’?”My heart dropped straight into my stomach.Without a word, I stepped aside.She sauntered in like she owned the place, the heels of her boots tapping softly on the hardwood floor, her perfume invading my lungs. She turned to me with a sly smile as I