LOGINDaniel’s POV
For Daniel, that was another story.
I discovered exactly how terrible that story was the following afternoon when James walked into my office carrying a black duffel bag and wearing the expression of a man who had alre
Daniel’s POVFor Daniel, that was another story.I discovered exactly how terrible that story was the following afternoon when James walked into my office carrying a black duffel bag and wearing the expression of a man who had already made several decisions without consulting me.“No.”James stopped.“You don’t even know what I’m here for.”
Rosa’s POVI would be walking home.Unfortunately, I didn’t know that my decision to marry Daniel again would immediately become someone else’s personal project. The next morning, Sophie arrived at the penthouse carrying three notebooks, two folders, her phone, and the expression of a woman who had been waiting for this moment her entire life.Daniel looked at the pile in her arms.“No.”
Rosa’s POVThis time, completely.Daniel’s words stayed in my mind as I looked down at the ring on my finger. It was beautiful, but somehow the ring wasn’t what made my eyes fill with tears. It was the question. He had asked me to marry him without needing anything from me. No pregnancy. No family pressure. No business arrangement. No scandal. Nothing except his love.I touched the ring gently. “Daniel.”
Daniel’s POVOur family.I kept thinking about those words long after Rosa went to sleep that night. They followed me through breakfast the next morning, through every meeting I ignored, and even while I stood in the nursery watching the sunlight fall across the two empty cribs. I had spent years building a life around obligations. This time, I wanted to build something because I wanted it.By afternoon, I had made my decision.
Daniel’s POVA life that was finally mine.The words stayed with me the following morning as I stood beside the nursery door, staring at the two empty cribs. Everything was ready. The tiny clothes were folded, the blankets were arranged, and the shelves were filled with books Rosa had chosen. Yet the room still felt strangely unfinished to me. Then I understood why. We had prepared everything our children might need, but we had never decided what we wanted them to inherit from us.Rosa was sitting near the window, slowly drinking her tea while watching me. “You have that look again.”“What look?”“The one where you’re thinking about something so seriously that I know you’re about to turn it into a board meeting.”I smiled. “I was thinking about the babies.”“That explains why you’re not holding a laptop.”I walked into the nursery a
Daniel’s POVA life that was finally mine.The words stayed with me the following morning as I stood beside the nursery door, staring at the two empty cribs. Everything was ready. The tiny clothes were folded, the blankets were arranged, and the shelves were filled with books Rosa had chosen. Yet the room still felt strangely unfinished to me. Then I understood why. We had prepared everything our children might need, but we had never decided what we wanted them to inherit from us.Rosa was sitting near the window, slowly drinking her tea while watching me. “You have that look again.”“What look?”“The one where you’re thinking about something so seriously that I know you’re about to turn it into a board meeting.”I smiled. “I was thinking about the babies.”“That explains why you’re not holding a laptop.”I walked into the nursery a







