Masuk
Daniel’s POV
I lowered my phone slowly, staring at the last message from the unknown number. And Daniel… don’t assume you know who is on your side. My arm was hurting again, but I barely noticed it. I had spent the entire day dealing with accusations against Rosa, and now the board had given me five days to choose be
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
Daniel’s POVI was standing in my own life, but I still wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with it. My father’s letter was locked away in the drawer, yet his words remained in my mind. I looked at Rosa beside me and realized that for most of my life, every important decision had somehow been measured against what Richard Gosling expected from me.The company was the clearest example. My father had built the Gosling empire and spent my entire childhood preparing me to inherit it. He taught me that weakness could destroy everything, that reputation mattered more than feelings, and that a Gosling never walked away from power. I had believed those things for so long that I had forgotten they were lessons, not laws.I walked back to the table and pulled out the letter again. I didn’t know why I needed to read it another time, but something about the final pages kept pulling at me. I unfolded the paper and scanned the f
Daniel’s POVAnd when I looked at Rosa, I knew I already had my first chance to begin. I kept my hand on her stomach, listening to the quiet sound of her breathing, but my father’s letter remained on the table beside us. I knew I couldn’t leave it there forever. There were still words inside me that needed somewhere to go.“I don’t know if I can forgive him,” I said.Rosa lifted her head from my shoulder. “You don’t have to.”I looked at her, surprised by how quickly she said it.“I thought forgiveness was supposed to be the point,” I admitted. “That after everything he said, after everything he did, I’m supposed to read the letter and suddenly understand him.”“You can understand someone without excusing them.”Her words stayed with me.I picked up the letter again and looked at my father’s handwriting. For years, I had imagined the day he would ap
Daniel’s POVI stayed beside Rosa long after the tears stopped. The letter was still open on my lap, but I had stopped reading it. I knew every word that mattered. My father had finally told me the truth, and somehow, knowing it hurt more than the lies ever had.“I keep thinking about him when I was a child,” I said quietly.Rosa turned toward me but didn’t interrupt.“I used to wait for him.&rd







