LOGINMom claps. “See? Good sense.”Dad groans, drops into a chair, and rubs his forehead. “Fine. Sparklers. But I get to choose the color.”“Deal,” I say, leaning over to kiss his temple. He pretends not to smile but I see it anyway.I never thought I would have this again—a father who tries, really trie
Maya’s POVFrance changed me. I did not expect it to. I thought all I wanted was revenge, a reckoning, a balancing of the scales that would make everything feel right again. But standing at the kitchen window of our townhouse with the late-morning sun warming the old stone, watching Oscar toddle aft
After a few minutes, Emma sits beside me, nudging my shoulder. “How are you really,” she asks, her voice softening.I smile. “Good. Really good. For the first time, everything feels... quiet.”“You deserve quiet.”I nod, my eyes warming. “He is different now. Softer. Present. You should see him read
Emily’s POVSix Months LaterI wake before the alarm, before the morning light even filters through the curtains, to a soft flutter beneath my ribs. A tiny kick, gentle but unmistakably there. I smile into the pillow, pressing my palm over the swell of my stomach. The baby is awake, stretching, gree
Damian’s POVI do not think I exhaled until the plane door shut behind us.No reporters.No blinking notifications.No family emergencies.No corporate disasters waiting like open jaws behind every email.Just Emily beside me, fingers loosely threaded with mine, her head resting on my shoulder as if
Emily’s POVThe morning light over the farm looks unreal, soft as milk, drifting across the grass in wide strokes that make everything glow. It is the kind of light you only see on days you remember forever. A gentle breeze carries the smell of lilac and fresh earth, the decorations swaying slightly
Emily’s POVDinner had been lovely, at least on the surface. My mother’s dining room glowed in the soft amber light of the old chandelier, laughter rolling easily between courses, the smell of roasted herbs and buttery potatoes drifting through the air. It should have been perfect. It was perfect, e
She laughed, waving the compliment away. “How are you, darling? I heard about Damian’s engagement—what a whirlwind! You must be thrilled.”“I am,” I said softly, stirring my coffee. “Emily’s a wonderful girl. Kind, talented, grounded. Everything Damian needs.”“She must be, to handle that family of
Damian’s POVThe day dragged like wet sand through my hands, every minute heavy with noise and numbers. The board meeting was tomorrow, and the pressure sat in my chest like an iron weight. Carlos and I had been locked in my office since morning, surrounded by stacks of quarterly reports, financial
I rubbed a hand over my face and sighed. “You think you’ll find happiness there, Madelin? With him? Playing house on that patch of land?”She met my gaze then, her eyes sharp through the tears. “I’ll find peace. Isn’t that something?”I exhaled slowly, the fight draining out of me. What good would i





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