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
“I’ll try,” I promised, stepping toward the door.Jayden added, “No trying. Do. Be the queen you are.”I blew them a kiss and stepped outside into the bright afternoon light. The air was warm with the promise of summer, and I could already hear the distant honks and chatter of the city pulsing aroun
Barrett smirked faintly, “Play nice, Charles.”I straightened my posture, letting calm authority coat my words. “Oil and real estate will always be part of our portfolio, but the future is diversifying. Artificial intelligence, green tech, cyber security—these aren’t fads. They’re revolutions. We’re
Charlotte’s POVCeleste kept glancing at Damian—too long, too soft. It was in the subtle tilt of her head when he spoke, in the way her laughter always followed his jokes, no matter how dry. She clung to every word he said with a kind of admiration that made me uneasy.I pushed the thoughts aside as
Louis’ POVI got in the car and drove through the winding streets like I was being chased by the past. And in many ways, I was. I thought about Lyla, fragile and quiet and still healing from the accident. She would be leaving soon, off to France, to disappear into another life where none of this cha







