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
Damian’s POVDamian barely remembered the drive over.He and Jonathan had packed every folder, file, and data printout into the back seat of his car, and he’d driven on pure instinct, his mind turning over one anxious thought after another. The only clear image in his head was of Emily—tired, worrie
Albert’s POVFrom the twelfth floor of the Grand Amarin Hotel, Albert stood in darkness, framed by the long glass windows that overlooked the bright heart of Bangkok. The city below was alive—horns, laughter, music—but in this suite, there was only the steady hum of the air conditioner and the faint
Charles’ POVCharles stepped out of the boardroom with a weight lifted from his chest. The tension that had simmered beneath the meeting table for the last hour had finally dissipated, leaving him with something rare—satisfaction. The board was calm, composed, and most importantly, convinced. Damia
“I know,” Jack said. “And he will.”Before she could answer, there was a soft knock at the front door. Evelyn frowned, looking at the clock. “Who could that be at this hour?”Jack gently released Madelin and went to answer it. When he opened the door, there stood a young woman—dark hair in loose wav







