Regina’s POVThe meeting was about to begin when I felt a strong hand grab my arm.“Regina?”Maxwell’s voice was rough, desperate. His fingers dug into my skin through the silk of my dress. Up close, I could see the shock in his dark eyes, the way his face had gone pale.He looked like he was seeing something impossible.I wrenched my arm free and stepped back, letting confusion cross my face.“I’m sorry,” I said politely. “I think you have me confused with someone else.”“Don’t.” His voice cracked. “Don’t pretend you don’t know me. It’s me—Maxwell. Your husband.”“I’ve never seen you before in my life. Maybe you should—”“Regina, stop this.” He moved closer, his eyes searching my face like he was looking for proof. “I know it’s you. I know your voice, your face—”Alexander stepped between us before Maxwell could reach for me again.“The lady said she doesn’t know you,” Alexander said coldly. “I suggest you back away before this becomes a problem.”Maxwell’s eyes snapped to my brother
Regina’s POVMy phone lit up with Frederick’s name. I picked it up while adjusting the burgundy gown in front of my bedroom mirror.“Good morning,” his voice came through warm and familiar. “Big day today.”“Very big.” I smoothed the silk fabric over my hips. The deep red color made my skin look porcelain white, and the cut hugged every curve without being too obvious about it. “Are you nervous for me?”“Terrified,” he admitted. “But not because I don’t believe in you. I’m terrified because I know exactly what you’re capable of when someone crosses you.”I laughed despite the knots in my stomach. “That’s oddly comforting.”“Just remember—you’re not that broken girl anymore. You’re Regina Veyron, and you own half the city.”“I’ll remember.”After we hung up, I pinned my black hair into soft waves that fell over one shoulder. The style was elegant but not too formal. Professional but still feminine. I wanted to look like money—old money that didn’t need to try too hard.A knock on my do
Maxwell’s POV“Engaged.” The word tasted like poison in my mouth.Morgana stepped closer, her robe falling open just enough to remind me what was underneath. “Think about it, Maxwell. Ivan adores me. I’ve been more of a mother to him than—”“Don’t.” I cut her off sharp. “Don’t finish that sentence.”Her face crumpled. Tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m just saying he needs more than what you can give him alone. He needs a woman’s touch, a mother’s love.”“Ivan never told me about being teased.”“Children don’t always share their pain with their parents,” she said, stepping closer. “Sometimes they need someone else to confide in. Someone they trust.”The thought that my son was hurting and hadn’t come to me twisted something deep in my gut. I remembered Regina’s funeral—my parents standing beside her grave, crying like their hearts were broken despite everything I’d told them about what she’d done.“Our Regina would never do those things,” Mother had sobbed. “There has to be another exp
Maxwell’s POVThe bedroom door slammed behind me. Another eighteen-hour day fighting to keep the company from drowning. The Veyron Group had stolen another project this morning—their third this month.My shoulders ached, my head pounded, and all I wanted was to collapse into bed and forget the world existed.Someone sat on my bed.My heart stopped beating.White silk nightgown. The one I’d bought Regina for our first anniversary, the fabric so fine it was almost transparent.Dark hair fell over bare shoulders, hiding the face from view. The silk clung to every curve, outlining the shape of breasts, the dip of a waist, the line of hips that I’d traced in the darkness of this very room, leading to long and slender legs.For one impossible moment, time collapsed. Five years disappeared.She was here, waiting for me like she used to, wearing that nightgown that made her look like some kind of goddess. The scent of her perfume seemed to fill the air, the dark rose and patchouli that used t
Regina’s POVThe chocolate mousse on Mia’s face made her look like a tiny warrior painted for battle. I reached over and dabbed the smear from her nose with my napkin.“Mommy, you missed some!” she giggled, pointing to her cheek.“Did I?” I pretended to search her face seriously. “Oh no, there’s chocolate everywhere!”Mia squealed with laughter as I pretended to chase the chocolate with my napkin. Around the dining table, my family watched our little performance. Mother smiled despite the worry lines creasing her forehead. Father drummed his fingers against his wine glass. Alexander kept glancing at his tablet like it might spontaneously combust if he ignored it too long.The perfect moment.“I’ve decided to represent our group at this year’s World Real Estate Joint Conference.”Every fork clattered to a stop. Alexander’s head snapped up. Mother’s wine glass froze halfway to her lips. Father’s drumming stopped dead.“What did you say?” Mother whispered.“The conference. I’m going.”Th
Regina’s POVI turned around slowly, already knowing who I’d find.Frederick Harper stood behind me, his curly brown hair slightly disheveled from the breeze. His hazel eyes had that same look I’d seen a thousand times before, like he was trying to figure out if I was falling apart again.He was still wearing his work clothes—dark slacks and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. There was a slight crease between his eyebrows, the one that appeared whenever he was worried about my health.“Yes, Mr. Doctor,” I replied lightly, letting a small smile play on my lips.Frederick’s expression relaxed immediately, the worry lines smoothing out. “Good. You know I can always tell when you’re not taking care of yourself.”“Uncle Frederick!” Mia shrieked, releasing my hand and launching herself at him.Frederick caught her easily, scooping her up and spinning her around once before settling her against his hip. Mia giggled, wrapping her small arms around his neck like she