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Maxwell’s POVThe plane touched down with a gentle bump, and I felt a thrill I hadn’t felt in years, a mixture of anticipation and relief.I glanced at Regina, who was sitting beside me, Ivan on her lap and Mia on the other side, chattering excitedly about what we might see first. The kids’ energy was infectious, and for the first time in a long while, I felt completely present.“You ready, Max?” Regina asked, her eyes sparkling with that familiar mix of mischief and warmth.I reached over and brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve been ready for this since… well, forever,” I said with a smile. “You, me, and the two most important little people in the world. No work, no stress, just us.”Ivan wiggled in Regina’s lap, pointing at the luggage carousel. “Daddy, hurry! Our bags are coming!”Mia leaned over, whispering in my ear. “Are we going to go on the fun ride first?”I chuckled. “Depends—what do you mean by fun ride?”She rolled her eyes. “You know, the one with wheels
Regina’s POVThe morning air was crisp, carrying the subtle scent of blooming jasmine and roses.I stood in the backyard garden of the Chamberlain estate, my hands clasped tightly around the small bouquet I had picked myself, nerves fluttering in a way I hadn’t felt in years.The garden had been transformed for the day, strings of fairy lights crisscrossed above, and delicate flower arrangements lined the aisle. It was perfect, simple, intimate. Exactly what Maxwell and I had talked about.I stole a glance at the children, Ivan and Mia, who were bustling about, helping the last-minute coordinators.Ivan was trying so hard to keep his hair from falling into his eyes, tugging at his little vest like he was trying to look dignified. Mia, on the other hand, was giggling every time she tried to adjust the tiny flower crown perched crookedly atop her head.“They look adorable,” I whispered to Sandra, who was busy straightening the chairs.Sandra smiled, adjusting the last chair with a delic
Maxwell’s POVI was going through my drawer, looking for some old paperwork, when something familiar caught my eye.Nestled between my cufflinks and a stack of old letters, there it was, Regina’s wedding ring. My chest tightened. I had kept it all these years, even after believing that she was gone for good, lost in the web of lies Morgana had spun.Even when the world had seemed to have shifted beneath my feet, I held onto it. I traced the contours of the ring with my finger, memories rushing back: the day we exchanged vows, the laughter, the promises whispered, the life we had dreamed of building together.An idea sparked in my mind, wild and risky, but perfect. Regina deserved more than a quiet acknowledgment. She deserved a reminder of what we had, and what could be again.I glanced at the clock. It was just past three in the afternoon. Perfect timing. I called Clara. “Pick up the kids from school today,” I said, voice sharp but calm. “Take them to Jennifer Veyron’s. She’s expecti
Regina’s POVThe air was crisp and filled with the soft hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the faint aroma of fresh flowers arranged along the grand hall.Standing at the center of it all, I felt a mix of exhilaration and nervousness. The Brimsworth project, it had finally reached this moment, the public announcement, the opening celebration.Tomorrow, the first renovations would begin, and it felt almost surreal to see everyone here, smiling and toasting to a dream we had nurtured for months.I glanced around, taking stock of the people who had come to support us. Maxwell was nearby, looking impossibly calm and handsome, a glass of champagne in hand, but I could see the faint tension in his brow as he kept an eye on me.He must have noticed the way I kept letting my thoughts drift, and just like always, he was there to anchor me.“Hey,” he murmured, leaning close. “Don’t get lost in your head. Not tonight.”I smiled at him, letting his presence ground me. “I know,” I s
Regina’s POVThe house was quiet. The kids were asleep, their soft breathing drifting up from the wing Maxwell and I had helped them settle into. Living under the same roof had been… easier than I’d expected. Easier, and yet somehow more complicated.I padded into the kitchen in my slippers, craving a glass of water in the middle of the night. The faint hum of the refrigerator, the scent of coffee lingering from earlier, it all felt normal, domestic, comforting.And then I froze.Maxwell was already there, leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in his hands. “You know,” he said, voice low, “this is where it happened.”I blinked. “Where what happened?”He smirked, that half-grin that could disarm me even on my worst days. “Right here. First kiss after we came back into each other’s lives.”My heart skipped a beat, and I felt warmth creep across my cheeks. “You’re reminding me on purpose.”“Maybe I am,” he said, his eyes soft but intense. “Or maybe I just want to see if it still w
Regina’s POVThe moment I smelled the salt in the air, I knew Maxwell was up to something.We’d been driving for hours, the kids buzzing in the back seat with questions Maxwell kept dodging with a sly smile. Now, as the car turned into a narrow road lined with palm trees and dunes, I looked at him, arching a brow.“Maxwell Chamberlain,” I said, trying to sound stern but already smiling, “what exactly are you planning?”He grinned, eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. “You’ll see.”From the back seat, Mia piped up. “Mom, is it the zoo?”“No,” Ivan said confidently, pressing his face to the window. “It’s… the amusement park! I can smell popcorn!”Maxwell chuckled. “Close, both of you.”And then we turned a corner, and the ocean came into view, vast, blue, endless.The kids gasped. “The beach!” they screamed together.Mia clapped her hands, and Ivan practically unbuckled himself before we’d even parked. I turned to Maxwell, speechless for a second.“You planned this?”He smiled softly, the








