LUCAS POV The morning sunlight bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my apartment, casting golden streaks across the hardwood floor. But the warmth of the morning couldn’t thaw the chill that had settled inside me. I hadn’t slept. Not really. My mind had spent the night chasing questions around in circles—every possibility darker than the last. I was teetering on the edge. The uncertainty was eating at me. Jude. His name alone kept echoing in my head like some kind of chant. He was either the final gift fate had decided to throw my way or the cruelest reminder of everything I’d lost. And Eva. Beautiful, evasive Eva. She had always been good at keeping secrets, but this one... this one could ruin us both. I stood at the kitchen counter, staring into my untouched cup of black coffee. It had long gone cold. My phone sat beside it, screen dark, as if waiting for me to do something reckless. I picked it up and scrolled through my contacts until I found his name. Dr. Zade Lin
EVA’S POV I unlocked the front door with trembling fingers, quietly easing it open like I was sneaking back into a life that no longer fit. The hallway smelled faintly of baby lotion and lavender diffusers, soft and domestic, the kind of calm I used to crave. But tonight, it felt like a disguise—like this house, this life, was trying too hard to convince me it was still mine. The living room lights were dimmed. Jude’s lullaby playlist played faintly from the baby monitor. The hum of the refrigerator was louder than usual, or maybe my nerves were just amplifying everything. I held the brown shopping bag in my hand like it was the shield between two worlds—the lie and the truth. The bag was empty. No slim tea. No real reason to have left home, except the one I could never confess. Henry looked up from the couch, where he sat with Jude sleeping peacefully on his chest. That sight used to warm me. Now it tangled my chest in silent knots. “You’re back,” he said, his voice calm. “Tha
LUCAS POV The airport terminal faded behind me, swallowed by the city skyline as I pulled onto the freeway. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly, my knuckles had turned white. I could still smell Antonia’s perfume on my shirt, the faint floral trace of a woman who loved and trusted me. A woman who, for the past year, had been broken by every negative test result, every failed cycle, every dashed hope. Now she was flying to France, clinging to the promise that surgery might fix what nature had cruelly denied. And here I was. Driving away. Thinking not about her, but about Eva. About Jude. I hadn’t even said much at the airport. My mind wasn’t present. It was stuck at that café, frozen in the echo of Eva’s voice, in the way her eyes wouldn’t hold mine for more than a second when she told me Jude wasn’t mine. She lied. I knew it. Every nerve in my body screamed it. She lied because she was protecting something. Maybe Henry. Maybe her child. Maybe her damn peace of mind
Lucas’s POVThe message on my phone burned into my mind like a hot brand on cold skin.“Stop digging, Lucas.”I gripped the wheel tighter, knuckles whitening. My breath caught in my throat, pulse hammering beneath my jaw. The streetlights blurred through the windshield as my foot unconsciously pressed harder on the gas.Who sent it?More importantly, how did they know?I hadn't told a soul. Not about Jude. Not about my suspicions. Not even about my plan to visit the hospital. So how?Unless…Was someone watching me?Could it be Eva?No… it can’t be. She wouldn’t do that. She couldn’t. Could she? The questions won’t stop racing, crashing, clawing through me. And with every second, the doubt grows louder.Paranoia crawled up my spine like a spider weaving webs in my mind.I flicked my eyes to the rearview mirror. Just the same row of cars. Nothing suspicious. No one tailing me.I tapped the message again. No number. No sender. No trace. Whoever it was, they wanted to scare me.
Lucas’s POVI stepped out of the café, the cool breeze brushing past my face like it was trying to wake me up from a dream I didn’t remember falling into.But it wasn’t a dream.It was real.Eva. Her trembling hands. The way her eyes refused to hold mine too long. Her voice, soft and rehearsed, telling me that Jude was Henry’s child. Like she wanted so badly to believe it herself that saying it out loud would make it true.But something in me refused to accept it. Not completely. Not when the timelines overlapped. Not when I knew what we had done.The last time we were together, it wasn’t just a mistake. It wasn’t just one of those reckless moments people chalk up to weakness. It was raw. Real. There was no protection. No second thoughts. Only heat, desperation, and regret waiting for us the next morning.And now there’s a child.A boy.Jude.I said his name in my mind, over and over again like a mantra.Jude.I stopped on the sidewalk, ignoring the honk of a passing car. My hands dug
EVA’S POVI woke up early, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Yesterday's encounter with Lucas had left me on edge, and I knew I couldn't avoid him forever. I reached for my phone and sent him a simple text: "Let’s meet at the Café, usual spot.”After sending the message, I got out of bed and began preparing Jude's bath. The warm water and his gentle splashing calmed my nerves slightly. As I bathed him, I couldn't help but think about Lucas and the questions he would inevitably ask.Later, when Henry came downstairs, I put on a bright smile and said, "Hey, I need to run out for a bit. I ordered that weight loss tea I've been wanting to try, and it's ready for pickup."Henry looked at me with mild interest. "Oh, okay. You've put on a bit of weight since having Jude, haven't you?"I nodded, trying to appear nonchalant. "Yeah, a little. But this tea is supposed to help with postpartum weight loss."He nodded sympathetically. "Alright, go ahead. I'll watch Jude while you're out