LOGINBlurb. Six years ago, Kyla Park had it all, a loving husband, a hopeful pregnancy, and a future full of dreams. But in one night, everything shattered. Betrayed by the two people she trusted most, her husband Jake Donovan and her sister Amina. Kyla was left for dead and erased from her own life. Now, reborn from the ashes of betrayal and pain, Kyla returns to New York City with two beautiful children and a steely resolve. No longer the naive woman she once was, she's determined to make Jake and Amina pay for their sins. But revenge isn’t as simple as it seems, especially when old feelings resurface, secrets unravel, and her past collides violently with the present.
View MoreKylaIt’s funny how quickly time slips away. One moment, you are cradling a newborn, praying you won’t mess it all up and the next, you are standing in the school auditorium, waving proudly as that same little boy walks across the stage with his graduation cap tilted to one side.Liam spots me from the crowd and grins, missing tooth and all. Jake whistles loudly beside me, clapping until the people around us start laughing.“That’s our boy,” Jake says, voice thick with pride.I glance at him, his hair’s a little grayer at the temples now, but his eyes still shine the same way they did the night he proposed. That quiet steadiness. That unwavering love.“Yeah,” I whisper, squeezing his hand. “That’s our boy.”After the ceremony, the kids rush out with their friends, high on laughter and candy from the snack tables.Chanel, now in high school, walks over rolling her eyes. “Dad embarrassed us again.”Jake looks mock offended. “Hey, it’s a father’s duty to be loud at graduations!”Elias la
Kyla.One Year LaterThe baby is crying again. Not the loud, frantic kind of crying that rattles the walls just a soft, restless wail, the kind that tells me he’s half asleep but doesn’t want to be alone.I smile before I even open my eyes.Jake groans beside me, his arm flopping across the bed. “Your son is calling for you.”I roll my eyes, sitting up. “Oh, so he is my son now?”Jake grins, eyes still closed. “At three in the morning, yes. He is definitely yours.”I swat his arm playfully, but I’m smiling as I pad barefoot across the room. The nursery is softly lit by the moonlight streaming through the curtains, the air smelling faintly of baby lotion and lavender.I lean over the crib, and there he is, our son, little Liam, his tiny fists flailing, his face scrunched up in complaint.“Hey,” I whisper, scooping him up into my arms. “I’m right here, sweetheart. Mommy’s here.”He quiets immediately, the warmth of his small body pressing against my chest. I rock him gently, humming the
Kyla.A Few Months LaterIf someone had told me a year ago that I would be here, alive, married, at peace I would have laughed in disbelief.But as the morning sunlight filters through our bedroom window, warming the white sheets tangled around me, I know this is real. This quiet. This safety. This life.It’s been four months since the wedding. Four months of waking up next to Jake every morning, four months of laughter echoing through the house, four months of learning how to breathe again.I stretch, my hand instinctively going to my belly still small, but growing. A smile tugs at my lips. I can’t help it. The tiny heartbeat inside me feels like the universe whispering, you are getting another chance.Jake stirs beside me, his arm slipping around my waist. “You are smiling again,” he murmurs sleepily, his voice thick with morning warmth.“I have reasons to,” I whisper back.He opens one eye, grinning. “That’s good. Because you are kind of stuck with me for the rest of your life.”I
KylaThe WeddingI never thought I would feel this kind of peace again.The air felt different that morning lighter, sweeter, like even the wind had decided to slow down for me. Sunlight poured through the curtains, soft and golden, wrapping around me as if the world itself wanted to whisper, you made it.Our wedding day.It wasn’t a grand event or some glittering ballroom affair like the ones I had once dreamed of when I was younger. No, this was small, intimate, perfect. Just family, close friends, and the people who had seen us through every storm.The ceremony was set in Jake’s mother’s backyard. She had spent days decorating it, fairy lights hanging between the trees, flowers arranged in soft whites and blush pinks, chairs lined neatly on the trimmed grass. It looked like something out of a dream.As I stood by the mirror, smoothing down the soft lace of my dress, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.I looked, happy. Genuinely happy.My eyes didn’t carry the weight






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