Se connecter“Say you love me,” he growls. “I love you,” I gasp, clutching at him. “Again. Louder.” “I love you, Cole. I love you, I love you.” My husband smirks like he’s claimed a victory. His hand grips my jaw, forcing my mouth open, kissing me so deep I can barely breathe. Then his fingers are exploring, working me open, ruthless and skilled, dragging me up fast. My body arches, desperate, already trembling. “Beg me.” His voice is harsh, guttural. “Tell me what I need to hear. Tell me you’ll never leave me. Tell me you’ll always be mine.” “I’ll never leave you,” I sob. “I’ll always love you. Always yours.” *** Then I found out that I’m nothing more than a baby incubator for him. He needs bone marrow for his son with another woman, Jade. She’s my mentor. She’s the woman who held my newborn baby and said, I’m proud of you, you’re going to be an incredible designer and mother. I swear, somehow, I will make them pay.
Voir plus(Jade)Owen has been awake for two hours.But in the last ten minutes he hasn’t been calm or comfortable. He’s struggling.His skin is too warm beneath my palm, he’s restless. He presses his fingers to his temples and squeezes them hard.“My head hurts again,” he says.Seeing this is horrible. I don’t know what it means.I thought him waking up meant positive things. That his ravaged body was finally going to stop attacking itself.Cole shoots a worried glance at Maya and frowns. Then he puts the back of hand against Owen’s forehead. “He’s burning up.”He doesn’t tell me. He doesn’t even look at me. It’s Maya he’s focused on.I see it.I hate it.Cole presses the call button. A nurse pops her head in the door. “How can I help?”“Owen is burning up. Get the doctor in here.” Cole orders and she nods and leaves again.My heart is in my throat. “You’ll be okay, Owen. You have to be,” I say.I don’t think he even heard my words.The doctor strides in. Not any doctor. My doctor. He gives me
(Maya)His fingers jerk first.Not a gentle twitch, but a sharp, uneven movement that knocks lightly against the mattress.His small hand makes a fist and then releases.Cole sees it at the same second I do.“Oh my God—” he says, already moving.He slams the call button hard, once, then again. “Owen. Hey. Hey, buddy. Can you hear me?”Jade’s chair scrapes back violently as she surges to her feet.“Owen?” Her voice cracks on his name. “Owen, baby, can you hear me?”His eyelids flutter.Once.Twice.Then they open.Not fully. Not steady. But open.Jade kisses his forehead and leans over him.Cole lets out a broken sound and spins toward me.He grabs me, lifts me clean off the floor, and turns in a rough, uncoordinated circle, laughing and swearing at the same time.“He’s awake,” he chokes. “He’s awake, Maya—he’s awake!”I cling to him, laughing and crying at once, the shock hitting me before my brain can catch up.He sets me down but doesn’t let go, his forehead pressed to mine like he
(Maya)A family lounge sits at the center of the mansion medical wing.That wasn’t an accident. I wanted the kids to see us moving around, talking, eating. To hear chatter. To feel as normal as possible.No tension. That’s the goal anyway.Tension is my middle name lately.Lucy is curled beside Owen on the wide bed, her body angled toward him, one small hand resting near his arm.His breathing is deep and even since he’s arrived.Cole looked so worried and he hasn’t left his son’s side. Or his daughter’s.He can do dedicated and loyal. He can do unconditional love.With the kids. I don’t believe he can do it with me. I used to. Believing that was my whole life.Until my life ended in horror circumstances. In a level of despair no one could ever imagine reaching.But then I came back. I got my second chance and I am not going to waste it. I will have my revenge.But not at the expense of these kids. I have to be sure their lives are better too.It’s working. Being together here is work
(Jade)From the outside, everything looks settled.Lucy is resting beside Owen. Owen is holding steady.His fingers curled around his sister’s. And his breathing is more steady and deeper when she is beside him.Yesterday he had his first lifesaving infusion. It will work. It has too. It’s his last hope.From the outside, this works.Lucy is settled. Owen is resting. Cole and Maya and I talk like normal parents talking about normal things. Coffee. Food. What Lucy usually eats. What Owen used to like watching before all of this.Anyone walking in would think this is what healing looks like.I lean back in my chair and play along. I nod when I should. I say things that sound supportive. I don’t overdo it.Inside, I’m thinking about how temporary all of this is.Lucy is useful right now. That’s the truth of it.Once that stops being true, everything changes.People don’t like thinking about things that way. They call it heartless. They pretend situations don’t have expiry dates.They do.












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