LOGIN(Maya)
I have the coffee tray balanced and I’m about to turn the handle and go in.
“Cole. Marrying her wasn’t a mistake. You needed a child and you needed to keep that child close.” Jade’s voice comes through the door loud and clear.
“No. I should never have married Maya,” he says. Calm. Businesslike. “I just needed someone stupid enough to get pregnant and think I loved them.”
“It isn’t your fault. She was more than willing. Just what we needed. You don’t have to feel guilty for her stupidity, Cole.”
I stand in the hallway with a tray of coffee going cold in my shaking hands and I don’t breathe.
My stomach heaves and I want to vomit. What? What are they saying? What am I hearing?
“I could’ve just gotten a surrogate. If you hadn’t slipped me something, I would’ve been thinking straighter that night. I would not have been getting married.”
“I needed to make sure you didn’t overthink it and change your mind.”
“It’s a disaster, this marriage. A surrogate would have been more straightforward.”
“Surrogates take time. We didn’t have time. Look, no harm done. We get what we need, you can divorce Maya any old time.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
Jade hums, low and pleased. “You did what you had to do. Owen needs what he needs. And as his parents, we have to do whatever we need to do to give it to him.”
“What he needs, yes,” Cole repeats, like a contract clause. “And she was convenient. She got was pregnant right away. And that baby’s bone marrow is a match and what’s needed for Owen’s condition.”
Bone marrow? Are they saying Lucy was conceived as spare parts?
“And do you think she is pregnant again yet?” Jade asks. “We may need a back-up if something goes wrong.”
“I tried. We’ll see.”
Oh my God! I’m nothing more than a baby incubator?
I carry the tray back to my kitchen and set it down to stare at my shaking hands.
I tell myself I misheard.
I tell myself stress twists words. I tell myself Jade would never mean any harm.
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.
She’s the one who made me go to the doctor for my postpartum depression. She cared. She insisted even when Cole looked at me like I was lying.
Like I wasn’t trying hard enough. She said, here, take this, it’ll help you sleep. You’re so strung out with classes and night feeds, let me take care of you. Maybe you need a gap year.
But I know what I heard just then, and I’m shattered.
What do I do?
***
Cole never came back near me yesterday and neither did Jade.
But I need answers. I went to her design studio to ask about what I heard.
She brushes off my question like it’s nothing.
She’s all smooth tone and careful eyes. “You know how men talk. They never want to admit feelings,” she says, touching my arm. “Especially billionaires who are used to controlling everything.”
“You’re lying. You’ve been lying to me all along. What exactly is this autoimmune condition Owen has?” I challenge.
“Go home, Maya. If you don’t believe me, why don’t you ask Cole? He’s sure to be home again soon.” She gives a cold smile.
“I will. And know this, I will never let you touch my Lucy.”
But Cole doesn’t come home that night. No call. No message.
The next day, he showed up with Jade trailing behind.
He looks hurt and angry. He looks livid.
“Cole, what is it?”
“You lied. Lucy is not my daughter. I have a report that proves it.”
Jade is behind him, watching smugly.
“Cole.” My voice is sand. “Those results are wrong. You know they’re wrong.”
“I know you embarrassed me,” he says, jaw tight. “I know you lied. I know you won’t drag my name any further.”
“I didn’t—”
“Sign.”
“You promised me forever,” I whisper. “You were my first, my only. She’s your daughter.”
He laughs, dead and ugly. “All I needed was a match for Owen. You even tricked me out of that. I’ve wasted eighteen months on you and your kid.” He grabs my wrist and sticks the pen in my hand.
“Sign, so I can be rid of you for good.”
“No, Cole. You loved me. You love me. I know it. Why would you be so hurt and angry otherwise?”
He falters a little. “I was a fool. I will never be that again. Sign!”
I look at the signature line.
My hand shakes again. I steady it with the other.
I sign because what else can I do?
Right now, I need to get out of here with Lucy. I need to leave. Cole has lied. Even though I know he does love me. I felt it. He is in deep denial.
No matter what crap Jade fed him… He knows Lucy is his, he has too.
How could he believe this report is true?
I look at Jade smiling and I hate her. I hate her so much. She’s taken over my life.
I thought she was my friend.
She was helping me with my interior design degree. She gave me advice.
She’s one of the first female celebrity designers in the city. I looked up to her. She was my hero.
Now the man I loved is looking at me like I’m filth.
He turns and walks away without one look back. That should be the bottom.
It isn’t.
Cole leaves and Jade hangs back.
“Why? Why are you doing this?”
Jade doesn’t say anything. Just gives a cruel smile. “Cole and Lucy are better off without you. He will take her. You’ll never see Lucy again. This is your fault.”
“No. You did this. Somehow. I know it.”
She gets in closer. Her word sharp, “And we will take what we need for Owen. Then we won’t need her anymore.”
Something breaks in my brain. I feel the snap. I hear the voices.
Get Lucy, run!
So I do. I grab her out of her bed. She crying but it’s not as loud as the voice.
Get her away. They are coming for her. Don’t let them get her. You have to end it.
Take her with you. They can’t have her.
I head for the bridge. I’m standing there at the edge with her in my arms.
***
Voices talk around me like I’m not there.
Where am I? I open my eyes.
Nurses? Why?
Then memories come back hard and fast. There’s the bridge. I have Lucy. I’m at the edge. The voice says just do it, jump before they get her.
I sit bolt upright. They both step back.
“Where is Lucy? Where is my baby?” Panic rises inside me.
“Stay calm, Maya. You know where she is. You remember?”
I search back inside my foggy brain. Jade’s voice. Cole has Lucy. Jade and Owen moved into the mansion…
“I need to… I need to see her.”
“Here take your medication. We’ll organize it if you take your medication and eat something today, okay?”
“Okay.”
(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.
(Maya)I can’t leave the hospital without seeing Tessa.I’m halfway through her door when I hear a chair scrape inside.Rhett places himself in front of me, shoulders squared, eyes cold. Blocking my entry.“You’re not going near her,” he says. “I told you to stay away.”“Tessa is my best friend,” I reply. “Move.”“She’s my sister,” he says. “And you’re the reason she is in here.”I look past him.Tessa lies still, pale under the sheets, hair shoved back, tape and tubes and machines monitoring everything. Waiting for her to wake up. I need for her to wake up and be okay.This world needs her light.Rhett catches my gaze and shifts to block more of her. “Just leave.”“I’m not here to argue,” I say.“Neither am I.”“I’m leaving the hospital later tonight,” I say. “Lucy’s cleared to be transported and recover at home.”“I’m glad she is okay. I’ll take care of Tessa from here.”“Tessa needs me,” I say. “You can’t stop me from being here.”His eyes cut into me. “You cost me everything. My c
(Cole)The nurse checks the line, checks the dressing, checks the monitor, then writes the time on the chart.“Infusion is complete,” she says. “He’s stable. The next phase is the rough one. His counts will drop. He may look worse before he looks better. Fever protocol is strict. Keep his environment calm at all times.”Her eyes flick between Jade and me, then she softens her voice. “Try to keep conversations… gentle.”Jade nods without looking up. Her hand stays on Owen’s forearm.Owen doesn’t wake. Somehow I was hoping he would. He’s barely been awake since he’s been in here.He’s pale and wiped out, mouth slightly open, breathing shallow but even. He looks so fragile and it makes everything in me go sharp and protective.The nurse finishes, then slips out and shuts the door behind her.Hospital quiet settles back in.Jade leans closer to Owen and smooths the blanket near his shoulder.She presses a kiss to his hairline, then sits back in the chair, eyes locked on his face as if wat







