LOGINJake's POVWeeks passed after Thanksgiving. Then a month. Then two.Margaret continued the same behavior. Consistent. Respectful. Changed.No manipulation I could detect. No control attempts. Just genuine effort to build healthy relationship with Alex.She showed up to supervised visits on time. Followed every rule. Spoke respectfully about Emma. Never tried to undermine us.At Alex's school events, she stayed in her lane. Cheered for him. Did not try to take over or make it about her.When we had family dinners, she treated Emma like family. Asked about her work. Her pregnancy. Her life. Actually listened to the answers.My father confirmed it. "She is different. Really different. I have never seen her like this.""You think it will last?""I think she hit rock bottom. Lost everything. Now she is building back. But this time on foundation of honesty instead of control. That is harder but stronger."Emma noticed too. One evening in February, we were talking after Alex went to bed."I
Emma's POVMargaret invited us to Thanksgiving dinner. Formal invitation. Handwritten note."I would be honored if you and your family would join us."Jake looked at me. "What do you think?""I think it is either genuine or the biggest manipulation yet.""So we go? Or we stay away?"I considered it. Going meant trusting Margaret in her own territory. Her mansion. Her family. Her rules.But it also meant a real test. Could she maintain this new behavior in front of everyone? Or would she revert to old patterns when comfortable?"We go. But with conditions.""What conditions?""First sign of trouble, we leave. No explanations. No arguments. We just go.""Deal."Alex was excited when we told him. "A big Thanksgiving? With all my cousins?""Yes. At Grandma Margaret's house.""Will there be lots of food?""Probably too much food."He bounced around the apartment. Genuinely happy about big family holiday.I was less excited. More terrified.Thanksgiving Day arrived. We dressed nicely. Drove
Emma's POVThe trust fund sat on our kitchen counter for three days. Papers untouched.Five million dollars for Alex. Real money. Already transferred."It feels like she is trying to buy forgiveness," I said.Jake was making coffee. Thinking. "Or maybe she is actually trying to make amends. Money is the only language she knows.""Or it is manipulation. Make us think she changed so we let our guard down.""Then we do not let our guard down. We test her. Watch her behavior. See if actions match words.""How long do we test her?""As long as it takes. Months. Years. However long until we are sure."We decided. Supervised visits would continue. Same rules. Same boundaries.But we would pay attention. Really pay attention.First visit after Margaret's confession was the following Saturday. Park again. Jake present.Margaret showed up on time. Not early. Not trying to overstep.She brought nothing. No toys. No expensive gifts. Following our "no bribing" rule exactly.Jake reported back. "Sh
Jake's POVMargaret arrived at two PM exactly. Punctual as always.But she looked different. Older. Tired. The sharp edges softened somehow.Emma insisted on being present. "I am not letting you meet her alone. Not after everything.""I would not ask you to."We opened the door. Margaret stood there. No driver. No entourage. Just her."Thank you for seeing me," she said quietly.We let her in. Sat in the living room. Awkward silence.Margaret spoke first. "I need to apologize. Really apologize this time."Emma's voice was cold. "You have apologized before.""I know. And they were hollow. Manipulative. Said to get what I wanted. This is different.""How?" I asked.Margaret took a breath. Looking older than I had ever seen her."I paid Emma to leave eight years ago. I threatened her. I told her she would destroy your future. I made her believe leaving was the only option.""We know that," Emma said."But you do not know how deliberate it was. How calculated. I did not just react to find
Emma's POVWe worked on us. Intentionally. Deliberately.Weekly date nights became sacred. No matter what. No cancellations unless absolute emergency.Sometimes fancy restaurants. Sometimes just walks in the park. Sometimes staying home with takeout after Alex went to sleep.But always protected time. Just us.Daily couple time too. After Alex went to bed, we had at least thirty minutes. Talking. Connecting. Being more than parents or business partners.Some nights we talked about deep things. Fears. Dreams. The future.Other nights we just existed together. Watching TV. Reading. Not talking at all.Both mattered.Therapy helped. I started seeing Dr. Martinez individually. Working through abandonment issues. Fear of loss. Trauma from the eight years alone.Jake and I did couples therapy too. Learning to communicate better. To fight fair. To recognize patterns.Slowly, something shifted.The constant waiting for disaster? It faded. Not completely. But enough.I stopped analyzing every
Jake's POVAlex's question hung in the air for days."Are you going to get married?"Emma and I danced around it. Changed the subject. Told Alex we would talk about it later.But we had to actually talk about it. Between ourselves first.Saturday, Sarah took Alex to the movies. Gave us the afternoon alone.We sat in the living room. Coffee between us. The conversation we had been avoiding."We need to talk about marriage," I said.Emma nodded. "I know.""I want to marry you. I have wanted that since we got back together. Maybe even before that.""Jake—""Let me finish. I love you. I want to build life with you. I want to make it official. Not just for Alex. For us."Emma was quiet. Then: "But we are still figuring out how to be a couple. Is not marriage too soon?""Too soon? We have an eight-year-old son together.""That is exactly why we need to be careful. If we rush and it does not work, Alex gets hurt again. He has already been through so much.""So your solution is to stay in lim







