CHAPTER 115VICTORIA'S POVWatching Sabrina's pathetic sobbing session grated on my last nerve. I'd raised her to be strong, and that was all she had been. I'd introduced the idea of her taking Fynn from Zyliah, and I couldn't regret it because at the time, it was the best decision. I wanted a good life for her. One she wouldn't have to suffer. Well, it would seem that had lasted...for six years. Everything had come crumbling, not just on her, but on me too. She'd lost it with Fynn, and I with Anthony. But I was going to ensure we got it right back because we deserved everything. I didn't come this far with my daughter only for us to meet with a bad end.If Anthony wouldn't take me back, I didn't need him. He was no more important to me than Sabrina's biological father had been. But one thing was clear: I wasn't going to be the poor, divorced loser. As for Sabrina, she'd made a choice, and I could only support her. She wanted love. She wanted Fynn. I'd help her get him back into h
CHAPTER 114SABRINA'S POV"That bitch!" I cried bitterly the moment I entered the hotel room my mom and I shared.It was a big room that harbored two beds. She slept in one while I occupied the other. We didn't have any permanent shelter yet.We'd been sleeping in this hotel for the past months, hoping I could change my husband's mind."Who?" My mom raised her head from her phone.The television was airing one of my favorite family sitcoms, but I wasn't in the mood to watch. I was filled with anger. Pain. Sadness."Who else if not the stupid daughter of that man you married?" I grabbed the bottle of whiskey I'd left on the table and took a glass and took them with me to my bed.I poured myself a drink and gulped greedily, needing the sharp kick of alcohol to subdue the many emotions I was feeling."Spit it out, Sabrina. What did she do now?" Mom eyed me coolly. “I thought it was Fynn you went to see?""Yes." Memories of what had happened earlier today flashed into my mind. Tears burne
CHAPTER 113ZYLIAH'S POVThe drive back home was mostly silent. Fynn tried making small talk, but my responses were vague and curt."Why are you moody? Is it because of Sayge?" he asked, suspicion lurking in his tone.I immediately sat up, shaking my head so he wouldn't suspect. "No," I replied with conviction ringing in my voice. "Why would you think that, Fynn? I'm just tired, that's all. I thought you'd understand this."The tension in his shoulders eased. “I'm sorry, baby,” he said, his voice softening. “I just thought for a moment there that you..." He paused and took a deep breath. "You know what? Just forget it. I'm sorry. I trust that you won't hurt me or do anything that'll ruin our marriage. Right?"His eyes searched mine for a beat too long, as if waiting for me to flinch.I gave a small nod. "Right."He reached across for my hand and squeezed affectionately, passing me a charming smile. "You look amazing being pregnant."I forced a thin smile. “Do I?”"Absolutely so," he a
CHAPTER 112ZYLIAH'S POVMy first glimpse of sunlight in nearly five months came during this supervised trip to the baby store. The freedom was an illusion, of course, but the air outside the car had smelled different. Now, surrounded by tiny, expensive clothes, the reality of my cage felt more suffocating than ever."Zyliah?"I froze. My stomach jumped. I didn't want to believe whose voice I'd heard behind me.No, it couldn't be him. This should not be happening.I didn't turn. I refused to turn. I kept walking, continuing down the aisle I was on.He followed and quickly caught up with me. The moment his hand came on my shoulder, I felt that same jolt of awareness I'd felt those nights… no, don't think of anything, I chided myself.He swerved me to face him. A storm of emotions warred in his expression. "Oh my goodness, baby." He pulled me into a really warm, tight hug.I let myself revel in the warmth, but it was only for a split second before I squirmed out of his grasp. "Let go of
CHAPTER 111SAYGE'S POV"What the fuck do you mean you cannot find her?!" I snarled at the police officers standing in my living room.My grandma tapped me on my knee, a silent gesture to calm me down. Calm? Christ, it had been three weeks. Three weeks of this gnawing, gut-wrenching voidThree weeks and I couldn't find her. They could find her. God, I had no idea where she was or what had happened to her. Our kids would not stop asking about their mother; even Alexa missed her."Thank you, officers. Please, let us know if there's any update." Dad shook hands with the men, and they left."Useless! All a bunch of useless cops!" I kicked at a low stool.It went flying from the force and hit a high stool where an antique vase sat prettily on. The high stool tottered, affecting the vase. That toppled and fell to the floor, smashing to pieces.Everyone noticed it, but that vase was the least of our worries right now, especially mine."They are doing their best, Sayge." Grandma Charlotte hea
CHAPTER 110ZYLIAH'S POVThe room spun when I finally came to. The lights were a bit hurtful to my eyes. I had to blink to reduce the harsh effects.My head throbbed, and when I tried to swallow spittle, my lungs felt raw, like they'd been abused. I finally was able to manage to sit up and let my eyes roam the surroundings.I frowned a little. Quite disoriented.I was in a bedroom. An unfamiliar yet luxuriously expensive one. No pictures or anything that'll give me a clue on where I was or whose house it was.Then I remembered. I was having lunch with my two best friends and had left the table to go pee when...oh God, I've been kidnapped.My breath hitched as the fog in my mind burned away, replaced by a cold, sharp fear.Who would do this? I didn't have enemies who would hate me enough or bother with me enough to do this.Except maybe Claire. To get back at me for that last fight. She was the only one that was probably too crazy to do this without thinking of the repercussions.But w