LOGINWren's POVThe hospital doors slid apart before Adrian had even stopped the car properly. I was already reaching for my seat belt, my fingers fumbling with the buckle as Cole's last words repeated inside my head. Nora isn't responding to me. I had asked him twice what that meant, but the call had ended with him saying the doctors needed the room. I ran across the entrance hall without waiting for Adrian, passing a nurse pushing a trolley. Every second between the doors and my daughter's room felt stolen from her.“Ivy, slow down. I'll find out where they've taken her,” Adrian called as he caught up beside me. His hand hovered near my elbow, ready to steady me, but I shook my head and kept walking. I knew the way. I knew this corridor by heart. Tonight, the familiar smell of disinfectant made my stomach twist. I turned the corner and saw Cole standing outside Nora's door, his face drained of color.“Where is she? What happened?” I demanded, grabbing Cole's sleeve before he could speak
Wren's POVI kept my hand on the front door, holding it open while Dante stared at me as though I had spoken in a language he didn't understand. Behind him, Adrian sat at the dining table, exactly where I had asked him to stay. I wished Dante would simply walk out. Every second he remained made it harder to pretend I wasn't shaking."You want me to leave?" Dante asked. His gaze moved to Adrian, then returned to me. "You actually want me out of your house?""I wouldn't be standing here with the door open if I didn't." I tightened my fingers around the handle. The disbelief on his face was worse. It made me feel as though I was the one doing something cruel.Dante took a slow breath. "I came here to apologize, Ivy. I told you I was wrong to say those things at the packhouse. I didn't come here to fight.""I heard your apology." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "I listened to every word. But apologizing doesn't mean you get to decide how long I have to stand here and hear you out.
Wren's POVFor a moment after I asked Adrian to stay, nobody moved. Dante stood across the dining room with his hands at his sides, staring at the place where my fingers rested around Adrian’s wrist. I could almost see the effort it took him to swallow whatever he wanted to say. Days ago, I might have rushed to explain myself, afraid of losing the smallest chance of his affection. Tonight, I simply released Adrian and waited. Dante had asked to speak to me. He could decide whether he was capable of doing it with someone else present.“All right,” Dante said at last. He pulled out the chair opposite mine, but remained standing until I sat. His eyes briefly met Adrian’s before returning to me. “I came because I owe you an apology, Ivy. Not another explanation about why I was angry. An apology for what I actually said.”I pressed my palms against my knees beneath the table. My chest tightened. Adrian stayed near the sideboard, giving us space without abandoning the room. Dante looked a
Dante's POVI had barely reached my car when Ivy’s answer returned to me. Because Adrian hasn’t asked me to prove I deserve it. She had looked straight at me when she said it, without raising her voice or asking for sympathy. I had wanted to argue that I was the one who had been drugged, the one entitled to answers. But her words had exposed something I could not argue away. I had demanded proof of her innocence while offering none for my accusation.Marcus waited beside the car with the meeting documents tucked beneath his arm. I asked him to arrange immediate payment for the work Thornbridge had already completed. He studied me for a moment before opening his folder, as though expecting another instruction to follow.“Release everything properly verified and already owed,” I told him, keeping my eyes on the building entrance. “The terminated agreements remain terminated. And the inquiry continues.” I could hear how cold the instructions sounded. Paying a debt was not an apology, and
Wren's POV“Then perhaps you should stop discussing me as though I’m not coming back.” I stood in the doorway with Maya beside me, my hand still resting on the handle. Adrian turned first. Dante followed a second later, and the look that passed between them told me enough. “Is there a problem with the figures?” I asked, walking toward my chair. “Because that is the only problem I have time to discuss today.”“No problem with the figures,” Adrian said, moving the folder he had been reading back into place. He looked entirely too composed for a man who had been glaring at Dante when I opened the door. Dante pulled his chair toward the table without another word.A laugh rose in my throat, but it caught there when I remembered how much I had lost because neither of them could leave their feelings outside a room. I sat down and opened Maya’s revised schedule. “Good. Then we can finish what we came here to do.”Marcus adjusted his glasses as Maya distributed the updated statements. I kep
Dante’s POVI watched Ivy walk away with Adrian, her hand resting in his as they crossed the hospital reception area. He did not hurry her or look back to see whether I was watching. He simply adjusted his pace to hers, as though taking her away from me was the easiest decision in the world. I should have been relieved. The confrontation was over, the women had finally gone quiet, and Ivy was no longer being subjected to their accusations. Instead, I stood there staring at their joined hands until the doors closed behind them.I had no right to resent him for helping her. That knowledge did nothing to ease the ugly twist in my chest. Days ago, I had woken beside Ivy with gaps in my memory and the terrifying certainty that something had been done to me. I still had no explanation for those missing hours. I could not dismiss the possibility that she had been involved simply because seeing her hurt made me miserable. But I had turned suspicion into punishment before I had proof, and now







