LOGINMy heart doesn't just drop.It crashes.Ashley.Of course it's her.One of his sister's little friends. Leather pants, a halter top that shows just how desperate she is, and the kind of smug smile that makes me want to rip out her hair strand by strand.Heat climbs up my neck.Rage. Embarrassment. S
"Final boarding call for Flight 238..."I finish the last sip of my mimosa, sling my Gucci diaper bag over one shoulder, smooth the fabric of my dress with a flick of my wrist, and reach for Cameron with the kind of ease that only comes from knowing no one else is going to carry the weight for you.
Christine(August 2025 — 9 months after I left)"I have to ask," Evelina says, her voice soft but unwavering as she shifts Cameron in her arms, rocking him like she's done it a million times. "Are you sure about this? Going back to him?"I lift my mimosa and take a measured sip, letting the citrus b
"You wouldn't love me if I wasn't.""I assure you I would."Carol turns back to me, her voice softening. "Honey, anytime you need help with the babies, you call us. Day or night. Nothing's more important than family."Relief settles heavy in my chest, dragging the rest of me down with it."Thank you
As I ruffle Niko's hair while he sits beside me, a soft knock echoes through the room, followed by the quiet creak of the door swinging open."Mind if we come in?" Carol's voice floats gently through the doorway.Niko lifts his head, quickly wiping away the evidence that he'd been crying."Hey, Mom.
AlyssaAt the hospital, the nurses whisk my babies away for the routine tests that should've been done as soon as they were born.Still, my chest tightens when they're rolled out of the room.I know it's standard. Necessary—especially considering the way they made their grand entrance on the floor o
Niko lets out a dramatic grunt, clutching his chest like she actually hurt him. "Ouch, baby girl. You trying to take Daddy Niko out?"Zuri giggles, eyes lighting up as she parrots, "Nee-koo. Nee-koo."His expression softens, his hold on her adjusting like she's the most precious thing in the world.
AlyssaWhen I wake up from a nap I didn't even realize I took, the room feels...different. Lighter. Quieter.Nothing like the tense, heavy atmosphere from before.I blink, my mind groggy as I try to piece together what happened. The last thing I remember is arguing with King, then Gray explaining
And maybe, just maybe, the night Isaac dies will be the night.The one we finally do what we've been planning for weeks.I steal a glance at King.He hasn't moved, but I don't miss the way his fingers flex against Alyssa's back, the slow, controlled rise and fall of his chest.He's angry again.Not
I have no choice but to hide it.I just hope they'll understand that in the end.But just as I part my lips to say something—still not knowing exactly what it is, a sharp knock echoes through the house.Gray.Right on time.Mason rises smoothly, his posture relaxed but alert, and heads to the door.







