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
Alyssa Phillips' office isn't hard to find. It's tucked at the end of the hallway on the first floor, eerily neat and pristine. The air feels heavy here, like the walls are holding their breath, waiting for us to uncover their filthy secrets. And I'm sure there are more than plenty. Mason was
Alyssa Gray storms into the coffee shop like a hurricane ready to tear through anything in his path. His presence alone is oppressive, tension crackling off him in waves. Shoulders squared, fists clenched, his fury is barely restrained, coiling tight beneath his skin like a live wire waiting to sn
Christine freezes, her face draining of color. "Oh my God. We're going to get caught," she whispers, her voice rising with fear. "What the hell are we going to tell Gray?" I grab her arm and tug her under the desk with me. "Hide. Now." I remind myself to never rob a bank or anything with her. Sh
The thought churns in my head, dark and heavy. This could be intel for Bones. If the treaty ever goes to shit, knowing this could give him a serious edge. A nuclear option. But even as the idea takes shape, I already know I won't say a goddamn word. Bones doesn't need to know this. Not when he's sti







