로그인My 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 "Where have you guys been?" I ask, folding my arms as King and Mason stroll into the house at four in the morning. Their clothes are clean, too clean for men who've been out all night. I also catch the fresh scent of soap lingering on them. They showered before coming home. And with my bo
Alyssa Marina's presence in the room feels like a heavy weight. Her confident stride and the sharp click of her heels are constant reminders of how out of depth I feel. Marina exudes composure, as if nothing can shake her. I can't help but wonder if she can see right through the mask I'm desperate
"That's it. Let it all out," I tell her, my voice a low purr. I've never seen her like this before, and it guts me to watch her crumble. But I know what's coming after. She'll feel so much better, so much lighter. "Damn," Mason mutters. "I honestly didn't think you'd be able to do it." My lips t
Mason Watching King work usually makes me a bit ill. The way he seems to find a rhythm in destruction, precision in pain—it's more than most people can stomach. But tonight, as I stand in the dim light of the garage, I see something else. It's not just brutality. It's art, if you can call it t







