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
Then he pulls back and swings his legs off the bed, reaching for his discarded jeans.There's something looser in his movements now. Lighter. Like some invisible weight finally slipped off his shoulders.I watch him quietly as he buttons his pants, an ache settling in my chest. Is he... leaving? "
"Mason..." I whisper, my voice cracking. "Why isn't she crying?"His face is grave. "I... I don't know." His eyes snap to King behind me. "King, cut the cord. We need to resuscitate. She isn't breathing."The room jolts into motion. King clamps and cuts the cord quickly, his hands steady even though
Mason brushes a thumb over her nipple, watching her come apart with worship in his eyes. "Beautiful," he breathes. "Every damn time." But before she can catch her breath, Niko pulls her right back under. No mercy. No hesitation. He flicks his tongue over her clit—fast, precise—and she screams
I don't.I take him back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back.His first few thrusts are shallow. Careful. But that careful control unravels fast, fraying with every needy sound I make around his cock.Soon he's fucking my mouth in earnest, curses spilling from his lips like they've been caged f







