MasukMy 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
WarFuck.Logan is clawing at the walls again."Kill him!"His voice bounces around my skull like a ricochet, desperate and feral. "You've already done enough damage for a lifetime, you selfish, psychotic fuck," I mutter under my breath. "Stay in your cage, or you're gonna get both of us killed. An
My gaze shifts to the woman kneeling near the wall.His wife.Still. Hollow. Just a ghost with a pulse.She's not innocent—she tried to take Zuri from Alyssa—but she's also a prisoner of her husband's sickness.Another trophy he kept around to destroy. "Get out," I say coldly. "Unless you want to w
KingSilas stirs with a groan—low and ragged, like he's coming back from the grave.Shame. He won't be staying long. I flex my gloved hand and settle on the edge of the desk, watching awareness slither behind his eyes. There's a swollen lump on his forehead where it cracked against the wood—the ski
And they really don't give a fuck. I tilt my head up. I can't see him. But I feel him. His gaze. His fury. It scorches across my skin like fire through dry brush. I stare into the dark—right where I know he's watching—hoping he sees it. Hoping they all see it. No fear. No hesitation. Just







