LOGIN“I agree with Victor. I mean, look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes. And look,” I say, pointing to the caption. “They’re planning on a Christmas wedding. Why would she announce that, if she’s planning to dump him for Grayson in a few days?. I’m afraid Mr. Bennet might be the one in
I go to the door to let him in.“Victor,” I say cheerfully, “Come in, come in,” I say embracing him and letting him kiss my cheeks.“How is little Xavi doing?”“Oh, you know, the great thing about kids is that they’re so resilient. We’re thinking about having a couple of sessions with a therapist, j
As I stare at them, I know, life doesn’t get much better than this. And I’m so unbelievably thankful to have us all safe under the same roof.The awkward moment came when we had to explain that the doctors hadn’t been able to save Mika. Our sweet boy wept for her as we held him in our arms.He’d loo
We shower together and tenderly make love to each other. Both are just so thankful to be back in each other’s arms. Too excited to sleep, I check the monitor for the hundredth time to confirm Xavi is still there. Satisfied, I turn over to find Sebastian lying on his back staring up at the ceiling.
“Right, maintain the status quo.”“Only now, I’m ready to put a fucking hole in Carson’s head. How do I know you didn’t set this whole thing up from the start to paint Carson as the villain? Maybe you want him out the picture so bad, you’re hoping I’ll take him out for you.”Grayson raises his hands
When I’m close enough, Bennet steps forward, extending a hand.“Grayson Bennet.”His handshake is firm, but not crushing like in some juvenile show of power.“Sebastian Petrosky,” I reply and sit in the seat he indicates across the table from him.“So, you attended Princeton,” I say, letting him kno
This wiry, tough as nails nurse walks over to me and glances at the monitors. “No more visitors for you tonight, Mr. Bennett,” she says, half-teasing. Her eyes fix upon me quizzically, “Was that really your dad?”“Unfortunately. But even then, only if you use the term loosely.”Giving me a sympathet
As if slowly waking from the deepest of sleeps, my lids part lazily to the exquisite sight of Abigail. She’s absolutely radiant in a glimmering white dress and a stunning array of jewels. Her captivating, large brown eyes glisten with joy and a single tear slowly rolls down her cheek. I lift my hand
“Arthur, remember I told you that we had been mistaken in thinking that your baby daughter had died with your wife. Your daughter, the child your Celine bore you, is here with me. Her name is Abigail.”We all stand there with bated breath, waiting for the slightest sign of acknowledgment, but again…
Now, if only Abigail would call. Let me know that she aches as badly as I do to be together again. My eyelids grow heavy as the pain medication kicks in. It’s a long eight hours to New York. I turn the ringer up on the phone and put it on vibrate to wake me if she should call.It’s about 3 pm in the







