Mag-log inHailey's POV The house came into view, and my chest tightened so hard I couldn't breathe.Maxwell pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. Neither of us moved.Through the front windows, I could see movement, Susan probably, or maybe Gio himself, waiting for us to come home."How do we do this?" My voice came out broken.Maxwell's hands were still on the steering wheel, knuckles white. "I don't know."We sat in the terrible silence, the weight of what we had to do crushing down."We just tell him the truth," he said finally. "In terms he can understand.""And if he asks why?" My voice cracked. "If he asks why he has to leave?"Maxwell's jaw clenched. "We tell him the judge said so. That it's not his fault. That we love him."That it's our fault. That we failed him. That we destroyed our marriage and handed him over in the process.But we couldn't say that."Okay." I unbuckled my seatbelt with shaking hands. "Okay."We walked to the front door like we were walking to an execution.
Hailey's POVJudge Rutherford entered. We stood then sat."Mr. Navarro, you may begin," the judge said.Mason stood, buttoning his suit jacket with practiced ease. "Your Honor, this case is fundamentally about a father's right to know his son. Floyd Langford only discovered Gio's existence seven months ago when Ms. Ramsey...excuse me, Mrs. Kingston, returned to New York after six years abroad."He painted the picture carefully. Floyd as the wronged party. The father denied the chance to be present for his son's birth, first steps, first words. A man who'd made mistakes in the past but desperately wanted to be a father now."Mr. Langford has a stable marriage, a stable home, and a genuine desire to build a relationship with Gio. Meanwhile, Mrs. Kingston rushed into a marriage with Mr. Langford's half-brother mere weeks after returning, a relationship that raises seriou
Hailey's POV I woke to gray light filtering through the curtains and the immediate, crushing weight of what today was.The hearing.My phone read 6:47 AM. I'd managed maybe three hours of sleep, and those had been filled by nightmares of losing Gio, of watching him being taken away while I stood frozen, unable to speak.The week since Christina's office had been hell.We'd practiced. Standing in the living room after Gio went to bed, rehearsing answers to devastating questions while carefully maintaining two feet of distance between us. Maxwell's voice clinical and hollow. Mine shaking. Both of us dying inside."Are you in love with your husband, Mrs. Kingston?""Yes.""Look at him when you say it."I'd looked. He'd looked back. And the pain in his eyes had been so raw I'd had to look away.We'd gotten better at faking it. Or at least, we thought we had.But I knew the truth: we were walking into that courtroom already defeated.I forced myself out of bed, my hands shaking as I pulle
Hailey's POVMorning came with the weight of dread.I found Maxwell already in the kitchen when I came out at seven, dressed in a suit, tie perfectly knotted. He looked like he'd slept as poorly as I had, shadows under his eyes, jaw tight with tension.Gio was still asleep.We moved around each other like strangers, not to get too close. The silence was suffocating.Then Gio's door opened, and we both turned toward the sound of his small footsteps padding down the hallway."Morning, buddy." Maxwell's voice shifted instantly, to warm, everything it wasn't moments ago."Morning, Daddy." Gio climbed onto his usual stool, rubbing his eyes. "Can I have pancakes again?""Sure thing." Maxwell moved to the fridge. "Dinosaur or regular?""Dinosaur!"I watched Maxwell pour batter
Hailey's POV I woke to the sound of Gio's laughter coming from the kitchen.For one blissful second, I forgot. Forgot the confrontation, forgot Maxwell's hollow voice, forgot that today we were signing papers that would formalize the end of everything.Then reality crashed back, and my chest felt like it was caving in.I forced myself out of bed, pulling on a robe with shaking hands. The clock read 7:15 AM. I'd gotten maybe two hours of sleep. My eyes were swollen from crying, my throat raw.But I had to face him. Had to pretend everything was fine for Gio. Had to sign away whatever we'd had.The kitchen smelled like pancakes. Gio was perched on a stool at the island, syrup-covered and grinning, while Maxwell stood at the stove flipping another pancake with mechanical precision.He didn't look at me when I entered."Mommy!" Gio's face lit up. "Daddy made dinosaur pancakes! Look, this one's a T-Rex!""That's great, baby." My voice sounded foreign even to my own ears.Maxwell slid the
Hailey's POVThe penthouse was dark when I got home.I'd stayed at the office for hours after the elevator confrontation, unable to face going back. Unable to face him. Unable to face the fact that I was destroying us both because I was too terrified to say three words.Now it was past midnight, and I slipped inside as quietly as possible.The living room was empty. Maxwell's office door was closed, no light on. Either he'd gone to bed or he was sitting in the dark, and honestly, I didn't know which was worse.I headed toward my room, the guest room I'd been using since everything got complicated, when his office door opened."We need to talk."His voice was flat. Somehow that was infinitely worse than anger."It's late...""I don't care." He stood in the doorway, still in his work clothes,







