LOGINSunset Barbecue & Forever LoveSerena’s POVThere’s something about a perfect summer evening that makes me feel like we’ve done something right.The sun is just starting to set, casting that golden glow over our backyard, and the smell of barbecue fills the air. Kids’ laughter rings through the spac
The Sleepover from HellBill’s POVI don’t know how I got roped into this.One minute, I was minding my business, thinking about kicking back with a beer and watching the Lakers game. The next?I’m hosting a damn sleepover.Collin—our sweet, energetic, too-smart-for-his-own-good son—managed to convi
When Serena Got DrunkBill’s POVIt started out as a normal night.Just me, Serena, and a rare moment of freedom—no kids, no responsibilities, and no reason to be in bed by 10 p.m.I should’ve known it was going to get wild when she ordered her first margarita and said, “I deserve this.”By the thir
The Twins’ First Birthday BashSerena’s POVI told myself we were going to keep it simple.Something small, just close family and friends, maybe a cake, a few balloons, and a couple of presents. Nothing over the top.But I should’ve known better.Because the moment Calvin found out we were celebrati
The Worst Date Ever (And the Best Night After)Serena’s POVTonight was supposed to be perfect.A night just for us—no kids, no work stress, no last-minute interruptions. Just Bill and me, dressed up, out on the town, basking in the kind of luxury we rarely get to indulge in anymore. A night where w
Couples Therapy (Because Why Not?)Bill’s POVI have done a lot of things for my wife.I have sat through terrible rom-com marathons. I have held her purse in the middle of crowded shopping malls. I have eaten kale.But this?This might be the worst.Because somehow, someway, I have let Serena drag
Bill’s POV Taking a deep breath, I steady myself. "I understand your concern, Martin," I say, keeping my voice calm and confident. "But Max Laurent himself has talked about why I did what I did." Martin Reed isn’t having it. His brows knit together, and he grips the edge of the table. “Bill, it’s
Serena’s POV"Serena?" Taylor asks, her brows knitting together and her smile fading slightly. She leans in, her eyes searching mine with concern.My mind is a complete blank, and I just sit there, staring at her. Taylor reaches over and gently touches my arm. "Hey, it's okay," she says softly, the
Bill’s POV I park my car in the visitor’s lot and take a moment to steel myself. The prison looms ahead, stark and imposing. I check in at the front desk, go through the usual security procedures, and follow the guard down the bright, sterile hallways. Finally, I’m led into a small, dimly lit ro
Bill’s POV"I... don't know, Bill," Serena says, nervously tugging at the strap of her bag. "The shop is really busy right now with the summer collection. I can't afford to be late.”I watch her, noticing the way she fidgets and how her eyes avoid mine. There's a nervous energy about her, and I can







