Serena’s POVThe room hums with energy, the kind of buzz that comes from a carefully curated crowd of media, industry insiders, and investors. Cameras flash as I step onto the stage, my heels clicking against the polished floor. The Etoile de Collin logo glows behind me, larger than life, and for a
Calvin’s POVThe penthouse feels bigger now, emptier. It’s strange how silence can take up so much space, filling every corner and amplifying the absence of things you didn’t realize you depended on.Stevie’s laughter used to echo in this place, sharp and unfiltered, bouncing off the marble floors l
Serena’s POVStevie’s apartment smells like fresh paint and coffee, an oddly comforting combination that suits her. The space is small, cluttered with photography equipment and stacks of unopened baby gear, but it feels like her. It’s messy and lived-in, nothing like Calvin’s sterile penthouse.I kn
Calvin’s POVThe waiting room at Stevie’s doctor’s office isn’t anything like I expected. It’s bright and cheerful, with pastel walls and outdated parenting magazines scattered across the coffee tables. A little kid toddles past me, clutching a stuffed giraffe, while his mom trails behind him with a
Bill’s POVThe sound of waves crashing against the shore is a far cry from the usual buzz of our daily lives. No conference calls, no meetings, no tantrums over spilled cereal. Just the ocean, the wind, and Collin’s laughter as he runs across the sand, a kite string gripped tightly in his little han
Calvin’s POVI’ve been staring at her address on my phone for ten minutes, trying to work up the courage to get out of the car. It’s ridiculous. I’ve faced down corporate takeovers and boardroom ambushes without flinching, but this? This feels harder.Stevie’s apartment building looms in front of me
Serena’s POVI tap my pen against the edge of the conference table, staring at the open file in front of me. My head’s buzzing, not from caffeine—I haven’t had nearly enough of that today—but from the words staring back at me in black and white.“Are you sure about this?” I ask Grace, my PR director
Calvin’s POVThe call comes in just as I’m reviewing a financial report in my office. It’s Serena, and I can tell immediately from her clipped tone that something’s off.“Calvin, we have a situation,” she says, not bothering with pleasantries.I lean back in my chair, setting the report aside. “What
Bill’s POV“Collin, did you know the Triceratops used its horns to protect itself from T. rex attacks?” I ask, pointing to the picture in his favorite dinosaur book.Collin gasps dramatically, his little hands clutching the edge of the table. “Like a superhero?”“Exactly like a superhero,” I reply,
Serena’s POVThe email sits in my inbox like a ticking time bomb. The subject line reads, Milan Fashion Gala – Final Confirmation Needed. It’s everything I’ve worked for: Etoile de Collin on a global stage, a chance to solidify our name among the greats. And yet, staring at the words feels like some
Calvin’s POVThe Titan Group boardroom feels like a pressure cooker, every gaze at the table expectant and sharp. I sit at the head, the weight of leadership heavier today than it’s been in months. The media buzz surrounding the company isn’t just noise anymore; it’s becoming a tangible threat.“Let
Stevie’s POVI’ve got a camera in one hand, a checklist in the other, and exactly zero patience left in my reserves. Pregnancy is a wild ride, man. One minute, you’re on top of the world, feeling like a badass artist ready to conquer the universe with your vision. The next, you’re sitting on the flo
Serena’s POVThe first thing I notice when I wake up is the absence of that dull, nagging ache in my back. For the first time in days, I feel like I can actually take a deep breath without my body protesting. The second thing I notice is Bill sitting in the chair across the room, scrolling on his ph
Bill’s POVThe call comes in just as I’m wrapping up a meeting. Serena’s name flashes on my screen, and I immediately know something’s wrong. She rarely calls during the day unless it’s important.“Serena?” I answer, my voice sharp with concern.“Bill...” Her voice is shaky, almost breaking. “I—some
Serena’s POVMia sits across from me, her tablet balanced on her knee and that eager, slightly nervous look she always gets when I throw new responsibilities her way.“So, you’re confident you can handle this?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.“Yes,” she replies without hesitation. “The
Bill’s POVI hear the front door close softly, but it doesn’t sound right. Not like it usually does when Serena comes home. There’s no click of her heels against the floor, no cheerful greeting as she tosses her bag onto the counter. Just silence.Collin is still bouncing around in the living room,
Serena’s POVMy office looks like a war zone. Papers scattered everywhere, my laptop balancing on the edge of my desk, and a half-empty cup of tea growing cold beside me. I’m not sure where the morning went. Hell, I’m not even sure what day it is.I rub my temples, staring at the endless list of dea