เข้าสู่ระบบSunset 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 POVSerena is beneath me, breathless, skin flushed, her eyes dark with something wild and unrestrained. She’s still catching up to the shift in control, the way I’ve pinned her to the mattress, keeping her right where I want her. Her wrists are locked in my grip above her head, fingers curlin
Bill’s POVI throw a punch at the heavy bag, ignoring the sharp pain that shoots through my ribs. My knuckles connect with a solid thud, but it’s not satisfying. Not enough. The ache spreading through my side is a reminder that I should be resting.But I don’t care.I shift my stance and hit the bag
Bill’s POVCollin doesn’t let go of me.His tiny hands fist into my shirt, his small body pressed so tight against mine it’s like he’s trying to disappear inside me. His breath is uneven, shaky, catching on little silent sobs. Every few seconds, I feel him tremble, his body still reacting even thoug
Serena’s POVI stand in the doorway of our bedroom, watching Bill move carefully, peeling his shirt off like every muscle in his body aches. The bruises are worse than I thought—deep purples and sickening reds blooming across his ribs, stretching over his side like reminders of how close we came to







