ANMELDENAsher's POVThe sunlight filtering through the trees made patterns on the ground as Jared and I walked down the park's path. The warmth on my skin was comforting, but my chest still felt heavy. No matter how much I tried to focus on the sounds of the birds or the crunch of gravel under our feet, I couldn't push the thoughts away. They always found their way back, circling in my mind like storm clouds."Hey, buddy, what do you think about heading to the duck pond?" Jared's voice cut through my thoughts, and I looked up at him. He was smiling, trying to make me feel better. He always did that—always tried.I shrugged. "Okay."The truth was, I didn't care about the ducks. I didn't care about much lately. Mom said it wasn't my fault, that Dad leaving had nothing to do with me, but how could it not be? If I were better, wouldn't he want to stay?As we walked, Jared pointed out silly things—a squirrel stealing someone's sandwich, a dog wearing sunglasses. I forced a smile now and then, but
Jared POVThe sun shone gently, and the air smelled like freshly cut grass as Asher held my hand tightly. His grip was firm, like he was afraid I'd let go. We walked through the park, the sound of our footsteps on the paved path the only noise between us. Zina wasn't here, and her absence was noticeable, but today wasn't about her or me. Today was about Asher.He needed a break, something to distract him from the heavy cloud hanging over his world since Xaden had shown up again.Asher kicked a small rock down the path, his head hanging low, his shoulders slumped. It hurt to see him like this—a kid carrying worries too big for someone his age. I stopped walking, crouched down in front of him, and held his small hand firmly."Hey, buddy," I said softly. "What do you think about heading to the duck pond? We could race sticks down the water or feed the ducks. What do you think?"He glanced up at me, his brown eyes—so much like his mom's—filled with doubt. "Do you think Mom is okay? What i
Zina POVJared sat with Asher, helping him with a school project. Asher's bright laugh bubbled up, filling the room with a warmth that felt fragile yet precious. It was moments like these that reminded me why I had to fight so hard.But even their laughter couldn't quiet the storm raging inside me. Today, I would meet the lawyer. Today, I would confront the reality I had been dreading since the day Xaden showed up on my doorstep, demanding to see Asher. Last night had been restless—my thoughts tangled in an endless loop of fear and resolve.I couldn't let Xaden hurt Asher again. Not physically, not emotionally, and certainly not by taking him away from me."Are you ready?" Jared's voice pulled me back to the present. He stood in the doorway, his arms crossed loosely, but his expression betrayed his concern.I nodded, grabbing my purse. "Yeah. I'll be back soon. Can you… keep an eye on Asher?"Jared's reassuring smile made me feel steadier than I had all morning. "We'll be fine. Go do
Zina's POVThe house was too quiet. It was the kind of silence that didn't soothe, that settled into the cracks of your mind and festered. Asher had gone to his room, Jared close on his heels, ensuring he wasn't left alone with his thoughts. I was grateful for that—Jared had a way of reaching Asher that even I couldn't replicate.But now, as I stood in the living room, the emptiness of the space felt suffocating. The echo of Xaden's slap reverberated in my mind, a constant reminder of my failure to shield Asher from his father's anger. I had thought I was prepared for anything, but that single act had shattered my illusions.I walked to the kitchen, needing something to keep my hands busy. The kettle hissed softly as I set it on the stove, the sound grounding me in the present. My fingers trembled as I reached for the tea canister, spilling loose leaves across the counter."Zina."Jared's voice broke through my haze, gentle but firm. I turned to find him leaning against the doorway, h
Zina POV The muffled voices started as a faint hum beyond the door. At first, it was the shuffle of feet, followed by a low exchange of words. But then, Xaden's voice sharpened, slicing through the muted tones like a blade. Asher's reply came softer, hesitant.I strained to listen, my heart already tightening with unease. The tension was palpable even through the barrier between us. And then it happened. The slap—a sharp, resounding crack that echoed through the thin walls, stealing the air from my lungs.I froze, the sound rattling through me. My hand instinctively went to the doorknob, gripping it so tightly my knuckles ached. My mind screamed at me to move, but it was as though my body had been glued in place. A single second stretched into an eternity before my instincts roared to life.Without a second thought, I lunged for the door, throwing it open with all the force I could muster.The scene inside made my stomach churn. Asher stood near the far wall, one hand pressed to his
I was sitting at the kitchen table, staring into my half-empty cup of tea, when the door swung open with an air of entitlement that could only belong to him."Zina."I looked up, irritation crawling up my spine. There he was, standing in the doorway like he still had some kind of claim over me. The same arrogant expression, the same cocky attitude that had once made me fall for him. But now? It was a mask, a reminder of everything that had gone wrong."What do you want?" I asked, my voice clipped.Xaden's gaze hardened, his jaw tightening with the same pride that had always made him so infuriating. He wasn't here to apologize, I knew that much. His eyes flickered past me, toward the stairs, toward the one person he thought he could still control."I'm here to see Asher."I could feel the anger building inside me, but I held it in check, not wanting to make this worse. "You don't get to just show up whenever you feel like it, Xaden. You've done enough damage already. Don't think you ca
Zina's POVThe knock on the door was sharp and insistent, cutting through the quiet of the night. My chest tightened as I glanced at the clock. Midnight. No one came by this late, especially not unannounced. The heavy silence in the house suddenly felt suffocating.Hesitant, I moved toward the door
Zina POVThe water pours down relentlessly, the sound a soothing yet deafening roar around us. Each droplet feels like a whisper against my skin, but it does little to calm the storm raging within me. Jared's arms are wrapped securely around me, his chest rising and falling steadily as if he isn't
Zina POV When we reach Jared's place, he takes me straight upstairs. We don't stop in his bedroom either, pulling me into his giant bathroom. There's a glass shower, and with one hand still laced with mine, he uses the other to turn on the water. Then, without a word, he begins stripping me of m
Zina POV "Do you need mercy?" he asks, but it takes my brain a minute to catch up. He's asking if I want to stop. Do I? God, that hurts, but he's doing this for a reason. And aside from all of that, my body is awake, sensitive and a little horny behind the pain. "No," I whimper. "Good girl."







