LOGIN“You murderer!” No A resounding slap followed those words from Katrina’s Mother-in-law. The entire extended family gasped in shock but no one made a move to help. Not even Katrina’s husband, Damon Winchester. He just stood there, watching lazily, like he always did while his mother berated her for every little thing. But this wasn’t little, no. This was more than the fine china dishes that were one of the family’s heirlooms which Katrina broke last thanksgiving and earned her harsh insults from her mother-in-law. This was nothing like the family dinner she made last Christmas that caused half the kitchen to catch fire, needing a renovation. This couldn't be compared to that afternoon in summer, when she knocked over an antique vase while dusting, freezing as it cracked clean down the middle and her mother-in-law murmured that Katrina’s touch spoiled anything of value. No. This was the death of the only woman who loved someone as unlovable as Katrina. The woman who raised her. The woman who constantly fought for Katrina’s place in the Winchester Family even when she didn’t belong. Alana Winchester, Damon’s grandmother. Like every other thing, it was all her fault. Everything Katrina touched turned to ashes.
View MoreCHAPTER EIGHTY-FOURThe words lingered in the air long after Damon said them.For a few seconds, neither of them moved.Neither of them spoke.Damon simply stood there staring at Genevieve while his own question echoed back inside his head.*Will you marry me?*The strange thing was that he hadn't meant to say it.Not tonight.Not next month.Possibly not ever.Marriage had not crossed his mind in years. The very idea of it felt exhausting. Yet somehow, in the middle of their argument, with Genevieve calling him out and Katelyn's name hanging between them like a wound that never properly healed, the words had slipped out.Now he found himself wondering why.Genevieve blinked at him.Once.Twice.The birthday cake nearly slipped from her hands."Damon..."For the first time all evening, she looked completely speechless.Then slowly, the shock began to disappear from her face.Hope replaced it.A beautiful, fragile hope that Damon recognized instantly.Her eyes widened.Her lips parted.
CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREEDamon was not pleased.The shock alone had nearly stopped his heart for a second.One moment the house had been dark and silent like always.The next—“Surprise! Happy birthday!”His work bag had slipped right out of his hand from the fright, dropping heavily onto the floor.Now he stood there staring at Genevieve while irritation crawled steadily beneath his skin.Exhaustion already sat heavily on his shoulders after the long day at work.This?This was the last thing he wanted.Genevieve either didn’t notice his mood or deliberately ignored it.She continued smiling brightly while carefully balancing the cake in her hands.“Happy birthday to you…” she sang cheerfully while walking closer.Damon bent down slowly to pick up his bag with a tired sigh.“Genevieve—”“Happy birthday to you…”His jaw tightened.Honestly, he had forgotten it was even his birthday.The realization alone irritated him further.Birthdays stopped mattering years ago.He had told Genevieve t
CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWOThe building had long emptied out.Most of the lights across Winchester Enterprise had already gone dark hours ago, leaving only a few floors still illuminated against the night skyline outside.Damon barely noticed any of it.He sat behind his desk with his sleeves rolled up slightly, eyes fixed on the endless documents spread across the table before him. Numbers. Reports. Contracts. Presentations waiting for approval.Work.Always work.At some point over the years, it had stopped being ambition and simply became habit.Something to drown himself in.Something to fill the silence.The soft knock on his office door barely registered at first.“Sir?”Damon looked up slowly.His secretary stood awkwardly by the doorway clutching her tablet against her chest. The young woman looked nervous in the way everybody around him usually looked these days.Like speaking to him required courage.“What is it?” Damon asked distractedly.She hesitated briefly before speaking caref
CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONEKatelyn was starting to regret telling Stella about the date. Not because Stella reacted badly.Quite the opposite actually The woman had reacted like Katelyn had just announced a royal wedding.“It’s your first date in years!” Stella said for probably the tenth time in the last thirty minutes while aggressively digging through Katelyn’s wardrobe. “You cannot dress like you’re going to buy groceries.”Katelyn sat at the edge of her bed looking deeply unconvinced.“It’s just dinner.”Stella whipped around so fast she almost smacked herself with a hanger.“Just dinner?” she repeated in horror. “Katelyn Winchester—”“It’s not Winchester anymore.”“You know what I mean.” Stella waved dismissively before narrowing her eyes. “This man has been orbiting around you for months looking at you like you invented happiness itself and you think this is just dinner?”Katelyn sighed tiredly.Avery had already been dropped off at Stella’s house earlier for a sleepover with Stella’s t






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