Cynthia’s POVI didn’t think today would go this smoothly. I thought it’d be a hassle, sneaking those brats away long enough to get their DNA samples. But fate, sweet fate, gave me a perfect setup. Isabel, in all her clueless glory, practically handed them to me on a silver platter when she brought them to the ice cream parlor.I chuckle, leaning back in the velvet chair, swirling the wine in my glass as I replay the scene. “Now that I’ve gotten their samples sent to the lab,” I murmur, sipping slowly, “it won’t be long before I know the truth. Whether or not those bastards really belong to Alexander.” I scoff, downing the rest of the drink, the glass hitting the table with a satisfying clink.Just then, the front door slams shut. I flinch. Alexander’s footsteps echo across the hallway like a storm building up. His face, crimson with rage, is the only thing I can see as he stalks toward me with fury burning in his eyes.“Where is he?” he barks. “Where did you hide him?”I blink, caugh
Isabel’s POVWe hurry down the hallway, our steps quick and uneven, echoing off the sterile walls of the hospital. Scarlett’s small hand grips mine tightly, Sterling nearly dragging me along behind him. Grace had called just minutes ago—her voice trembling with joy—Roy’s awake. Conscious. The kids had barely let her finish before they were scrambling out of their seats at the ice cream parlor, their half-eaten cones abandoned without a second thought. We rushed out into the evening air, their joy bubbling into laughter and breathless excitement as we made our way here.Now, breathless and flushed, we reach the room.The door swings open just as we reach it, and the kids don’t hesitate—they weave inside like a sudden gust of energy and light, their voices rising in unison.“Daddy! Daddy!”Scarlett reaches his bedside first, Sterling only a second behind. Roy’s smile spreads slow but wide, like sunlight cutting through a cloudy morning. He looks tired, pale, but the warmth in his eyes
Cynthia’s POVI huff loudly the moment Isabel disappears from sight, my teeth gritting behind a bitter smile.Unbelievable. She dares to challenge me? Throw it in my face that she’s got more control over Alexander now? Damn you, Isabel! My God, sometimes I wish it had been you who burned down in that fire… not your godforsaken mother, Celyn. Why was it you who survived? You should have just died and never returned.I tilt my head slowly, letting the rage simmer beneath the surface. She doesn’t really know what I’m capable of. That’s the mistake she’s making. That’s why she thinks she can stand there and threaten me like she owns the world.If only she’d been a minute late… I was so close—so damn close to getting that strand of hair when she barged in.Damn it!Now I’ll need to find another way to get the sample I need, and this time, it’ll be harder. Isabel won’t make it easy—she’ll make damn sure I can’t even get near her children again.But why was it so difficult? Scarlett was righ
Isabel’s POVI turn sharply to face Christine, my patience thinning like the last thread of a worn-out rope. “What do you mean our men weren’t able to get him? I thought you had his location already locked down? This was supposed to be a simple task. Get the man who plotted with Cynthia,” I say, pronouncing each word slowly, carefully, as if dragging them out will keep me from screaming.Christine looks down, mumbling for what feels like the hundredth time, “I’m sorry, ma’am.”I huff, flipping to the other side of the room, my arms folded tight across my chest. “It’s not about saying you’re sorry. This was supposed to be my chance to find evidence against Cynthia. To make her pay for everything. And now? We’ve lost him.”My fists clench so hard my nails dig into my palm. I barely notice.Christine shifts uncomfortably. “I’m sure Cynthia helped him. He wouldn’t have been able to escape that freely without help.”“Of course,” I snap, turning my gaze back to her. “Who else would have don
Cynthia’s POVI pace my room, barefoot against the cold marble floor. It’s been three days now. Three long, dragging days, and even though Alexander hasn’t said a word about the divorce he threw at me like a dagger, I still find myself restless. On edge.His silence—it speaks louder than any outburst could. There’s something in it. Something simmering beneath, and I don’t like it.What is he thinking?What is he up to?Even with my trail on him, I’ve gotten nothing useful. Just reports of him going to the office… spending time with Collins. That’s it.Could he be plotting something with Collins? I scoff under my breath. No way. He can’t still be dreaming about going through with that divorce. I told him what he stands to lose. Made it very clear. He got the message. I made damn sure of that.Thank goodness I was able to prove to him years ago that Sophia was his. That forged DNA result saved everything. He doesn’t know the truth. No one does. And it’s going to stay that way. Forever.
Collins’ POVI wake to an unfamiliar stillness.The space beside me is cold. Empty. No rustle of breath, no soft weight beneath the covers. My arm stretches out, instinctively reaching for her, but there’s nothing—just the quiet whisper of sheets, already cooled from her absence. I sit up slowly, blinking at the faint morning light filtering through the blinds.And then I see it.A single folded piece of paper resting by the lamp on the nightstand. White. Deliberate. Like a farewell. I frown and reach for it, the edge slightly crumpled as though she hesitated before placing it down.My fingers tremble slightly as I unfold it.Her handwriting hits me first—sharp, clean strokes that carry more weight than they should. Then the words begin to blur into meaning:“I know this might come off another way, but I don’t want you to carry the burden of what happened last night… or ever feel responsible for it. It was all a mistake, and it shouldn’t have happened. So just forget about the night…
Aria’s POVI take a sip of my drink, the cool liquid settling into the pit of my stomach like a quiet storm. My fingers curl slightly as I set the glass down on the table, the soft clink sounding louder than I expect in the quiet. “I’m sorry I had to call you out here tonight,” I say, turning toward Collins.He looks… oddly pleased, like someone who’s been waiting for this moment longer than he’s willing to admit. For someone given a last-minute call, he seems anything but inconvenienced. There’s a relaxed ease in the way he leans back, that familiar glimmer in his eyes that says I’m exactly where I want to be.He shakes his head almost instantly, a small smile tugging at his lips. “No, it’s nothing, Aria. In fact, I’m glad you called.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I needed to be out anyway. Been so caught up with work lately, I forgot what the outside world looked like.”I watch him for a beat—really watch him—then sniff quietly and return my gaze to the drink in front of me, th
Isabel’s POVI catch the hesitation in Alexander’s eyes as I run out of the room, and for a moment, I don’t know what to feel.Should I feel bad?Should I wait and hope he chooses me?But one thing is painfully clear—I can’t stand to see him like that. Torn. Stuck.I know what it feels like to be caught between two impossible choices, especially when it comes to your child. As a parent, the thought of being separated from your kid… it’s unbearable.And I won’t be the reason he carries that burden. I won’t build hope on something that requires him to hurt his own child.That’s not love—it’s cruelty.No matter how broken I feel inside, I won’t be the one to make him choose.I dash out of the building, my heels hitting the pavement harder than I intend.My chest tightens with every step.The air outside is cool, but it does nothing to ease the heat building behind my eyes.Just as I approach the car, Christine rushes toward me, her brows furrowed in concern.“Ma’am? Are you okay?” she as
Alexander’s POVShe walks away slowly, but her words linger, haunting me.“I never cheated.”The sentence loops in my head like a cursed line from a film I can’t stop watching. My chest tightens. Confusion swirls inside me—doubt, denial, anger. What the hell is she trying to do? Pretend like I have no proof? Is she hoping I’ve let it go?But the photo…Yes, the photo.The image slams into my mind like a wrecking ball. The rage it stirs in me sets my legs in motion before I can think. I’m already moving, already running after her. My heart pounds harder with each step as my hand reaches out and catches her arm.She jerks slightly, startled, turning to face me.Just for a second—just a breath—our eyes lock. Something about the way she looks at me… it shakes me. Then, just like that, she yanks her arm out of my grip.“I’m really not in the mood right now to continue talking to you,” she says, voice cold. “So please—”“No,” I cut her off, breathing hard. “We have to talk. I can’t hold thi