Adrian’s POVThe steady rhythm of Sarah’s breathing reassured me as I sat beside her, my fingers still lightly curled around hers. Her hand was smaller, delicate against mine, but there was a quiet strength in the way she held on. It took everything in me to leave, but I knew I had to. Work was calling, and though I couldn’t care less about the company right now, I had responsibilities I couldn’t ignore forever.She needed rest, and I needed to clear my head before dealing with all that was happening with the company.Reluctantly, I stood, letting go of her hand as carefully as I could. She didn’t stir, the exhaustion keeping her in a deep sleep. I took one last look at her peaceful face before grabbing my coat and stepping out into the quiet hospital corridor.By the time I reached the parking lot, the early morning sun was beginning to break through the clouds, casting a soft golden hue over the city. I exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over my face. The weight of the past few days was
Sarah’s POVI woke to the distant murmur of hospital sounds—footsteps in the hall, the faint beeping of a monitor, the quiet hum of the air conditioning. The lingering scent of antiseptic filled my nostrils, grounding me in the reality of where I was. My body felt heavy, sore, but not as drained as before.The spot beside me was empty, the warmth long gone. Adrian had left.A part of me had expected it, but I couldn’t deny the slight pang of disappointment. He’d been by my side every moment he could, and I had grown used to his presence, his quiet protectiveness. But work was calling, and I knew he couldn’t stay forever.With a sigh, I shifted carefully against the pillows, trying not to aggravate the dull ache in my ribs. I had barely adjusted when the door creaked open, and a familiar voice filled the room.“Finally, you’re awake! I was about to force-feed you in your sleep.”I turned my head just in time to see Tasha walk in, a takeout bag in one hand and a cup of juice in the othe
Adrian’s POVThe Blackwood Enterprises headquarters loomed ahead, its glass façade reflecting the morning sun as I pulled into the underground parking lot. The moment I stepped out of the car, my phone buzzed.I sighed, already knowing who it would be.“Adrian Blackwood,” I answered.“You’re late,” came Neville's clipped voice. My right-hand man was never one to waste words.I checked my watch. “By five minutes. You should be glad I agreed to be here today.”“Five minutes that the board has been using to pick apart your leadership in your absence,” he shot back. “They smell blood, Adrian. You’ve given them a reason to doubt you.”I ran a hand through my still-damp hair, exhaling. “Let them doubt. It doesn’t change the fact that I built this company into what it is today.”Eric hesitated. “Still you might want to prepare yourself.”I ended the call without another word, my jaw tightening as I strode toward the private elevator.The moment the doors slid open on the top floor, I was gre
Sarah’s POVThe moment Michael walked out of the room, the air felt lighter, but the weight on my chest only grew heavier.He was back.I forced myself to take slow, measured breaths, trying to steady the tremble in my hands. The scent of antiseptic, the distant hum of the hospital, the IV taped to my hand—all of it felt surreal, like I was watching myself from the outside.Michael wanted to see Nora.A sickening dread settled in my stomach. I knew him. I knew the way he worked—his words, his manipulations. He wasn’t the type to just walk away. And the worst part? He wasn’t bluffing.I clenched the blanket tighter.He was staying in town.A knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts. My nurse peeked in, her expression careful, concerned.“Are you alright, Mrs. Blackwood?”No.I forced a nod. “I’m fine.”She didn’t look convinced but didn’t push. “If you need anything, just press the call button.”I nodded again, my throat too tight for words.The second she left, I reached for my
Adrian’s POVMichael had just made the worst mistake of his life.I stood by the hospital window, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. The city stretched beyond the glass, indifferent to the storm raging inside me. Every muscle in my body was coiled, barely restraining the fury simmering beneath the surface.Michael.After everything he did, he had the guts to come back. And he thought he could waltz in and demand to see Nora?Not on my watch.I turned back to the room. Sarah sat on the hospital bed, her fingers curled around the blanket, her face pale but determined. Tasha stood beside her, arms crossed, mirroring my anger.“He’s not going to stop,” Sarah said quietly.I exhaled, forcing my voice to remain calm. “He won’t get the chance to start.”Tasha nodded. “Then we need to act fast.”My mind was already working through the possibilities. “I'll need a full security detail on Sarah and Nora—discreet, but effective. We don’t wait for him to make the next move.”Tasha’s expression d
Sarah’s POVThe hospital room was quiet—too quiet.Tasha had left a few minutes ago, but I could still feel the weight of her presence, the way she had stood beside me, her arms crossed in that protective stance of hers. She didn’t say much, but she didn’t need to. I knew she was ready to fight this battle with me, just like Adrian was.And now Adrian was out there, facing the past I wanted so desperately to leave behind.I let out a slow breath, my fingers tightening around the blanket on my lap. My heart felt like it had been caught in a vise since the moment Neville walked in with the news. Michael was back. After everything—after all the pain, all the fear—he had come back like a ghost that refused to stay buried.I pressed a hand to my temple, willing the pounding headache away.It wasn’t fair.I had spent years trying to move forward, to build a new life, to be strong for Nora. And just when I thought I had finally escaped the shadow of my past, it had found a way to claw itself
Adrian’s POVThe night air still clung to my clothes, the weight of the last few hours pressing against my chest like a phantom I couldn’t shake.Michael.I hadn’t known him before today, but I had known his kind. Men who thought they could haunt a woman long after she had left them. Men who mistook fear for power, who thrived on control.Men who didn’t know when to stay buried in the past.But he knew now.I stood in the doorway of Sarah’s hospital room, watching the slow, steady rise and fall of her chest. She was asleep, curled up under the blanket, one hand resting near her face. Even in sleep, there was a slight crease between her brows, like the tension of the day hadn’t fully left her.I exhaled quietly and stepped inside.The chair beside her bed was still warm from when I had sat there earlier, waiting for her to fall asleep. I sank into it once more, running a hand through my hair.I had handled it.But the truth was, I still wasn’t sure what disturbed me more—the fact that
Sarah’s POVHome.The word should have felt comforting. But as I lay in my bed, staring at the familiar ceiling, unease curled around my ribs.I didn't know how long it had been since I'd been staring at the ceiling but I was sure hours had passed.I had dreamed about this moment for weeks—about leaving the hospital, about stepping back into my own space, about finally being free from the suffocating sterility of that room.And yet, now that I was here, I felt anything but free.The sheets smelled the same—fresh linen with the faintest hint of my perfume. The mattress molded against me just as it always had. Everything was the same.But I wasn’t.I shifted under the covers, the soft fabric brushing against the bandages still covering parts of my skin. My body was healing, but the bruises that weren’t visible? Those would take longer.I turned my head slightly, glancing toward the doorway. Adrian had left only a few minutes ago after making sure I was settled. His presence had been ste
Three Years Later(Sarah's POV)The late afternoon sun bathed the backyard in a golden glow, the air humming with the lazy buzz of summer.Laughter floated through the open doors of the house—the high, sweet giggle of a toddler, the low rumble of a man who had found his peace, the musical chatter of a little girl who had grown into her role as big sister like she was born for it.I leaned against the porch railing, a glass of lemonade in my hand, watching my family.Our family.Adrian was down on the grass, his hair a little longer than when we first met, his white T-shirt grass-stained and wrinkled.He didn’t care.He only cared about the tiny whirlwind currently chasing him in uneven circles, her curly brown hair tied up in two messy pigtails, her squeals of delight loud enough to make the birds scatter."Catch Daddy, Eliana!" Nora shouted from her perch on the swing set."I’m trying!" Eliana cried back, her little legs pumping furiously, her chubby hands reaching for Adrian with th
Sarah’s POV(Final Chapter)The day our baby was born didn’t start with fireworks.It started with rain.Soft, misty rain that painted the windows in silvery patterns and made everything feel quiet. Holy, almost. Like even the world itself was holding its breath.I woke up around four in the morning with a dull ache low in my back. Nothing urgent, nothing dramatic—just a slow, steady tightening that made me blink up at the ceiling and wonder if this was it.Adrian was dead asleep beside me, one hand resting lightly on my belly as he had every night for the past few months.I lay there for a while, listening to the rain, to the sound of his breathing, to the tiny thump of our baby’s heartbeat inside me.Alive.Strong.A miracle.Eventually, I shifted, and Adrian stirred immediately, like he could sense something even in sleep."Sarah?" he rasped, his voice thick with sleep."I think…" I hesitated, pressing my hand to my stomach as another tightening wave rolled through me. "I think it’
Sarah’s POVSeven months laterI should have said something earlier.I should have told Adrian that the cramps were getting worse. That the dizzy spells weren’t going away. That I felt...off in a way I couldn’t explain.But I didn’t want to worry him.He already did so much, already hovered over me with this mixture of awe and terror like I was the most precious thing in the world.So I smiled. I reassured him. I told myself it was normal.Until it wasn’t.Until I was standing in the kitchen one afternoon, laughing at something Nora said, and the world tilted dangerously.Until I felt a sharp pain—low and deep—and the next thing I knew, I was crumpling to the floor, gasping for air."Mommy?" Nora's tiny voice was the last thing I heard before everything blurred.*When I came to, I was lying on the couch, Adrian’s hands cupping my face, his voice sharp with panic."Sarah, sweetheart, stay with me, okay? I’m calling an ambulance—""No," I croaked, grabbing his wrist weakly. "Just...hos
Adrian’s POVSaturday evening came faster than I expected.Our house smelled like roasted chicken, fresh bread, and something sweet Sarah had been tinkering with all afternoon. She insisted on doing most of it herself, humming as she moved around the kitchen, a hand occasionally drifting to her still-flat stomach without even realizing it.I couldn't stop watching her.There was a new glow to her, yes—but it was deeper than that. It was peace. Wholeness. Like she was finally standing on steady ground again.At five-thirty sharp, the doorbell rang.I beat her to it.Emily stood there, holding Lily with one hand, Alex gripping her other hand, and a diaper bag hanging off her shoulder like a badge of honor."Hey, Uncle A!" Alex grinned up at me, missing one of his front teeth."Hey, bud," I said, ruffling his hair.Lily repeated the same thing, allowing me scoop her up. "You’re my favorite now," Emily teased, slipping inside. "Saved me from my pack mule life."Sarah appeared from the ki
Sarah’s POVThe morning sun stretched wide over the city as I pulled into the parking lot of The Haven.I sat for a moment, hand brushing lightly across my still-flat stomach. No real bump yet, but the knowledge of the life growing inside me made every breath feel a little deeper. A little more sacred.The Haven had become more than just a project. It was a refuge—for the women we took in, and honestly, for me too.When I pushed open the front doors, I was hit immediately by the smell of coffee and the soft hum of laughter coming from the kitchen."Morning, Mrs. Blackwood!" Dana called from across the common room, her blonde hair a messy halo around her head.I smiled warmly. "Good morning, Dana. And please, it’s just Sarah."She grinned and returned to helping another girl sort through a box of donated clothes.There were almost ten women — and a baby — living here now. Ten beautiful, messy, complicated lives. And the house showed it: sneakers tossed by the door, mugs abandoned on th
Adrian’s POVIt was strange, walking through the halls of the Blackwood estate again—this time with peace in my chest, and my family by my side.Nora clutched my hand tightly, her Birthday Queen sash still proudly slung across her shoulder. She was buzzing with excitement, peppering me with questions about what Grandpa Richard had planned for her special dinner.“Do you think he’ll have chocolate cake again?” she asked. “The one with the crunchy layers?”“I’m sure he will,” I said, glancing down at her. “You’re the birthday girl. You call the shots.”She grinned and swung our hands as we walked. Behind us, Sarah moved with careful grace, her free hand resting gently on her still-flat stomach.I slowed my pace to match hers and looked over my shoulder. She met my eyes and gave me a soft, reassuring smile.“You okay?” I mouthed.She nodded, but I could feel her tension. Not just because of the dinner, but because of who’d be at the table.Anne.She’d made no real attempt to hide her dis
Sarah’s POVI couldn’t sleep that night.After the last dish had been washed, after the projector had been turned off and all the guests had either gone home or been tucked in their beds, and after Adrian kissed my temple and whispered goodnight, I lay in the dark, listening to the soft rise and fall of Nora’s breathing through the baby monitor.Seven.She was seven.I wrapped my arms around myself as I stood by the window, the moonlight casting gentle shadows across the floor. It didn’t feel like seven years had passed since I first held her in that sterile hospital room—small, fragile, barely able to cry. They had whisked her away before I could even memorize her face, and I remembered lying there, feeling both the wonder of motherhood and the paralyzing fear that I might lose her.She’d been sick—so sick. The doctors had whispered words I didn’t understand at first. Words like congenital defect, pediatric surgery, and long-term treatment. I was only teenager myself. Alone. No mone
Adrian’s POVA month had passed since we returned from the honeymoon, and things had finally begun to feel grounded.The board had adjusted to my chairmanship—some reluctantly, some surprisingly quickly. The scandals, the sabotage, the endless battles for control… it all felt like a distant storm we’d sailed through. Blackwood Enterprises wasn’t just stable again—it was thriving. We’d launched two new initiatives in the last quarter, and investor confidence was the highest it had been in years.But all of that faded into the background today.Because today was bigger than any boardroom victory.Today, Nora turned seven.It hit me differently this year. Maybe because she was really mine now—not just in name or responsibility, but in the way her face lit up when she saw me, in the way she called me “Daddy” with a kind of trust that broke me in the best way. Or maybe it was because this was the first birthday I got to experience and plan with Sarah—as her husband.I left work early—somet
Sarah’s POVThe morning after the wedding was soft and golden.Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the cottage we’d stayed in for the night—just a few minutes from the venue. The air was still, except for the occasional chirp of a bird outside and the faint rustle of trees in the wind. I lay there for a moment, eyes closed, Adrian’s arm draped over my waist, our breaths in sync.Married. For real, this time.I was someone’s wife. His wife.The word settled gently over me, not heavy or intimidating, but warm—like being wrapped in a favorite blanket.Adrian stirred beside me. “You’re awake.”I smiled, eyes still closed. “So are you.”“Barely.” His voice was husky, sleep-worn. “But you’re smiling, so I think I’m doing alright as a husband so far.”I laughed softly. “You’re doing amazing.”We stayed like that for a few more moments before he finally sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. “You ready to sneak away with me?”“Honeymoon sneak-away?” I teased, stretching. “Yes, please