LOGINSebastian's POVThe morning sun poured through the wide windows of our mansion, glinting off the polished floors and casting soft golden light across the living room. I stood at the balcony, coffee in hand, watching the world wake slowly below us. The city buzzed faintly in the distance, but up here, in this house, the only sounds were laughter, tiny footsteps, and the occasional squeal of our children.Two years had passed since that incredible night at the hospital. Two years of twins, chaos, love, and discovery. And yet, somehow, it had all fallen into a rhythm — a beautiful, ordinary rhythm I never thought I’d experience.Our sons, now two and a half, were bursting with energy, and their personalities shone brighter than the morning sun. One was bold, always testing limits, climbing, running, trying to assert his tiny independence. The other was calmer but clever, already solving little problems I didn’t know a toddler could understand. Together, they were a handful, but a joyous
Elizabeth’s POVWhen Sebastian rushed through the door, his face was pale with worry. His eyes searched the room until they found me standing by the window, holding a soft smile I couldn’t hide.He stopped halfway, his breath catching. “Elizabeth,” he said, voice low and tense. “What happened? Are you hurt? I…”I shook my head quickly and took a step toward him. “No, no. Nothing’s wrong.”His brows drew together. “Then why did you text me like that?”I smiled wider, placing a hand on my stomach. “Because I needed to tell you something important. Something I couldn’t say over the phone.”For a second, he looked confused — then his eyes followed my hand, and everything around us seemed to still.“I’m pregnant,” I said softly. “Five months already.”The silence that followed was thick, but it wasn’t empty. It was full — full of shock, of realization, of something deep and beautiful blooming between us.He blinked once, twice, then exhaled shakily. “Five… months?”I nodded, laughing a lit
Sebastian’s POVThe morning air was calm. Too calm, almost. I could hear nothing but the soft chirping of birds outside and the hum of the city far in the distance. No tension, no calls from the board, no threats waiting to destroy what Elizabeth and I had built. Just peace.I stood by the window of our new home, the mansion we had chosen together, and watched the sunlight spread slowly over the white walls. The place was still half empty, filled with open boxes, rolled-up carpets, and the smell of fresh paint. But even with all that, it already felt like ours. It felt like home.May had signed the divorce papers from prison last week. I had seen the copy myself, the final signature at the bottom, bold and resigned. A strange calm had come over me when I saw it. No victory, no bitterness — just relief. The fight was finally over. The woman who once ruled my life with manipulation and cruelty could no longer touch me or the woman I loved.For years, I had believed I could fix her. Mayb
Elizabeth’s POVThe sun shone brighter than I remembered that morning, as if the world itself knew that some things had finally changed. Graduation day had come, and I felt a strange mixture of pride, relief, and exhaustion. Every step toward the stage was heavier than it should have been, weighed down not by schoolwork, but by everything that had happened in the last months.I smoothed my gown over my shoulders and took a deep breath. Around me, classmates chatted, laughed, and tossed their caps into the air. But my eyes were searching for one person.Sebastian.He stood at the edge of the hall, tall and calm, a proud smile on his face. The years of chaos, fear, and betrayal seemed to melt away when I saw him. My heart swelled. He had been my anchor, my protector, and my constant, even when everything else tried to break me.As I walked across the stage, shaking hands and receiving my certificate, I felt the weight of the past lift slightly. This ceremony was more than a celebration
Elizabeth’s POVThe phone was pressed against my ear, cold and hard, as if it could somehow transmit the weight of the world into my bones. My hands were still tied, my mouth gagged, and my heart thudded in panic.The voice on the other end made my chest tighten. My mother.“Elizabeth,” she said, her tone sharp, accusing. “Why do you make everything so difficult? Why can’t you just… be easier for me?”I froze. The words pierced me more than any whip ever could. I wanted to scream, to beg her to see me, to understand that I had never asked for this life, for her hate.“I… I’ve never wanted to hurt you,” I said, my voice muffled, trembling with tears. “I just… I just want you to care, to love me. Is that too much?”There was a pause on the line. My heart leapt. Maybe, just maybe, she would soften. Maybe she would finally see me as her daughter, not as a problem to blame.Then the coldness returned. “Care for you?” she said, her voice sharp, cutting. “You’ve caused me nothing but shame a
Sebastian’s POVThe moment my phone buzzed, I knew something was wrong. My heart tightened in my chest. I picked it up, only to see a message from an unknown number.I opened it.The video played automatically.Elizabeth.Tied, gagged, tears streaming down her face. Whips landing across her back. Her cries are muffled, raw, desperate. The camera never showed the people attacking her. Only her fear. Only her pain.I felt my chest constrict. Rage, helplessness, and panic collided inside me. I almost dropped the phone. My hands shook.“NO!” I shouted, slamming my fist on the table. My knuckles hit hard. Pain shot through them, but I didn’t care. The sound echoed in the empty house.I pressed play again. Her eyes, wide and terrified, stared into the camera. My heart shattered. How had this happened? How had I failed her?The video ended, but the image of her crying stayed burned into my mind. I ran my fingers through my hair, pacing. The floor beneath me felt unreal, like I was moving thr







