LOGINThird Person POVThe aftermath of everything that had happened lingered like a shadow that refused to fully disappear. Even after Julia’s arrest, even after the hospital, even after the statements and the police reports, there was still a quiet unease that followed Lauren and Andre everywhere they went. Not fear exactly, but caution. A new awareness that peace, for them, had to be chosen intentionally. So they made a decision. A simple one on paper. But a life-changing one in reality. They would leave. Not permanently, not in panic—but long enough for the world to settle, for Lauren to breathe without looking over her shoulder, and for the baby to arrive somewhere that felt untouched by chaos. New Zealand. A place far enough to feel like a reset. A place familiar to the mother and baby.
Lauren’s POV The night still felt too perfect to end. Even after dinner, even after the confession, even after everything that had been said between us, I didn’t want it to be over. I wanted to stay in that moment a little longer. by the water, under the soft golden lights, with Dre’s hand still in mine and his thumb lazily tracing slow circles over my skin like he was memorizing me. But my body had other plans. The pregnancy fatigue hit me in waves now. Not sudden, not alarming—just a slow, heavy exhaustion that crept into my bones and reminded me that I was carrying life and that my body was doing more work than I could ever consciously feel. I leaned slightly into Dre as we sat, watching the water, and he noticed immediately. “You’re tired,” he said gently. I nodded, resting my head briefly against his shoulder. “A little.” “
LAUREN’S POV A week later, and for the first time in what feels like forever, life has finally settled into something soft and steady. Not the kind of quiet that makes you anxious, waiting for the next disaster to strike, but the kind that wraps around you gently and lets you breathe without fear. I wake up every morning without that tight knot in my chest, without the constant anticipation that something is about to go wrong, and that alone feels like a luxury I didn’t realize I had been deprived of for so long. Physically, I am so much better now. The pain from the fall is completely gone, replaced by a slight heaviness that comes naturally with pregnancy. I can move around without wincing, sleep without constantly adjusting to find a comfortable position, and most importantly, I no longer feel fragile because of the pain. But I felt all these things because my due date was nearing. Emotionally, I feel st
ANDRE’S POV The moment Lauren fell asleep, I knew I couldn’t stay. Not yet. Not with everything still unresolved. I stood there for a while though… just watching her. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the way her hand rested protectively over her stomach even in sleep, the faint crease between her brows that hadn’t completely disappeared. She looked peaceful. But fragile. And it did something violent to my chest. I reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair away from her face, my fingers lingering just a second too long. “I’ll be back,” I said quietly, even though she couldn’t hear me. Then I turned. And left. The drive to the mansion was quiet. Too quiet. No music. No calls. Just the low hum of the engine and the storm building in my head. B
LAUREN’S POV The ride back from the hospital felt different from the one that brought us there. This time, there were no sirens, no panic, no desperate prayers whispered under shaky breaths. Just quiet. A heavy, careful kind of quiet that wrapped around us like something fragile. I sat in the passenger seat, slightly reclined, one hand resting on my belly while the other stayed loosely on my lap, and every few seconds—without fail—Dre would glance at me. Not casually. Not absentmindedly. But intentionally. Like he needed to see me to believe I was okay. “Are you comfortable?” he asked again, his voice softer than I had ever heard it. I turned my head slightly to look at him, a small smile tugging at my lips despite everything. “Dre… you’ve asked me that five times already.” “And I’ll ask five more,” he replied without missing a beat, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. I didn’t argue. Because I understood. ⸻ By the time we got to the penthou
Andre POV Not long after, my mom returned with food. Lauren hadn’t eaten since morning. And it was already evening. That alone made my chest tighten again. Her mother sat beside her, carefully feeding her as if she were fragile glass. And Lauren let her. Too tired to protest. Too drained to do anything but accept it. “I swear, that girl…” her mom muttered angrily through tears. “I will kill her with my bare hands.” “Same here,” my mom added from the side, her tone dangerously calm. Lauren gave a weak, tired smile. “Mums… no murder plans, please… not today,” she murmured. Even now. Even after everything. She was still trying to lighten the room. And it broke me even more. Because I didn’t deserve her. Not even a little. She kept glancing at me. Over and over again. Small, quiet looks. And every single time our eyes met, I felt it. That pull. That connection. That thing between us that refused to die no matter how much we had been through.
Lauren I woke up early this morning starving and headed straight to the kitchen to make breakfast. Quickly whipped up something and gosh I’ve missed cooking. It’s been a two weeks since I got here and I feel like today is the first time I’m seeing this house. Well…. more like living here. I’m u
It’s past 7pm, I had a great day at work. We had an official meeting to discuss business, rebranding, styles and other important things for the growth of Lauren Luxe. It was a very fulfilling day. “Alright, good night guys. Great work today.” I say to my staffs as I walk out of th
Lauren POVI stir in bed, slowly waking up. Feeling restricted by a soft but hard surface, I realize that I’m in bed with my husband. My husband. I smile at the thought of that. Still with my eyes close, memories of last night runs through my mind, I blush and snuggle closer to him, breathing in
Trigger warning: Mature content aheadLauren povDinner was…… awkward Probably for just me. We both ate in disturbing silence. I mean, what else was there to even say? Not after that very unnecessary, inappropriate re







