LOGINQUINNSix weeks later.I used to fear silence. For years, silence meant something bad was coming.Another betrayal.Another loss.Another fight.But this morning, silence felt different. It felt like peace.The bright morning sunlight spilled across the room. I watched her chest rise and fall beneath the blanket. Every few seconds, she made a sound in her sleep.Sometimes I still catch myself staring at her. Just staring. As if I expected to wake up and discover she had only been a dream.After everything that happened, the losses, the fear, the blood, the heartbreak. After all, there was an end. I wondered how this beautiful soul survived the dark phases with me.A small yawn escaped her. I smiled. Motherhood was both exhausting and wonderful. Sometimes it demanded staying up all night. I was still learning. Still adjusting and making mistakes.“Quinn!”Joe’s voice rolled through the house.I rolled my eyes. There he was. The most overprotective uncle in human history. I heard of post
JASPER“We have a complication.”The doctor’s words sucked every ounce of air from the room.One second, the room was loud with instructions and movement. The next, everything seemed distant and muted. My heartbeat became the only sound I could hear.Everything happened so fast, and before I could realize it, nurses rushed forward. Another doctor, then another. People started speaking in medical terms I couldn’t understand.My heart pounded violently.“What complication?”The question came out rough. No one answered me. My gaze fell on Quinn, biting the sheets and wincing at the pain. It was only then that I wished I could give birth to the child on her behalf.I couldn’t stand watching her in tears on that bed. Her face had gone pale. I had seen Quinn face killers, courtrooms, betrayals and impossible odds.But nothing terrified me more than seeing fear in her eyes now. Because this time there was no enemy to fight. No one to blame. Just fate standing between her and our child.I ha
QUINNI cried to bed last night. Not tears of pain, heartbreak or bitterness. But tears of healing and redemption.Seeing all those who were once against me on their knees was so overwhelming. One of the things I never prepared for in months.Waking up this morning, I lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. No nightmare woke me from sleep. No fear sat on my chest. No anxiety waited for me to open my eyes.Just peace. A beautiful feeling.Slowly, I placed my hand over my stomach, and my son kicked. I wondered what he would look like. The scan had revealed his gender. Me or Jasper? He kicked again, as if listening to my silent conversation.I smiled. For years, every morning had been about survival. Today was different. For the first time in a very long time, I was thinking about tomorrow.The nursery door stood across the hallway. I found myself standing there a few minutes later. Looking, dreaming and imagining. A crib sat against the wall. Tiny clothes filled the drawers.A rocking ch
JOEI woke up to the smell of something burning. Immediately, I sat upright.“What the hell?”I rushed downstairs and then to the kitchen. It was messy. Smoke drifted from the frying pan.Quinn stood in the middle of it with a spatula in one hand and a look of pure confusion on her face. I stared. She stared back.“Good morning.”I looked at the pan.“Please tell me you are not trying to cook?”Her laugh filled the kitchen.“I can cook; what do you mean?” she teased. “I actually fell asleep on the couch while the stew boiled.”“What?”We both laughed. Then I gently took the spatula from her hand.“Move. I will handle it from here.”“No, you will not.”I held her hand, playfully firm. “Come and leave. You don’t want to fall asleep beside the cooker.”The argument continued for another minute before Wilson came in. Our father. He took one look at the kitchen. Then immediately turned around.“Nope.”I burst out laughing. Quinn threw a dish towel at him.Breakfast ended up becoming one of
JASPERI sat outside the ICU and watched people walk past.Hours had passed since my father’s collapse. Yet, I remained exactly where I had been. The hard plastic chair dug into my back. My abdomen sill hurt from the wound. My head hurt more.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Quinn. My father struggling for breath. Then Quinn again.I thought the truth would bring clarity. Instead, it brought war. The father I admired was a lie. The father I loved was real. Somehow, both men existed in the same body.I hated him.I loved him.I wanted justice.I still wanted another chance for him.The contradictions were tearing me apart.A doctor finally approached.“Mr. Finn?”I stood immediately. “How is he, doctor?” I asked, shaking.It was then that I realized that no matter how ugly a monkey was, he was still loved by his parents. No matter how vile I thought my father was, I still wanted him to survive.“He is awake.”I exhaled.“He asked for you.”The doctor didn’t mention recovery or improv
MORRISON"The Attorney-General has agreed."I exhaled. Weeks of pressure and pulling strings I swore I would never pull again had all come down to this."It's done?"“Yes.”A pause.“The remaining corruption charges are being withdrawn.”I ended the call and walked close to the office window and stared out. Jasper Finn was free.Hopefully, this decision doesn’t backfire. I had thought of it for days. After finding out Quinn went to visit him in the infirmary and kept it a secret, I knew I had to do it just this once for her happiness.Not because Jasper deserved favours or happiness. But because Quinn deserved peace.“Lies.”Another part of me responded immediately.It wasn’t entirely about Quinn’s peace. It was about me being in her good books. Standing a chance in her heart. Doing it just to please her.Love was a strange disease. It survived rejection, humiliation and common sense. Mine certainly had. This same Quinn rejected me. Yet, I still stood beside her.A sudden thought ente
QUINNThe room didn’t just fall silent; it tightened. Like something invisible had wrapped its fingers around my throat, waiting to see who would break first.Jasper had not left, Morrison hadn’t moved. And somehow, I was the battlefield.I leaned back on the hospital bed, my hand slightly on my ab
QUINNThe gates of the Finn estates closed behind me heavily for the last time.I kept walking away. One step, then another. But my mind remained trapped inside that living room with Jasper’s voice still cutting through me.“Get rid of it.”The words echoed endlessly through my skull.There had been
QUINN“Joe,” I whispered, “what do you mean?”My grip tightened around the phone. People brushed past me outside the courthouse, voices carried by the cold wind, but suddenly I couldn’t hear any of it.Joe hesitated. “Yes, Seraphina is pregnant.”When the words dropped again, my body went completely
QUINNMorning didn’t feel like morning.My eyes reopened before I remembered closing them. For a few seconds, I just stared at the ceiling,By law, my marriage was already over. But my body still hadn't caught up to the loss of it.My fingers brushed the empty side of the bed, expecting to feel Jasp







