LOGINMy phone buzzed again, and this time I didn’t need to look to know it was her. There was a certain timing to these things. A way the past crept back in right when everything else was already falling apart. Still, I reached for it. Unknown number. I opened the message. It’s Mom. We need to talk. I stared at it longer than I should have, like the words might rearrange themselves into something easier to deal with if I gave them enough time. Mom. Which made it worse. Because if it had been anyone else, I could have ignored it without thinking twice. I could have blocked the number, moved on, kept my focus exactly where it needed to be. But my mother had always had a way of getting under my skin without even trying. Of making everything feel heavier than it already was. I locked my phone and set it down beside me. No response. Not tonight. I had already asked my husband for a divorce. Already made it clear I wasn’t changing my mind. Already dealt with Sophia reminding me ex
Lara Jean called at four thirty PM. I was in Jessica’s bathroom throwing up for the third time that day when my phone rang. Jessica answered it for me. “It’s Lara Jean,” she called through the door. “She says it’s urgent.” I rinsed my mouth, wiped my face, and took the phone. “What happened?” “The lawsuit’s been dropped.” I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. “What?” “Sophia’s lawyer just called me. They’re withdrawing everything. No settlement, no charges, no psychiatric evaluation. It’s completely dropped.” “Why?” “She wouldn’t say exactly. Just that her client decided not to pursue legal action at this time.” I should have felt relieved. Should have felt grateful. Should have felt anything other than the heavy, creeping suspicion settling deep in my bones. “At this time,” I repeated slowly. “Meaning she could change her mind.” “Technically yes, but Eve, the deadline passed. They can’t just file again whenever they want. There are limits, procedures.” “So what does t
I called Sophia's lawyer Monday morning, I didn't tell Sophia I was doing it, neither did I ask for permission. I just called. Amanda answered on the second ring. "Mr. Sterling. I wasn't expecting to hear from you." "I need to talk to you about the case against my wife." "I'm afraid I can't discuss that with you. You're not my client and there would be a conflict of interest..." "I'm not asking you to discuss it. I'm asking you to drop it." Silence. "Mr. Sterling, that's not my decision to make. My client has made it clear she wants to proceed..." "Your client is living in my home. Relying on my financial support. If I ask her to drop the case, she'll drop it." "That sounds like coercion..." "It's not coercion. It's me making a request of someone who's staying in my apartment. She can say no. But I'm asking." "Why are you asking?" "Because Eve is my wife. And I don't want her facing criminal charges over one mistake." "Your wife assaulted a pregnant woman..." "My wife sl
EVE'S POV Monday morning I woke up to my phone ringing. I answered, still groggy. "Hello?" "Eve, we have a problem." I sat up. "What kind of problem?" "Sophia's lawyer called me an hour ago. They're rejecting our counter-offer and they want an answer on their original settlement terms by end of day today. If we don't agree, they're filing charges tomorrow morning." "Tomorrow? I thought we had until next week..." "They moved up the timeline. My guess is they want to force your hand before you have time to build a proper defense." I got out of bed, paced Jessica's small bedroom. "What are the terms again?" "Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, public apology, no-contact agreement, and they're back to requiring the psychiatric evaluation." "They dropped that before..." "And now they're reinstating it. This is a pressure tactic, Eve. They're trying to scare you into settling." "It's working." "I know this is hard but we need to make a decision today. Either we accept thei
Seven days passed.Seven days of living at Jessica's, sleeping in her spare room, pretending I was fine when I was falling apart. Seven days of Damon calling, texting, leaving voicemails I didn't listen to.Seven days of trying to figure out how to survive what came next.The morning sickness had started.It was terrible, bad enough that I had to be careful about what I ate and when. Jessica noticed but didn't say anything, just kept crackers by my bed and ginger tea in the kitchen.I'd been avoiding the doctor.Trying to avoid making it real by seeing medical professionals, hearing the heartbeat, all of it.But on day seven, Jessica finally put her foot down."You need to see a doctor," she said Saturday morning. "You collapsed once already. You need to make sure the baby's okay.""I'm fine...""You're not fine. You're stressed, you're barely eating, you're going through a divorce. That's not fine. That's high-risk pregnancy territory.""I don't have a regular OB yet...""So we'll f
DAMON'S POV Eve walked out and I stood in the hallway like an idiot, staring at the closed door. She'd asked for a divorce. Actually said the words. Meant them. I could still see the look on her face when she'd walked into Sophia's room. The shock, the hurt, the betrayal. Like I'd stabbed her. "Damon?" Sophia's voice behind me. "Are you okay?" I turned around slowly. She was standing in the hallway, arms wrapped around herself, looking concerned and fragile. The same woman who'd just told my wife that I'd given up on her. "What the hell was that?" I asked. Sophia blinked. "What?" "What you said to Eve. About me giving up on her. About being just the wife. What the hell was that?" "I was defending myself..." "You told her she was just the wife. You told her I'd already given up on her. You made it sound like she meant nothing." "She was attacking me..." "So you decided to destroy my marriage completely?" My voice was getting louder. "You stood there and told my wife t
Day three of living with Sophia and I was already considering murder.She'd been perfect, of course. Sweet and apologetic and staying mostly in her wing like she'd promised.Which made it worse somehow, because I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.It dropped on Wednesday morning.I came into t
She could... she could stay just until the test happens and we know for sure. That way she has support but we're not...it wouldn't be..." He trailed off but the damage was done. "You want her to move in," I said, my voice hollow. "Just temporarily, just until..."
The day Sophia moved in, I woke up with a knot in my stomach that wouldn't go away.Damon was already awake, staring at the ceiling."You don't have to be here when she arrives," he said quietly. "You could go to work, come back later...""No, this is my home. I'm not hiding.""I didn't mean...""I
The call came from Damon's mother three days after Sophia sent the medical records.Catherine Sterling's voice was cold and clipped when Damon put her on speaker."We need to have a family meeting," she said. "This situation with Sophia and the baby needs to be addressed properly.""There's nothing







