Annie POV The air in Director Adkins’ office was heavy, as if every word coming out of his mouth carried an extra weight, designed to crush me. I was seated in the uncomfortable wooden chair, hands clasped in my lap, trying to maintain my composure as he stared at me over his glasses, the papers fr
He shook his head, his eyes glistening with tears he was clearly fighting to hold back. “I did that because I love you, Lindsay. Because I’d do anything for you. I was ready to take on the world for you, to build a family with you, even knowing this baby wasn’t mine. But now... how do I move forward
Lindsay POV The sound of the door closing behind Gideon brought a momentary relief, but also a wave of exhaustion that seemed to swallow me whole. I stood there for a moment, staring at the door, as if I could erase the last few minutes from my mind with sheer willpower. My head was throbbing, my
Lindsay POV “Look at us. Sitting here as if we’re just having tea and a normal conversation,” Gideon said, a cynical smile playing on his lips. He had insisted so much on staying that I found myself with no choice but to let him into my house so we could talk about the issue at hand like adults. T
"I’m the lucky one,” he replied, leaning in to kiss me softly. The kiss was sweet, full of promises, and for a moment, I managed to lose myself in it, setting aside the doubts Max had planted. But even as we exchanged caresses, my thoughts wandered. Max’s words kept haunting me: “You know Gideon’s
Lindsay POV The night was calm, the kind of calm that felt like a gift after a day so full of emotions. I had spent the afternoon telling my friends, during a lively brunch, that Matt and I were getting married. Their reactions were a mix of joyful screams, tight hugs, and tears — especially from M
Lindsay sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I’m not rushing. I’ve thought this through. Matt loves me, and I care about him. I’m building a future for my family. Gideon… he’s my past. Let it go.” I wanted to argue, to shake her until she admitted the truth, but the look in her eyes stopped me. She was
Max POV The brunch at Lindsay’s place was one of those affairs that felt like a performance—everyone smiling, clinking glasses, pretending the world wasn’t a mess. I sat at the long table in her airy dining room, the kind of place that screamed tasteful wealth with its white walls and curated art
Annie POV I nearly fell over when I saw Peter calling me. My mom, who was watching me from the corner of her eye, clearly knowing something she shouldn’t, as always, asked who it was. “It’s just Summer, Mom,” I replied reluctantly, standing up and heading to the balcony. I loved my mom, but she ha