Aaron
Each passing day, I felt more tormented by the madness I had entangled myself in by agreeing to use Rebecca to produce the much-desired Baumann heir. It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything else, even the work at the helm of one of Baumann Industries’ companies. Rebecca occupied my thoughts to the point of disrupting my productivity alarmingly.
A few days after my last encounter with Rebecca, I was at the office and decided there was no point in staying there when I couldn’t concentrate. Her image wouldn’t leave my mind, and I was determined to seek some relief in Paolla’s arms. It had been far too long since we had been together, and I convinced myself that this was why I couldn’t stop thinking about Rebecca. I chose to completely ignore the fact that I hadn’t felt any desire for my wife in weeks.
AntonSunday dinner at the Baumann mansion had always been part of my life. But that night, everything felt different as I watched Pietra from across the table, her laughter blending with Anneliese’s as the two of them whispered secrets that even made Rebecca blush.It was hard to believe we were sitting there, in the very room where everything had fallen apart months ago. And yet, now, every glance, every touch between us felt like a new beginning."Anton, pass the wine to your grandmother," my grandfather’s deep voice pulled me from my reverie.I handed the bottle of Bordeaux to Berenice, who smiled at me with that gentle sweetness only she possessed. "Thank you, dear. It’s so nice to see everyone gathered like this." Her eyes misted slightly as they landed on Pietra. "And with such happy news..."Pietra lowered her gaze to her glass, but the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. My hand found hers beneath the table, our fingers intertwining naturally."Axel sent a message today,
RebeccaI’d been avoiding Leonel Baumann since arriving at the estate. Some part of me wasn’t ready to face the family patriarch, not after everything that had happened between Aaron and me, not with the legends surrounding the formidable man making my pulse spike. But tonight, my usual excuse of needing rest wouldn’t work. Aaron had been insistent yet patient, coaxing me with that quiet determination of his until I agreed to join the family’s traditional Sunday dinner.As we descended the grand staircase, my fingers laced tightly with Aaron’s, even the warmth of his hand couldn’t calm my racing heart. With each step, my anxiety mounted like I was marching toward a battlefield where every glance, every word, would be scrutinized.At the final step, Aaron stopped abruptly, turning me to face him. His palms cradled my cheeks, his gaze intense."Your hands are freezing," he murmured, thumbs brushing my skin.I attempted a smile. "I’ll be fine. Promise."Aaron tilted his head, seeing stra
KimberlyThe first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was the emptiness beside me. The space where Axel should have been was vacant, only the impression of his body on the mattress proving he had slept there. A tightness in my chest reminded me of last night—his nightmares, the name he shouted in the dark, the distance that grew between us afterward. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes as I tried to sort through the chaos in my head. Morning sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, bathing the room in a golden glow that seemed to mock the storm inside me. What am I doing here? Axel had pul
AxelThe night had been long. Kimberly came back to bed, but she slept, turned away from me, distant, her back like a wall between us. And me? I stayed awake, tangled in the sheets, hunted by memories I didn’t want to carry anymore. In the kitchen, I found Fred already sitting there, a coffee mug in hand. He glanced up as I walked in, one brow raised in that silent, judgmental way he mastered so well. “Looks like someone slept about as well as a cat on a wet rooftop,” he muttered, sarcastic as ever. I ignored the tone and cut straight to the point. “No.”
KimberlyAfter dinner, I collapsed onto the bed with a long sigh, like I could leave the weight of the world tangled in the sheets. I still didn’t know how to process everything that had happened at the end of the day. The reporters. The flashes. The yelling. Not even the warmth in Axel’s eyes when he found me had been enough to fully shake the tension from my body. Or maybe... I was just lying to myself.As if my thoughts had summoned him, there was a soft knock on the door before Axel walked in. Barefoot, sleeves rolled up, his shirt slightly wrinkled—the perfect picture of elegant chaos. “You feeling any better?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.I nodded vaguely, avoiding his eyes. He knew this was the kind of thing that would gnaw at me for days. “Tomorrow, it’s going to be everywhere, Kimberly. Every site. Every headline. There’s no erasing it. But...” His voice grew firmer as he raked a hand through his hair. “There is a way to control it. And that’s where what I wan
KimberlyAnother long day. Ever since what happened in Charles’s office, he’d decided to wear his most convincing mask—the polite, focused boss. Soft smiles, dry instructions, professional distance. To anyone watching from the outside, everything seemed perfectly normal. And maybe that’s exactly why it felt so suffocating. Charles, with his fake politeness and a smile sharp as a knife, never missed the chance to make comments about “how the pregnancy seemed to be wearing me out.” Every word was a jab, disguised as concern.“You should consider taking your leave earlier, Kimberly,” he said, his fingers tapping lightly on the table during our afternoon meeting. “Stress isn’t good for the... baby.” The way he said baby made my stomach turn. “I’m perfectly capable of doing my job, Charles,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “But I appreciate the… concern.” He smiled, but his icy blue eyes didn’t soften. “Of course. I just don’t want you to regret certain choices.” The message wa