Nicholas’s POV
What’s at stake. I hated those words. As if Charlie’s life were some kind of chessboard, and he was just a pawn between invisible, powerful hands.I narrowed my eyes. “What’s really going on? Who is Hazel? And who is her family?”Andrian looked at me, more seriously now than ever. His face no longer wore a polite smile. “Hazel’s family belongs to one of the old conglomerates in Eastern Europe—people who don’t like to appear in public. But trust me, their influence is far greater than you can imagine. And now, that family knows about Charlie’s existence.”For a moment, the world seemed to stop turning.“Charlie isn’t just Sabrina and Hazel’s child,” Andrian continued. “He is a legitimate heir. And if that family desires, they can take him. Legally. Not because Sabrina is unfit—but because blood like his cannot be denied in court, not with enough documentation and influence.”I pushed my chair back and stood up. “Do youSabrina’s POV My eyes burned hearing his name spoken like that. I turned my head for a moment, hiding the tears that nearly fell. His name—one I had silently held inside for so long—now sounded so real in a conversation I had kept to myself all this time.“I still remember the first time I held him,” I said quietly, still gazing out the window. “Charlie... he was so small. But when I looked into his eyes, I knew he wasn’t just Hazel’s. He was a part of you, too.”Nicholas was silent, his face tightening slightly. But there was no regret in his expression, only wounds carefully concealed behind composed restraint.“I was never angry at you for not knowing,” I continued, this time looking into his eyes. “But I was scared. Scared that if you found out, you’d leave. Or worse—you’d try to take him.”Nicholas’s expression softened. “Sabrina, I would never take Charlie away from you. Or from Hazel. He’s our child—and he deserves to grow up knowing t
Sabrina’s POV My steps were a little hesitant as I entered the restaurant Nicholas had mentioned in his text message earlier this morning. The place was quiet, with sunlight streaming through the large glass windows on one side, casting soft shadows between the wooden tables and cream-colored cushioned chairs. I quickly smoothed my hair before my eyes caught sight of Nicholas, already seated in the corner of the room, at a table near the window. He looked calm, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his face turned toward the window, staring out at something I couldn’t see.I took a deep breath before walking toward him.“Sorry I’m late,” I said softly, bowing my head slightly as I took the seat across from him. “You must be busy. I should’ve come earlier.”Nicholas turned to me and gave a warm smile, one that eased my burden just a little.“It’s okay, Sabrina. I came early on purpose. Wanted some time to think before we talk,”
Sabrina’s POV I looked up at the family photo on the shelf.Nicholas, Charlie, and me at the playground.Charlie’s smile in that picture was so bright.That was the day we made kites and laughed until our stomachs hurt. The day I felt like the best parent in the world.My fingers touched the frame gently.“Are you happy, sweetheart?” I whispered. “Have I made you happy enough all this time?”My voice was barely audible, as if I was trying to hide the doubt from myself.But inside, that question echoed so loud.I looked again at the photo, Charlie’s little hand gripping mine, Nicholas’s carefree laugh, and me… I looked so whole, as if nothing could break us apart.But now, everything feels fragile. Tears welled up in my eyes. Not because I’m weak, but because I love too deeply.I slowly sat down on the floor, hugging the photo like I was embracing a memory that was starting to drift away.“Mommy’s not
Sabrina’s POV So finally, I just typed. [Alright. I’ll go to sleep. Take care, and don’t worry about us.]My fingers hesitated before pressing send, but then I did. I put the phone on the nightstand and stared up at the dark ceiling.But it wasn’t that easy to push everything out of my mind. His words from earlier still echoed. Not just about custody.Those words pierced my heart with all the possibilities I didn’t want to think about. Not because I was afraid. Not because I didn’t trust Nicholas. But because I knew—something was shifting.Nicholas... he’d always been there for me.Always the shoulder I leaned on, the hand that held mine when I was close to giving up.He wasn’t just my partner. He was a father figure to Charlie.The one Charlie ran to when he fell off his bike or wanted to show off his newest drawing from school.But now... that short message felt like the beginning of a wall, quietly
Sabrina’s POV After lunch, Charlie went back to his playroom, and I cleaned up the dishes. Children’s TV sounds played softly from the living room, Charlie’s laughter blending in with his favorite cartoon characters. I dried my hands and walked into the living room, sitting on the sofa with my phone in hand.I opened the gallery, scrolling through photos of Charlie and me at the park, of Nicholas carrying him at his fifth birthday, his first photo in his kindergarten uniform. As I scrolled, suddenly a photo of Hazel appeared. I hadn’t realized I still had it. It was taken just a few days ago—Charlie hugging her at the playground.Hazel’s face in that photo was full of emotion, and Charlie’s gaze… I couldn’t deny it. That look was so sincere. I felt a warm tightness in my chest. Was it guilt? Jealousy? I didn’t know. Maybe all of it.Was I being selfish for not wanting to share him with Hazel?Was I too insistent on being the only ‘mother’ in
Sabrina’s POV I hurriedly fixed my hair in front of the living room mirror, occasionally glancing at the wall clock. It was almost time to pick up Charlie from school. I let out a deep sigh, trying to calm the anxiety that had been lingering since morning. Maybe it was because I hadn’t slept well last night. Or maybe, for some reason, the air today just felt heavy.I opened my bag, making sure I had everything—water bottle, wet wipes, even Charlie’s favorite small toy that sometimes cheered him up when he wasn’t in a good mood. A small smile formed on my lips as I pictured his face, and as always, there was a sense of relief imagining holding him in my arms again today.But just as I reached for the car keys on the table, my phone chimed. A notification. A message from Nicholas.I frowned.[I’ve spoken to the lawyer. We need to talk tonight, just the two of us.]My heart began to race. My hand instinctively gripped the phone tighter,