Mag-log inEthan's POVThe boardroom felt colder than usual that Monday morning, or maybe it was just my own nerves making it feel that way, every seat around the long table filled, my father conspicuously absent, still recovering under doctor's orders, Penelope seated near the head of the table in his place with the calm, satisfied posture of a woman who believed she'd already won.Damian sat beside her, arms crossed, the same calculating smile from the auction still lingering at the edges of his expression."Let's begin," the board chair said, glancing around the table. "Given Robert's continued absence, we're here to discuss interim leadership arrangements, as outlined in the bylaws.""I'd like to propose," Penelope said smoothly, before anyone else could speak, "that given recent... distractions, the board consider a temporary restructuring. Shared oversight, perhaps, between myself and Ethan, until Robert's fully recovered.""Shared oversight," I repeated flatly. "You want a seat at the tab
Sophia's POVDamian crossed the room before I'd even had the chance to set down my paddle, his expression carefully arranged into something pleasant, though nothing about his eyes matched the smile stretched across his face."Well played," he said, stopping in front of our table. "I didn't expect you to actually bid on your own house.""I didn't expect you to auction it off without our permission," I said evenly. "Funny how that works out."His smile widened slightly, though it didn't reach any warmer. "Consider it a gift. Now you get an official weekend there, receipts and all. Very generous of me, really.""Damian." Ethan's voice was low, controlled, though I could feel the tension radiating off him beside me. "You need to leave.""I'm allowed to attend a charity event, cousin. This isn't your board room." He glanced at me again, something calculating behind the pleasant mask. "Though I have to say, Sophia, I'm impressed. Most women in your position would have let their husband hand
Sophia's POVRobert was stable by the time we left the hospital that night, awake enough to complain about the food within hours, which Ethan assured me was actually a very good sign given how much his father enjoyed complaining under ordinary circumstances. Still, the board vote Damian had threatened loomed over the following week like a storm neither of us could quite see the edges of yet, and when Ethan's assistant called about a charity auction scheduled for that Friday, something in his expression shifted immediately into careful, calculated focus."Half the board will be there," he explained, straightening his cufflinks in the mirror while I zipped up the back of a deep blue gown Della had helped me pick out that afternoon. "It's the first real chance to be seen in public since that photo made the rounds. I need us both there. Visible. Composed.""The opposite of dancing in a kitchen with flour on your face.""Exactly the opposite."I studied his reflection beside mine, some of
Ethan's POVThe waiting room smelled the same as every hospital waiting room I'd ever sat in, sharp antiseptic layered over something more human underneath, worry and coffee and too many hours spent staring at the same closed door.Sophia sat beside me, her hand wrapped firmly around mine, steady in a way that had become the only thing keeping me from pacing a groove into the floor. A doctor had come out twenty minutes earlier with careful, measured words, a minor cardiac event, stable for now, more tests required before anyone could say anything with certainty, and the vague reassurance had done almost nothing to settle the tight, anxious knot sitting in my chest."He's strong," Sophia said quietly. "Whatever else he is, he's clearly stubborn enough to survive most things out of pure spite.""That's not exactly comforting.""It's the most comforting thing I've got right now."I managed a small, tired laugh despite myself, grateful for her presence beside me in a way I didn't have ade
Sophia's POVEthan had started calling me that lately. My girl. It slipped out sometimes without him seeming to notice, tucked into ordinary sentences the way other people said someone's name, and every time it happened something warm caught low in my chest, still not quite used to it after everything."My girl's getting big," he said that morning, watching me struggle slightly to reach a mug on the top shelf, my growing stomach making the stretch considerably harder than it used to be."I'm not that big yet.""You're carrying two entire people. I'd say you've earned some bigness.""That's a very generous way of calling me huge.""I would never call you huge. I said big. There's a difference." He crossed the kitchen and reached the mug down for me easily, pressing a kiss to my forehead in the same motion. "My girl deserves coffee without an obstacle course."I laughed, accepting the mug, and settled onto one of the counter stools while he moved around the kitchen finishing breakfast,
Sophia's POV"I have never actually taken you to a movie," Ethan said one evening, looking almost personally offended by the realization. "We went straight from contract to wedding to twins. We skipped an entire category of normal dating.""We're a little past the dating phase.""That doesn't mean we can't catch up on what we missed." He was already pulling up a theater schedule on his phone, scrolling with the same determined focus he brought to most of his recent projects. "There's a showing at seven. Nothing fancy. Just a regular theater, regular popcorn, regular overpriced soda.""You say regular like it's a foreign concept.""For me, lately, it kind of is."I laughed, though something warm settled in my chest at the idea, simple as it was, and by six-thirty we were walking into an ordinary multiplex a few blocks from the penthouse, the kind with sticky floors and flickering marquee lights and a concession stand line long enough that Ethan visibly struggled with the patience requi







