LOGINChapter 5: Irrevocable Changes
"I don't want nap time," Soren declared, crossing his arms defiantly as he glared at me but it was more of a pout.
After a morning at the park and a subdued lunch, the boys were overtired and emotional, it was a dangerous combination that normally showed an incoming meltdown.
"Just a short rest," I coaxed, smoothing back his dark hair as I looked at him. "You were up very early, and you had such big feelings today."
"Because you're leaving," he accused, his lower lip wobbling already as I felt my chest tighten seeing this look on his face.
My heart twisted as I nodded my head slowly . There was no need to deny it or try to come up with a lie just to make them feel better for now.
"I know, sweetheart. And it's okay to be sad and angry about that."
Lake was already drowsing, curled around his favorite stuffed elephant. Troy was fighting sleep but losing the battle, his eyes drooping as he clutched my hand.
"Will you still be here when we wake up?" Soren asked, his voice small.
I hesitated. I'd planned to leave while they slept, to spare us all the pain of a final goodbye.
But looking into his eyes—so like his father's—I couldn't bring myself to lie.
"I'll be here," I promised softly.
He nodded, satisfied, and finally closed his eyes. I sat with them until their breathing deepened and evened out, then quietly slipped from the room.
In my room, I finished packing, moving through the motion making sure to take what was important to me.
The divorce papers sat on my nightstand, signed and processed. By sunset, I would be legally free of Xenois Kingston..
I was zipping my suitcase when I heard a commotion downstairs, it consisted of raised voices and heavy footsteps.
Frowning, I moved to the top of the stairs just as Dmitri ran through the front door, his massive frame tensed up with fear and a bit of urgency, his eyes darting around apparently looking for someone.
"Xenois is on his way to the airport." I called out as he raised his head and saw me.
"Mrs. Kingston," he said immediately. "You need to come. Now."
I stiffened feeling fear course through my body. Dmitri wasn't one to joke around which meant that whatever had happened, it was pretty big.
"What happened?"
"It's the boss." Dmitri's normal expression was grim this time around. "There's been an accident."
The world felt like it had shifted under my feet. "Xenois? Is he—"
"He's alive," Dmitri assured me quickly. "But in surgery. The car was hit on the way to Kingston Industries."
"He wasn't going to the airport?" I asked, confused at this.
"He changed plans last minute. Said he had paperwork to sign before meeting Miss Hale."
Dmitri glanced at my suitcase. "I didn't know you were leaving today too."
"I—yes." I struggled to process the information. "The boys are napping. I can't leave them."
"Bring them," Dmitri insisted. "The boss... he asked for you. Before they took him in."
There was something in his voice that made me make up my mind as I nodded my head.. "Let me wake them."
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Saint Catherine's Hospital smelled of two things and that was antiseptic and despair.
I held onto the boys' hands as we followed Dmitri through white corridors, their earlier drowsiness forgotten in the tense atmosphere.
"Is Daddy hurt bad?" Lake whispered, his eyes wide with fear as he looked at me.
"The doctors are taking good care of him," I assured him, though my own heart was racing with fear as I had no idea what to expect. Dmitri has not filled me in and I was a bit scared to ask especially with the children with me.
In the private waiting room, Victor Romano stood with two of his men, their expressions as serious as they spotted me. At first I saw the protective stance they took before Victor Romano nodded to me in recognition.
"Mrs. Kingston. The surgeon came out about ten minutes ago. Said he's stable."
I felt relief pursuing through my body as I took a deep breath and exhaled. "What happened?"
"The delivery truck ran a light. Hit the driver's side." Romano's eyes narrowed in anger as he spat out. "Convenient timing."
Before I could ask what he meant by that and the look he was giving me, a doctor in blue scrubs approached.
"Mrs. Kingston? Your husband is awake and asking for you. His injuries were minor—a concussion, some lacerations, bruised ribs. He was lucky."
"Can the children see him?" I asked.
The doctor hesitated, looking down at them as they batted their baby blues at him.
It was a losing battle. "Briefly. He's still quite disoriented from the anesthesia."
I knelt before the boys as they looked at me.
"Daddy's going to look a little scary, with bandages and machines. But he's okay. We need to be very gentle, alright?"
They nodded solemnly, their earlier anger toward their father apparently forgotten in the face of a new crisis.
"Is daddy going to be angry that you are still here?" Troy asked looking at me as I brushed his hair gently.
"I like to think that he would be happy that we are here. Then we will figure out what to do next okay." I said smiling at him as I got upright and turned to Victor who was watching me.
"Does anyone know about the accident?" I asked him as he gave a firm shake of the head.
"I can't guarantee that..hopefully the news media has no idea whose accident it was but I doubt things will remain quiet for very long. I'll leave you now to see your husband." He said gesturing to the guards who were standing in front of the door as they stepped aside.
The look Victor Romano gave me chilled me to the bone although I pretended not to be affected as I pushed the door open and the kids and I entered inside, the door closing behind us sealing our fate.
Chaper 147CELESTE"And if the child is yours?"The question sat between us. I hadn't planned to ask it so directly but once it was out I didn't take it back, because I needed to know. Not just for myself but because there were already three boys in the media room down the hall who would be affected by the answer.Xenois turned to look at me fully. His eyes were tired and in pain and completely clear."If a child is mine," he said, "I will be responsible for that child. That's not something I'm willing to walk away from." A pause. "But that doesn't change anything about us. About what we are. About what I want.""You might not feel that way when your memories are fully back.""I might not," he agreed, and I appreciated that he didn't offer easy reassurance. "I've been thinking about that a lot, actually. About what it would mean to fully remember, whether the person who remembers everything would still be the person sitting here now." He looked down at his hands. "I don't know the ans
Chapter 146CELESTEThere was a quality to the silence that followed that I didn't have a name for."You trained," Xenois said, and it wasn't quite a question."Alina insisted.""I'm going to say something very inadequate, given everything," he said, his voice low and slightly rough. "And I know it doesn't cover what you went through today. But Celeste—""Don't thank me," I said. "They're my children."He was quiet for a moment. Then: "They're ours."Something about the way he said it, the particular steadiness of it, broke through whatever emotional containment I'd been maintaining for the past three hours. I felt my eyes sting and blinked hard, refusing to cry in the driveway while Dmitri watched from twenty feet away."The boys want to see you," I said instead, pulling back slightly. "Troy has been holding himself together by pure force of will for two hours and he's going to need to see for himself that you're intact.""Then let's go in," he said.---**Chapter 147**The reunion w
Chapter 145CELESTE"Yes," I said immediately. "Sloane told me they found him and he's on his way home.""He was kidnapped," Troy said. Not a question."He was in a dangerous situation and he got out of it," I said carefully. "He's injured but he's going to be fine.""Because Dad is really hard to kill," Lake offered from across the room, with the particular deadpan delivery of a child who'd processed something genuinely terrifying and converted it into a manageable narrative.Sloane made a sound that might have been suppressed laughter."Your father is very capable," I agreed, which felt like the most honest version of the truth available.Soren lifted his head from where he'd been burrowed against my side. His eyes were red and his hair was sticking up in four different directions and he looked very small and very young, and I tightened my arm around him until he squeaked slightly."Sorry," I said. "Sorry, baby.""You can squeeze me," he said, with great magnanimity. "I don't mind."
Chapter 144CELESTEThe paramedics wanted to check me over, which I resisted until one of them pointed out that I had blood on my left hand that wasn't mine and a laceration on my forearm I hadn't even noticed taking. Adrenaline was a remarkable thing. It turned out a piece of shattered picture frame had caught me somewhere during the chaos, leaving a shallow but angry cut that needed cleaning and closure strips.I let them treat it while keeping one arm wrapped around Soren, who had decided he wasn't letting go of me under any circumstances and whom I had no intention of arguing with.Troy sat beside me on the couch with his knees pulled to his chest, watching everything with those too-old eyes of his. Lake had attached himself to Jason, who to his credit was handling it with the steady patience of someone used to managing frightened people in aftermath situations.The house was still full of people—tactical officers, paramedics, someone taking photographs of every bullet hole and bl
Chapter 143CELESTEAnd three minutes until help arrived.I heard footsteps behind me—they were closing in, coordinating a sweep that would eventually corner me.I needed a better position. Somewhere I could make a stand, somewhere I could hold out for three more minutes.The wine cellar.It was accessed through the kitchen, down a narrow staircase. Only one way in or out, which was usually a tactical disadvantage. But the door was solid oak, reinforced with iron bands—original to the house, built to last. And inside were racks of wine bottles that could serve as improvised weapons or obstacles.I sprinted for the kitchen, hearing shouts behind me as they spotted my movement. Bullets chased me across the tile floor.I reached the wine cellar door, yanked it open, and descended the stairs in three jumps. At the bottom, I grabbed the heaviest wine bottle I could reach and hurled it up the stairs.It shattered on the top step, creating a slippery obstacle of broken glass and spilled wine
Chapter 142CELESTEThe door exploded inward as someone kicked it. The dresser slowed them down, scraping across the floor but not fully blocking entry.A man pushed through the gap—mid-forties, professional military bearing, gun raised.I shot him.The recoil jarred my arms but my aim was true. The bullet caught him in the shoulder, spinning him around and sending his weapon clattering to the floor. He went down cursing, clutching the wound.Eight bullets left."She's armed!" someone shouted from the hallway. "Fuck, she actually shot Miller!"More gunfire erupted, this time directed at me. I dove behind the bed as bullets tore through the mattress, filling the air with feathers and fabric particles.I couldn't stay here. They had superior numbers and firepower. If I let them pin me down in this room, they'd eventually overrun my position and find the boys.I needed to draw them away. Make them chase me through the house, use my knowledge of every nook and cranny against their numbers
Chapter 118CELESTEWhat if this morning's grab wasn't his brain healing—what if it was his memory returning? What if he was starting to remember who he really was, what our marriage really was, what was supposed to have happened?"You're spiraling," Miranda observed. "I can see it. What are you no
Chapter 117CELESTE Not the pain itself, exactly, but what the pain represented. In those moments, I'd felt wanted. Desired. Like he was addicted to me, like he couldn't control himself around me. It had been the only time he'd seemed to actually see me as a person rather than a contractual obliga
Chapter 113XENOIS*Of course it's not. Dmitri's been in love with him since before I recruited them. Sloane took longer to come around, but eventually the proximity and shared danger did what it always does. They've been very careful to keep it from you—or rather, to keep it from this new version
Chapter 111XENOISThe internal commentary started the moment I left the bathroom.*You look weak,* old Xenois observed as I descended the stairs. *Shoulders slumped, exhaustion written all over your face. Everyone will see it. They'll know you're vulnerable.*I straightened my posture automaticall







