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.
Any thoughts? What do you think? Why did Xenois change direction at the last moment? Was the accident planned?
Chapter 130XENOIS The silence in my head was unsettling.I'd gotten used to old Xenois's constant commentary over the past week—the observations, the criticisms, the unwanted insights into people's body language and tactical vulnerabilities. But since the migraine three days ago, since that nosebleed that had terrified Celeste so badly she'd called for an emergency doctor visit, he'd been quiet.Completely, utterly quiet.The brain scan had come back clean. No bleeding, no swelling, no structural damage that would explain the severity of the headache. Dr. Morrison had seemed relieved, as had Dmitri and Sloane when I'd told them the results. Celeste had actually cried—quiet tears of relief that she'd tried to hide in the bathroom, but I'd heard them anyway."Just a severe migraine," Dr. Morrison had said. "Likely triggered by stress and the cognitive load of recovering memories. Keep taking the preventative medication, manage your stress levels, and call me
Chapter 129SLOANE"That's different," Dmitri said. "That was work. This is Xenois's brain potentially having complications from a traumatic injury. He can't just power through brain damage.""You think that's what this is?" I asked, my anxiety spiking. "Complications? Something they missed in the original scans?""I don't know," Dmitri admitted. "I'm not a doctor. But severe headaches and nosebleeds two months after a head injury seem like something that should be investigated thoroughly, not just dismissed as stress migraines."He was right, which didn't make me feel any better. "We should suggest that to him this afternoon. Push for a full brain scan, make sure there's nothing they're missing.""He won't want to," Dmitri predicted. "He'll say he's fine, that it was just a one-time thing, that we're all worrying over nothing.""Then we make him want to," I said. "We frame it as being smart and cautious rather than paranoid. As making sure he's healthy s
Chapter 128SLOANE I showed the message to Dmitri, who rolled his eyes. "Of course he's downplaying it."I typed back: *Nosebleeds and 9/10 pain isn't 'just a bad headache.' We're coming by later to check on you.*His response came quickly: *Not necessary. I'm medicated and resting. Focus on getting Tommy settled.**Tommy's settled and sleeping. We'll see you at 3.*There was a longer pause before his next message: *Fine. But I'm telling you, I'm fine. Celeste is already hovering enough for all of us.*I smiled at that. Good. Celeste should be hovering. Someone needed to make sure Xenois took this seriously and didn't try to push through like he had nothing wrong with him."He's trying to act like it's no big deal," I told Dmitri, showing him the exchange."Typical," Dmitri said. "He's spent so many years projecting invincibility that he doesn't know how to be vulnerable, even when his brain is literally causing him severe pain.""The old Xen
Chapter 127SLOANE "Fuck," Dmitri muttered, moving closer to the phone. "How severe are we talking?""Eight to nine out of ten on the pain scale, according to the doctor's notes. Severe enough that Mrs. Kingston called for an emergency house call. Dr. Morrison performed a neurological exam and found no immediate concerns, but he's prescribed migraine medication and wants to monitor the situation closely."I exchanged a look with Dmitri. This wasn't good. Xenois had been fine when we'd seen him yesterday—tired, stressed, clearly dealing with something internally, but physically fine."Did the doctor indicate what might have triggered it?" I asked."The notes mention that Mr. Kingston has been experiencing some memory returns from before the accident," Jordan continued. "Dr. Morrison indicated that the headache could be related to that process, or it could be an unrelated migraine. He's recommended a brain scan if the symptoms recur or worsen.""Christ," I
Chapter 126SLOANEI watched Dmitri carefully lift Tommy from the backseat of the SUV, the kid still completely knocked out despite the jostling. His phone had slipped from his good hand and was dangling by its cord, some racing game still running on the screen with a "Game Over" message flashing."Out cold," I observed, reaching to grab Tommy's bag from the trunk while Dmitri adjusted his hold on the sleeping teenager. "The painkillers they sent him home with must be strong.""Probably that combined with actual exhaustion," Dmitri replied, shifting Tommy's weight so the kid's injured shoulder wasn't compressed. "He's been putting on a brave face all week, but I know he hasn't been sleeping well at the hospital. Too many unfamiliar sounds, nurses checking on him constantly."I hit the button to close the garage door behind us, watching as the heavy steel descended with a reassuring thunk. The new house—our new house, I was still getting used to thinking of it that way—had top-of-the-l
Chapter 125CELESTEWithin minutes, his breathing had evened out and I knew he was asleep. But I didn't move from my position on the edge of the bed, still holding his hand, watching his chest rise and fall.The headache could be nothing. Just a migraine triggered by stress and lack of sleep, like Dr. Morrison had said. Or it could be related to his returning memories, his brain rewiring itself as it healed.Or it could be something worse. Something we hadn't caught yet, some complication from the original injury that was just now manifesting.I gently released his hand and stood, moving to the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. My reflection in the mirror looked haggard—dark circles under my eyes, worry lines around my mouth, the general appearance of someone barely holding it together.He'd been trying to tell me something. Something about his memories, about this morning's grab, about what it all meant. And I'd been so terrified of what he might say that part of me was almos







