LOGINIsla, freshly divorced from her husband Logan Barrett, is eager to start a family of her own. She meets up with Ethan Prescott, a devastatingly handsome bachelor who offered to donate his sperm, but Isla doesn’t realize that her beautiful sperm donor is actually a friend of her ex and a successful CEO who’s known to shun all matters of the heart. Not long after the divorce, Logan also comes crawling back, begging for another chance to be together. Faced with this perplexing dilemma, what will be Isla's ultimate choice?
View MoreIsla’s POV“Perhaps it’s those assumptions that keep us at a distance when, in reality, we might have more in common than we think.”I met his gaze, feeling a strange familiarity as if this wasn’t Mr. Shaw, the untouchable billionaire, but someone else entirely. The thought tugged at me, the hovering suspicion I’d tried to ignore resurfacing. As we continued the drive, I noticed that Mr. Shaw seemed unusually attentive, going out of his way to make sure I was comfortable. When the car pulled up in front of a charming, upscale restaurant, my eyebrows shot up in surprise. I knew this place was nearly impossible to book on short notice, yet here we were.“Uh, why are we stopping here?” I asked, glancing up at the restaurant's soft, inviting lights. “Well, you must be hungry,” he said casually. “I certainly am.”“But…” My voice trailed off, and I felt like there was no point arguing with him. Besides, I was very curious about him. I need to know if it’s really possible that he’s… Befor
Isla’s POVAfter a busy first hour, I settled into my office, sipping on my morning coffee and attempting to focus on my tasks. My mind kept wandering back to the car ride with Mr. Shaw. There was something about him that felt really familiar, and no matter how many times I brushed it off, the feeling persisted.After a few minutes of distraction, I decided I couldn’t let it go. I rummaged through my drawer, pulling out a newspaper I’d kept from a few months ago with an article about Mr. Shaw. There, in crisp black-and-white, was a photo of him, his profile half-obscured, his expression as serious and enigmatic as ever. Next, I dug out the side-profile photo of Ethan from the donor profile Zoey had given me—one of the few clear photos I had of him.Placing the two images side by side, I squinted, comparing the sharp jawlines, the shape of their brows, the angle of their noses. It’s uncanny, I thought, feeling my heartbeat quicken. But I didn’t trust my own eyes, not with my face blind
Ethan’s POVIsla started murmuring in her sleep, her brow furrowed, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. I leaned closer, concern tightening in my chest as I heard the fear in her voice. She sounded so distressed, as if she were trapped in some nightmare she couldn’t escape from. Gently, I brushed a hand along her arm, hoping to ease her mind.But then, she whispered a name—a name I’d hoped I’d never hear from her again.“Logan,” she murmured, her voice filled with desperation.Jealousy twisted inside me, sharp and unexpected. I knew she had a history with him, but hearing her call out for her ex-husband… it stung. Still, I couldn’t blame her. Whatever she’d been through left scars that were hard to heal. And if Logan was a part of her subconscious, still lurking in her dreams, then maybe those wounds hadn’t closed as tightly as I’d thought.She finally settled, her breathing slowing as she drifted into a calmer sleep. I stayed by her side, letting her rest, my hand lingering o
Isla’s POVWhen we reached an empty examination room, he helped me settle onto the bed, moving with a precision and gentleness that surprised me.“Thank you,” I said, still feeling flustered. “Really, you didn’t have to go out of your way…”He did not answer, but simply motioned to a nearby nurse. She willingly came and attended to me, assessing my ankle and setting me up for a quick examination. Mr. Shaw stood nearby, his presence solid, a quiet pillar of strength. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, feeling an odd sense of gratitude mixed with… something else. Curiosity, perhaps. Intrigue. There was a familiarity in his presence, one that I couldn’t quite understand, but it pulled at me all the same.After the nurse finished treating my ankle and wrapped it securely, I gathered my things, preparing to leave. But Mr. Shaw didn’t let me hobble off alone. Before I could protest, he led me to his car waiting outside. I settled into the backseat beside him, trying to maintain a s












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