LOGINLAUREN'S POV It’s been two days now since Ethan and Sophia got arrested, and everything around me has been completely chaotic, especially the news. I thought I’d had a bit of fame before, that people recognized my name here and there, but now? After what happened two days ago, I’m pretty sure half the city knows who I am. My name, Ethan’s, and Romans were plastered all over every news outlet, TV, blogs, social media, you name it. Everywhere I turned, I saw our faces and heard the reporters talking about the case like it was some movie drama. Today was Ethan and Sophia’s court sitting, and I’d been restless since morning. I wanted to hear their sentences before I went back to my own place. Yes, I was still staying at Roman’s mansion. As much as I wanted to leave, I couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling I had ever since that smirk he gave me before the police took him away. That expression, it wasn’t something I could forget easily. It carried a kind of quiet confidence that made me d
LAUREN'S POV Tears were already streaming down my cheeks before I even realized it. My entire body trembled as I watched Ethan aim the gun at my daughter. My little girl. My heart pounded so hard it hurt, my throat burned, and my knees felt weak beneath me. I wanted to scream, to run toward her, to do something, but I couldn’t. There was nothing I could do, not when he had that gun pointed straight at Aria’s back. “Please…” I whispered, my voice breaking as I tried to move, but the fear kept me frozen in place. Every breath I took felt sharp, like tiny knives stabbing through my chest. My eyes darted to my side, desperate for help, for anyone and I searched for Roman. He was right there beside me just seconds ago, standing still and alert, watching Ethan’s every move. But now, he was gone. My heart skipped a beat. Where was he? Then I looked back at Ethan, confusion filling my chest. Just as his finger tightened around the trigger, a sudden blur of motion caught my eyes. Roman. He
LAUREN'S POV“Back up has arrived, Ethan. Your wife Sophia has been arrested as we speak, so have all your men. There’s nowhere for you to go, just let her go, man.” The inspector’s voice cut through the backyard like an order. More uniformed officers poured into the yard now, rifles slung, boots thudding against the patio. Heads bent over radios, commands barked and acknowledgments returned. For a breath the scene looked like something from a film precision, authority only it wasn’t a film. It was my daughter's life on the line.Ethan didn’t flinch. He looked almost… relieved, in a way that made bile rise in my throat. “I’ve already made my mind up,” he said calmly, as if reading a prepared speech. “There’s no way I’m escaping this since the moment you guys burst into here. But even if I go to jail, I’ll go knowing the bitch that ruined my life is in pain and sorrow.”“Please, rethink this,” I begged, my voice thin and shaking. “This won’t give you the satisfaction you think it will.
LAUREN'S POV I looked down at her, watching the pain etch across her face as she lay on the floor. The way she winced was small, almost pathetic after the force I’d used to flip her. She had asked for it; she’d confessed and smiled about Elena’s death like it was a prize won. The thought of breaking her hand had been a raw kind of justice that pulsed through me — short, hot, and precise. But then I saw the boy. His eyes were fixed on me, huge and wet now, and he stared as if I were some kind of monster. He didn’t understand. He was too young to grasp how much damage hate could cause, too young to know the history between us. All he could see was his mother, his whole world and I could already imagine the story he would tell himself: the stranger who hurt mummy, the woman who came and scared us. That image dug into me harder than any pain Sophia could have felt. I let out a small sigh and unclenched my hands. I eased her wrist away from my grip. I couldn’t make this little boy watch
LAUREN'S POV My eyes snapped up to Sophia’s face. No. Not this time. Not after everything. The memory of Elena’s empty room, the hollow stillness that followed, still haunted me, but it no longer had the power to crush me the way it once did. I cared too much now, too many people depended on me. Tessa believed in me. Roman stood by me. And Aria… Aria’s tiny hands wrapped around my finger in the dark had become the reason I dragged myself up every morning. I would not let that love be wasted tearing me down. “You should have just stayed out of the country,” Sophia spat, the words like acid, “because now that you’ve come back here, I’m going to send you to see Elena one last time forever. And after that, your boyfriend and your daughter will join you.” Her threat should have sent me back into the darkness and should have seeded that old, paralysing grief but instead something else swelled in me: a hard, hot ember of defiance. Tears that had been gathering in the corners of my eyes dr
LAUREN'S POV I froze, my back hitting the kitchen counter as I took a small step backward. My gaze fell on the stick she was holding, it's wooden edge glistening faintly under the weak light that seeped through the cracked kitchen window. I could see it clearly now… the stick was smeared with dark, half-dried blood. My stomach turned. That wasn’t paint. That was real. Maybe from one of the officers who had stormed in moments ago? My eyes drifted back up to her face, and for a moment, I wished I hadn’t looked. Sophia’s expression was a picture of pure hatred, her lips pulled tight, her pupils small and sharp like a predator’s. The venom in her stare made the room feel smaller, suffocating. There was no doubt she wasn’t here to congratulate me for finding her or to talk things out. She was here for something else, something darker. “You,” she said, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. Her grip on the stick tightened, her knuckles whitening. “This is your fault,” she h







