ログインPOV: VinicioFury and fear crashed through me like a storm I could not control. Teresa was free. The woman who had nearly destroyed everything I loved was walking the streets again and already reaching for my son. I stood outside Thomas's hospital room with Laurabeth at my side. Her presence grounded me even as my blood boiled. Ten years of grief and now this. I would not let Teresa near him."Alex," I said into the phone my voice tight with rage. "Get our lawyers on this immediately. File every injunction possible. Teresa does not get within a mile of this hospital or my son. I want a restraining order by morning."Alex's voice came back steady but urgent. "Already on it boss. The team is mobilizing. They say the appeal was a technicality but we can challenge the release on public safety grounds. How is Thomas holding up?"I glanced through the window. Thomas slept peacefully for now. Laurabeth stood close enough that I could feel her warmth. "He is stable but fragile. We cannot risk
POV: VinicioI stood in the hallway with my heart pounding against my ribs. The name had already slipped out once and now it hung between us like a live wire. Laurabeth. My wife. The woman I had mourned for ten long years. She stood there in her white coat with her eyes wide but steady. I searched her face for any sign of denial but found none."Laurabeth," I said again my voice low and rough. "It is you. Tell me the truth. Right now."She glanced down the hallway as if checking for listeners. Her hands clenched at her sides. "Vinicio not here. Not where Thomas can hear us. Please."I stepped closer until only inches separated us. "I have waited ten years for answers. You left our son on my doorstep like a package. You let me believe you were dead. I buried ashes that were not yours. How? Why?"Her eyes filled with pain but she did not look away. "I had to disappear. Teresa was coming for us. The fire was the only way to break free. Felicia helped me. We faked the deaths to protect Tho
POV: VinicioI stood frozen in the conference room after the word left my mouth. Laura. It came out so naturally that for one terrifying second the years collapsed. Dr. Voss stared at me with wide eyes. Her professional mask cracked just enough for me to see the storm underneath. I blamed exhaustion. That was what I told myself. The long nights worrying about Thomas combined with the strange pull I felt toward this doctor had finally worn me down.I cleared my throat and stepped back. "I apologize Dr. Voss. I am exhausted. My mind is playing tricks. You remind me of someone from my past. The slip was unforgivable."She recovered quickly but her voice stayed careful. "It is fine Mr. Rossini. Emotions run high in situations like this. About my request to become Thomas's primary doctor. Do I have your approval?"I nodded slowly. "You do. For now. Thomas trusts you and that matters more than hospital politics. But I want daily updates. No decisions without my direct input.""Daily updates.
POV: LaurabethI could not shake the image of that bruise from my mind. The handprint on Thomas's upper arm stared back at me from the tablet screen as I sat in the quiet doctors' lounge. It was fresh. The edges were still slightly swollen with that angry red-purple color that spoke of real force. No child could make a mark like that. No accidental fall could match the spread of those fingers. Someone had grabbed my son hard enough to leave evidence. And I knew in my bones who it was.I started typing my notes immediately. Every detail mattered. Date. Time. Size of the bruise. Location. Thomas's own hesitant words about Vanessa holding him too tightly. I attached the photos I had taken during the last exam and saved the file under a secure case number. No one would dismiss this. Not while I was his doctor.Sarah walked into the lounge a few minutes later carrying two cups of coffee. She set one down in front of me and sat across the table. "You look like you have not slept in days Dr.
POV: LaurabethI stood at the sink for a long moment after Vanessa left the room. Her words still hung in the air like a threat wrapped in silk. Stay away from my family. For Thomas's sake. The way she had touched my arm felt like a brand. I dried my hands slowly and forced my breathing to steady. I was not here as a ghost anymore. I was Dr. Elena Voss. I was the surgeon who would save my son's heart. And right now that meant pushing everything else aside.I stepped back toward Thomas's bed. He looked up at me with those sharp hazel eyes that reminded me so much of Vinicio. "Dr. Voss. You okay? You look like you saw something scary."I managed a small smile and sat on the edge of the chair beside him. "I am fine, Thomas. Just thinking about your test results. How are you feeling right now? Any pain in your chest?"He shrugged but winced a little. "It is not too bad today. The medicine helps. Dad says you are the best doctor he has ever met. He does not say that about many people."Bef
POV: VanessaI felt the shift the moment I stepped onto the pediatric cardiac floor. The air was too still, too charged, like the calm before a storm that had been building for years. My heels clicked against the polished linoleum, each step measured and confident, the way I had trained myself to move through Vinicio’s world. I adjusted the silk scarf at my throat, letting the soft fabric brush my skin like a reminder of who I had become—the woman who stayed. The one who held the pieces together when everything else shattered.Vinicio’s text had been curt: *Thomas stable. New specialist. Come if you want.* Of course I came. I always did. Four years of carefully placed smiles, late-night conversations, and quiet endurance had woven me into the fabric of his life. I wasn’t a ghost. I was flesh and blood, warm and present, the one who made the estate feel like a home instead of a tomb.But something was wrong. I sensed it before I even saw him—Vinicio standing in the hallway outside Room
VINICIO POV“Are you alright?” I finally broke the tension immediately we got to the car. I knew how to handle boardrooms and blood-feuds, and a part of me wanted to simply crush whatever was eating her up so I could have my wife back to her normal self.“Yes-”“No. You’re not coming out of this ca
VINICIO POVI knew striking a deal with this delicate young girl was a bad idea but she was fiery, as expected, as her father warned me two years back, in a party at her house, I guess she doesn’t recognize me. However, I was out of time and options; I needed to be able to access my inheritance and
LAURABETHThe moment he shut the door with his foot, he dropped me like frilled lace onto the bed; carefully, as though I were fragile. My thoughts were interrupted by the beige coloration of the room. It made the dim light from the window reflect effortlessly against a large portrait of Vinicio ha
ELARA“Do you take Vinicio Teo Rossini as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health?”I stared wordlessly at the priest, lost in thought. How did I get here?I felt my heart burst in pain when I found our belongings piled outside the doorpost; my mother clinging t







