LOGINAnna's POV I stood frozen in the hospital corridor, my mind still reeling from Mary Simpson's venomous words. The phone trembled in my hand—Marcus still hadn't answered my video call. Each unanswered ring drove another shard of ice deeper into my heart. Suddenly, Rachel's panicked voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. "Ms. Shaw, your water broke!" I looked down in confusion. A clear liquid was pooling around my feet, soaking through my expensive maternity dress. My body had made the decision while my mind was paralyzed with fear. Rachel shoved Clayton's shoulder, her voice sharp with urgency. "What are you standing there for? Go get the doctor now!" Clayton snapped out of his shock and sprinted down the corridor, his footsteps echoing against the sterile walls. The surreal quality of the moment made everything seem distant, as if I were watching someone else's life unfold. The elevator doors slid open, and Mom rushed out, her face creased with worry. She spotted the
Anna's POV I stared at Marcus's latest message on my phone: "Okay." Just that. One word where normally he'd send paragraphs, asking about my comfort, the twins movements, or detailed instructions for my medical team. The brevity felt wrong, like a jarring note in our carefully established rhythm of communication. I'd sent him my latest prenatal results just an hour ago. His initial response had been slightly more forthcoming: "Looks like the babies are getting impatient. I'm wrapping up my work here and will be back soon." When I'd responded with reassurance that he should focus on work, this strange, abbreviated "Okay" arrived. _Something's not right._ Massaging my aching temples, I set the phone aside. The swelling in my legs had worsened over the past few days. making walking increasingly difficult. The doctors had also noted my occasional breathing difficulties, recommending supplemental oxygen to ensure the twins weren't deprived. Yet that single word bothered me
His eyes darkened dangerously. I should have recognized the warning, but years of resentment had made me reckless. The slap came without warning, the crack of his palm against my cheek echoing in our bedroom. My head snapped sideways, shock momentarily paralyzing me. "You struck me?" I whispered, raising trembling fingers to my burning skin. In these years of marriage, through countless arguments and disappointments, he had never once raised a hand to me. George's lips curved into a cruel smile. "What now? Going to run crying to daddy Murphy? Don't bother. They've got bigger problems than you right now." Something in his tone sent ice through my veins. "What are you talking about?" He watched me with predatory satisfaction. "Marcus is dead. That news will reach the Murphy family soon enough. Let's see if your father, who always favored everyone over you, can withstand this blow." "What did you say?" The room spun around me, gravity suddenly unreliable. "Marcus is... de
Anna's POV I traced idle patterns on my swollen belly, smiling as one of the twins responded with a forceful kick against my palm. This silent conversation had become our daily ritual, these precious moments of connection before they entered the world. "Marcus, today can you do a video call? I want to show you my belly-the babies seem more active than ever," I asked softly, hoping to finally see his face after days of just hearing his voice. "Not convenient right now. I'm in a meeting. Later, alright?" His voice sounded tired but still carried that warmth reserved only for me. I swallowed my disappointment, forcing brightness into my voice. 'Sure... you go ahead with your work. Take care of yourself." As I hung up, a sigh escaped my lips while something cold and uneasy slithered through my chest. The past week had followed the same pattern—Marcus answering calls but never available for video. It wasn't like him, but I kept my concerns locked away, unwilling to voice them
Anna's POV The pristine array of baby items spread across the Shaw Estate's sun-drenched terrace made my heart swell with anticipation. I carefully folded a cashmere onesie-ridiculously expensive for something that would inevitably be covered in spit-up and added it to the meticulously organized pile. I smiled, snapping another photo of the miniature leather shoes Elizabeth had insisted were "absolutely necessary" despite my protests that newborns don't exactly need footwear. I sent the picture to Marcus, watching as the "delivered" notification appeared beneath it. That made five unanswered messages today. "He's probably tied up in meetings," Elizabeth offered, noticing my furrowed brow. "The time difference makes communication difficult." I nodded, swallowing the irrational worry rising like bile in my throat. Marcus always replied promptly about anything related to the twins. Always. --- By midnight, the unease had crystallized into something sharper. I lay in be
Lucy's POV Jack's body went rigid beneath me, his eyes turning to ice as recognition dawned. "Get off me." His voice sliced through the dim room, devoid of any warmth. I didn't move. Something about the vulnerability in his face-even as he rejected me-made me bold. He'd been drinking himself into oblivion over Anna Shaw again. The thought made my chest ache. "Jack, please," I whispered, my fingers trembling as they reached for his face. "Let me be here for you. I can help you forget her." He recoiled from my touch as if burned, pushing himself up against the headboard. "I said get off." The coldness in his tone cut deeper than any shouted insult could have. My heart hammered against my ribs, desperation rising like floodwater. Anna Shaw had everything-money, status, a thriving company, Marcus Murphy's protection, and even Jack's undying devotion. What did I have? Nothing but the feelings threatening to burst from my chest. "She doesn't love you," I said, my voice
Anna's POV "Taking you to lunch," he replied simply, his voice matter-of-fact as though carrying me was the most natural thing in the world. I opened my mouth to protest but found myself speechless. The shock of Logan's betrayal still reverberated through me, leaving a hollowness that made even
Jack's POV "Mr. Simpson, that security guard was taken away." My face darkened as my heart skipped a beat. "Taken away? By whom?" I demanded, feeling my fingers instinctively curl into fists. This was about Anna's fall-every lead mattered. I couldn't afford to lose any thread of information.
Anna's POV "Anna, you really don't know why?" Logan asked, his voice eerily calm despite just having confessed to attempted murder. I kept my face expressionless, though my heart hammered against my ribcage like a trapped bird. "I know it's not Samuel. He had no reason to harm me when we were a
Anna's POV The whispers rippled through Paisley's birthday party like a stone thrown into still water, stirring up the surface calm of champagne flutes and polite conversation. "Did you hear? They've broken ground next to the Shaw historical building in Skylake District." My ears perked up in







