LOGINElizabeth's POV As the Murphy family filed out of Anna's hospital room, I noticed Jack Simpson lingering behind. He'd been so quiet throughout the visit that his presence had been almost forgotten. Looking at him now, all the rage I felt toward Mary Simpson bubbled up again, burning through my chest like acid. "You should leave too," I said, my voice sharper than I'd ever heard it. "Annie needs rest." My feelings toward this former son-in- law were painfully complex. Jack himself wasn't evil—just a man who hadn't loved my daughter enough. But his mother? My fingers curled into fists at the mere thought of her. "I wanted to apologize on behalf of my mother," Jack said, his voice barely above a whisper. Something inside me snapped. The words erupted before I could temper them. "Your apology means nothing. Even if she knelt before us and begged forgiveness, it wouldn't matter." My voice trembled with unleashed fury. 'Tell your mother to cross the street if she sees me c
Anna's POV The bright lights of the operating room blurred above me as the anesthesia took effect. I heard the medical team's voices echoing as if from a great distance, clinical and precise. The physical sensations were strangely detached-pressure without pain, movement without feeling. "First baby coming out now," the surgeon announced. "It's a boy!" A thin cry pierced the haze of my consciousness. My son. The sound yanked me back from the edge of darkness where I'd been drifting, anchoring me to the present moment. "He's beautiful, Anna," Catherine whispered, her face appearing above mine. "Perfect. About 5.7 pounds." Before I could respond, another flurry of activity from the surgical team. "And here comes baby number two... it's a girl!" Her cry was softer than her brother's, but just as determined. I felt hot tears streaming down my temples, soaking into my hair. Catherine squeezed my hand, her own eyes glistening. 'They're both here," she said, voice thick with
Elizabeth's POV I paced the hospital corridor, each step more unsteady than the last. The harsh fluorescent lights amplified every shadow on my face as I stared at the imposing doors of the delivery room. Behind those doors, my daughter fought not just for her life, but for the lives of her unborn twins. "Mrs. Shaw?" A nurse emerged, her scrubs spattered with what I desperately hoped wasn't blood. "The twins are in breech position. We need to perform an emergency C-section immediately." My knees nearly buckled beneath me. "Then do it! Whatever it takes!" The nurse's expression darkened. "There's a complication. Ms. Shaw is extremely distressed and uncooperative. We can't proceed safely while she's in this state." Anna's agonized scream pierced through the swinging doors, sending ice through my veins. The sound was primal, raw-the cry of a wounded animal. My hand flew to my throat, which had suddenly constricted so tightly I could barely breathe. William Murphy approa
William Murphy stood there, supported by Catherine and Layla, with Phillip and Jack flanking them. The entire Murphy clan advanced toward us like an approaching storm. Mary's face turned ashen. My heart hammered against my ribs as sweat slicked my palms. I'd only called Jack —I hadn't expected him to bring the entire Murphy family. They must have already been on their way when I called. Jack's POV I stood frozen in the sterile hospital corridor, watching everything unravel before my eyes. The call from Lucy had been frantic—my mother and Elizabeth Shaw physically fighting in the hospital. But nothing prepared me for the scene we walked into. "Who did you say is dead?" Grandfather William's voice boomed down the hallway, silencing everyone instantly. My mother turned, her face a mess of smeared makeup and scratches, her perfect hair disheveled beyond recognition. She tilted her head slightly, avoiding Grandfather's burning gaze. Something about her defiant posture made my
Lucy's POV I stood frozen in the sterile hospital corridor, unable to process the scene unfolding before me. Elizabeth Shaw— the always composed southern lady— had transformed into something feral as she lunged at Mary Simpson, her manicured nails raking across Mary's perfectly made-up face. "You vicious snake!" Elizabeth snarled, her voice barely recognizable. "You deliberately upset my daughter while she's carrying twins!" My fingers trembled as I pulled out my phone and frantically dialed Jack. This situation was spiraling dangerously out of control. "Jack, you need to come immediately. Your mother and Mrs. Shaw are physically fighting—in the hospital!" The words tumbled out in a panicked rush. I needed this call on record; if I didn't alert Jack now, Id inevitably be blamed later. Rachel had Mary pinned in what appeared to be restraint but was clearly designed to leave her vulnerable to Elizabeth's fury. Each time Mary attempted to break free, Rachel would jerk her b
Anna'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 Standing before me, Samuel Griffin was undeniably fit, his physique speaking to regular workouts and a disciplined lifestyle. His arms looked powerful, his abdominal muscles well-defined beneath droplets of water that clung to his skin. I quickly averted my eyes, focusing instead on ar
Anna's POV "Awake?" Samuel's somewhat excited voice came through the phone, the music in the background softer but still clearly audible. Hearing that simple "awake," I immediately realized Marcus was right —this bastard had deliberately gotten me drunk, luring Marcus and Jack to the bar. His ton
Jack's POV I sat alone in the back seat of my car. My knuckles throbbed, a dull reminder of their recent connection with Samuel Griffin's jaw. The satisfaction that had momentarily flared through me had already begun to fade, replaced by the cold reality of what I'd just done. *What the hell was
Jack's POV The door to my office flew open with unusual urgency. Pax, my assistant, burst in without his typical measured composure. "Mr. Simpson, we've located Mr. Griffin." His voice carried a tension that immediately captured my attention. My heartbeat quickened despite my efforts to remain o







