LOGINVictoria's POVI laughed. "I don't know anything about painting.""Neither did I," he admitted. "But I'm learning. And so can you."He handed me a paintbrush and guided me to an unpainted section of the wall. For the next hour, we painted side by side, talking about everything and nothing. He told me about his dreams of building a business, of creating something that would last. I told him about my hopes of making a difference in the world."You know," he said, pausing to wipe a smudge of paint off my cheek, "you're not like other girls I've met."I raised an eyebrow. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?""It's the best compliment I can give." He smiled, and my heart skipped a beat. "You're real, Victoria. You don't pretend to be someone you're not."I didn't know what to say. No one had ever said something like that to me before.We spent the rest of the day together, working on the playground, handing out food, talking and laughing. By the time the sun began to set, I felt like I h
Victoria's POVThe room was dim, the only light coming from the television screen flickering with old memories. I sat alone in my bedroom, a glass of wine untouched on the table beside me. It was my wedding anniversary—another year without Jonathan. Another year of emptiness.I stared at the screen, watching the video from over two decades ago. There I was, young and radiant in my white gown, my hand clasped in Jonathan's. He was smiling, his grey eyes bright with love and hope."You're my forever, Victoria. I'll never leave you."The tears streamed silently down my face. He had promised me forever. And for a while, I had believed him.The video continued, showing us cutting the cake, dancing our first dance, laughing with our families. We had been so happy. So full of hope. We had planned a life together—a family, a legacy, a future.And then Jason was born. The video cut to a montage of his first steps, his first words, his first day of school. Jonathan had been so proud. He had hel
Mikel's POVThe penthouse was silent, the way it always was now. I sat in the darkness, a glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the wall. The city lights glittered through the windows, but I didn't see them. I didn't see anything except the image burned into my mind.Katherine in Jason's arms. The way she leaned into him. The way she looked at him—like he was her anchor, her safe place, her home.She chose him.I took a long sip of whiskey, the liquid burning as it went down. I knew I had no right to feel this way. I was the one who let her go. I was the one who stopped fighting. I was the one who told her to move on.But knowing that didn't make the pain any less real.I thought about the night at the hospital—the way she had pulled away from Jason to talk to me. For a moment, I had hoped. For a moment, I had believed that maybe there was still a chance. But then she had gone back to him. She had chosen him.She chose him.The words echoed in my mind, a relentless loop I couldn't e
Katherine's POVThe crowd thinned slowly, friends and neighbors offering their final condolences before drifting away. I stood alone at the graveside, my hands clasped in front of me, my eyes fixed on the freshly turned earth.I had scanned the crowd during the service, my eyes searching for a familiar face. I told myself I wasn't looking for him. I told myself it didn't matter. But deep down, I knew the truth.Mikel wasn't there.He had chosen not to attend. He had chosen to stay away. And even though I tried to understand—even though I told myself that we had said everything we needed to say that night at the hospital—it still hurt. It hurt more than I wanted to admit.He should have been here. For her. For me.But he wasn't. And I had to accept that.I looked down at the grave, the tears streaming silently down my cheeks."I'm sorry, Grandma," I whispered. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."The words hung in the air, heavy with guilt and grief. I had spent so many years trying to pro
Katherine's POVI mean this conversation. The blame game. The accusations. The what-ifs." He shook his head slowly. "The marriage contract was over. It expired. We both knew it was never meant to last."I felt my heart sink. "Mikel—""No, let me finish." His voice was calm now, but there was a weight to it that made my chest ache. "We were never a real couple. We were two people who made a deal. A transaction. And somewhere along the way, we both forgot that."I opened my mouth to argue, to tell him that it had become real—that my feelings for him had been genuine—but the words wouldn't come. Because deep down, I knew he was right. We had started as a contract. And we had never truly figured out how to move past that."It's better this way," Mikel continued. "You've moved on. I've moved on. We can't keep living in the past, holding onto something that was never meant to be."I felt the tears prick at my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. "And what about the baby?"Mikel's expressio
Katherine's POVI pulled away from Jason, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. My heart was pounding, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. Mikel was here. He had come. Despite everything—despite the distance, despite the silence, despite the way we had left things—he had come."Excuse me," I whispered to Jason. "I need to have a word with him."Jason's expression tightened, his jaw clenching. "Katherine, you don't have to—""I know." I placed a hand on his arm, gentle but firm. "But I need to. Just give me a moment."He studied my face for a long moment, searching for something—reassurance, perhaps, or certainty. Whatever he found must have satisfied him, because he nodded slowly, stepping back."I'll be right here," he said quietly. "If you need me."I nodded, then turned and walked toward the corridor where Mikel had disappeared. My legs felt heavy, my chest tight with emotion. I didn't know what I was going to say. I didn't know what I wanted to hear. But I knew I couldn't







