Se connecterMAYA’S POVThe unfamiliar international number continued to flash on my screen, buzzing relentlessly against my palm.United Kingdom. Europe.My heart pounded frantically against my ribs as I stared at the glowing digits. Beside me, Carter’s dark eyes narrowed into a sharp, protective line. He took a slow step closer, his voice low and dead serious.“Maya… who do you know in Europe?” Carter asked again, his tone demanding a truth I didn’t even have.“I… I don’t know, Carter,” I whispered, my thumb hovering nervously over the screen. “I don’t know anyone out there. Except…”Except Killian.Before I could bring myself to swipe the screen, the vibrating stopped. The screen went completely dark. The room fell into an uneasy, suffocating silence.Riley looked between Carter and me, her face pale. “Do you think… Do you think it was him? Do you think Killian is calling you from a new number?”“It doesn’t matter who it was,” Carter cut in smoothly, his voice acting like an anchor before panic
MAYA'S POVThe conversation with Carter stayed with me long after he left the house that night. For the first time in weeks, the suffocating fog in my mind began to lift. I stopped obsessing over everything Killian had stolen from me, his vows, his sudden engagement, the hollow silence he left behind and started looking at the things that still belonged to me. My baby. My talent. My own future.The next morning, I made a decision that surprised even myself. Instead of staying hidden in my bedroom beneath the blankets, I got dressed, applied a touch of makeup to hide the dark circles under my eyes, and walked out the front door.I returned to the boutique.The brass bell above the entrance chimed softly as I stepped inside. Riley was standing near the front register adjusting a mannequin. The second her eyes landed on me, her jaw dropped, and her face lit up with overwhelming joy."Maya,” she squealed, rushing across the polished wooden floor. She wrapped her arms around me in a tight
CARTER'S POVThe day after Maya trusted me with the truth, I couldn't shake the heavy, suffocating feeling that simply offering her kind words and comforting hugs wasn't enough.She didn't just need sympathy, she needed something to look forward to. She needed a reason to get out of bed each morning, something that belonged entirely to her, far beyond merely surviving each day.That afternoon, I drove straight to the boutique where Maya had worked before her sudden collapse. Riley looked surprised to see me walk through the door, set down her steaming cup of coffee, and immediately welcomed me inside with a grateful, tired smile. The shop had been unusually quiet since Maya stopped coming in, and several unfinished sketches were still spread across her workstation in the back, sitting exactly as she had left them."I didn't expect you today, Carter," Riley said, resting her palms against the high wooden desk. "Is she okay?""She's resting," I said, stepping past the racks of silk an
MAYA'S POVSleep never came easily after returning from the hospital. Every single time I managed to drift off, the exact same painful image burned behind my eyelids with terrifying clarity, Killian lowering himself onto one knee, slipping that sparkling diamond engagement ring onto Victoria's finger while my mother and William celebrated downstairs in the living room.By the time the morning sun peeked softly through the window blinds, I knew I couldn't keep carrying this truth by myself anymore. The secret had become a crushing, unbearable weight on my chest, and every passing day made it harder to draw a clean breath.After breakfast, my mother and William strongly insisted that I stay home from work and rest, reminding me for the hundredth time that the doctor had warned against any added emotional stress. I offered them a quiet promise that I would take it easy, waiting until the faint sound of their car engine faded down the driveway before I finally reached for my phone on th
MAYA'S POVThe first thing I became aware of was the sharp, bitter smell of antiseptic filling the air.My eyelids felt impossibly heavy as I slowly forced them open, squinting against the harsh white light of the room. I was lying in a narrow hospital bed, a cold IV tube taped securely to the back of my hand. A dull, heavy ache pulsed behind my eyes as fragments of the previous night came rushing back to crush me, the charity banquet, Killian lowering himself onto one knee before Victoria, the painful cheers, and then... complete darkness.I turned my head slightly on the thin pillow. William was pacing anxiously back and forth near the window. My mother sat right beside the bed, her eyes red, swollen, and shining with tears. Riley stood quietly against the far wall, looking exhausted after staying up through the entire night at the hospital.The moment I stirred, a wave of visible relief spread across all three of their faces. "Maya! Oh, thank God, my sweet girl," my mother gasped
MAYA'S POVThe living room felt suffocatingly small, the air thick with an unbearable tension as the charity banquet reached its final, agonizing moment.William and my mother sat on the edge of the sectional couch, leaning forward with bright, eager smiles as Killian stood beside Victoria on the distant European stage."Look at him, Elena," William said, his voice brimming with deep, unbridled pride. "The boy has completely taken over the league this season. I always knew he'd build something incredible for himself out there."My mother smiled softly, a glistening coat of tears in her eyes as she squeezed William's hand affectionately. "He's grown into such a remarkable, fine man, William. I was just telling Maya earlier, "I honestly can't wait to finally meet Victoria properly when they come home for the off-season.""Oh, we're definitely hosting them the second they land," William chimed in with a boisterous, happy laugh. "We'll do a proper family dinner, invite the press off the l







