LOGINIvan’s hands cupped mine, his eyes glistening.“Emily,” he said, his voice thick. “You changed everything. I didn’t know what it meant to live fully until I saw you laugh. I didn’t know what it meant to love until I watched you hold Mila when she was scared, when she was sick, when she just needed s
E M I L YSix months later.The soft swell of violins filled the chapel air, and I blinked through a veil of tears as the double doors creaked open before me. My hand tightened around Mila’s tiny fingers, her giggle a spark of light in the stillness. She looked up at me with a beaming smile, radiant
I opened the box.“Will you marry me?”The room was silent for a heartbeat.Then Emily dropped to her knees and flung her arms around my neck.“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes. A million times, yes.”The room erupted.Mila squealed and clapped. Laura cried openly. Mikhail whooped. Elle burst into full sob
I couldn’t stop staring.“You’re going to burn a hole in me,” she teased, glancing at me through the mirror.“Can’t help it,” I said, my voice hoarse.She stood then, unwrapping the towel from her body. I looked away out of instinct, respect, habit, nerves, but she laughed and tossed a pair of tight
I V A NThe day after the courthouse verdict felt like the first real breath I’d taken in months. We’d finally won. Emily had full custody, Tristan was out of our lives for good, and Mila… Mila was safe. I thought that kind of peace would be enough to steady my nerves for a while. But now, standing
The final day of the hearing, when Tristan took the stand, it was like watching a stranger unravel.He was combative. Defensive. Sloppy. He tried to paint himself as the victim of a cruel mother who shut him out and poisoned his daughter’s mind. But under cross examination, it didn’t take long for h
E L L EThe sound of his name alone made my blood boil with anger. What the hell was he doing here? Hasn't he done enough? What prompted his unwanted visit?"Send him in."The assistant nodded, and I sighed, leaning back in my chair.I knew whatever Sebastian was here for, it was no good.Sebastian
E M O R YI drove into the garage, sighting Sebastian's car which could only mean he was back.It was quite unusual to see him home at the hour, but I was thankful that I'm at least going to spend some time with him.Pushing the thoughts of all I discovered at the hospital, I pressed the lock button
M I K H A I LSebastian's face turned red, his knuckles turning white from gripping the arm of his chair too tightly. "You fucking bastard.""What? Can't stand seeing me with the woman you let go? Is this your pathetic attempt to win her back?" I mocked. "If I wanted her back, you'd already be dea
E L L EMikhail is a spitting image of his mother. The only difference is, his eyes are a darker shade. His mother's eyes were a lighter, brighter brown. But, other than that, he's a carbon copy of her."What are you doing here?" He asked, shock written all over his face."Can't a mother drop by he







