I walked to the kitchen, my mind racing, my pulse pounding behind my eyes. I took a picture of the letter and immediately sent it to Ivan. My fingers hesitated only for a second before I typed:'He found our address. Left this on the porch. We need to talk.'Then I stared at the phone, waiting—count
But none of that stopped the fear from gnawing at me.What if Tristan fought for custody? What if he tried to drag us into court? What if some judge looked at him, clean-cut and polished in a suit, and decided he had a right? That it didn’t matter that he left. That five years of absence could be er
E M I L YThe house was still and quiet. Mila was napping upstairs. I sat on the couch with a blanket wrapped tightly around me, knees drawn to my chest, staring blankly at the muted television.The encounter with Tristan wouldn’t leave my mind. His voice, his eyes, the way he looked at Mila like he
“That’s exactly what I told him,” Ivan muttered, then looked at me with eyes filled with guilt. “But what if… what if he pushes it legally? What if he tries to fight for custody? Emily would break.”I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Look, if he tries that, he’s got nothing. No involv
"Mr. Blythe." I greeted."Hello, Mr. Volkov.""Please, call me Mihail. Let's get this started, shall we? We have a lot of work to do.""Yes, of course."We spent hours in that room. We had a few breaks, and lunch was served. By the end of the meeting, we were all exhausted, and I was ready to leave.
M I K H A I LI started down at the absolute love of my life as she buttoned up the last buttons of my shirt."Are you okay?" She asked, and I nodded, my eyes never leaving her face.She looked beautiful. Her wavy hair fell past her shoulders in soft waves, her blue eyes were bright, her skin was gl