"This isn't over. I will speak with Emily, whether you like it or not.""I'm pretty sure she's already made it clear she doesn't want to speak with you.""Well, she will." Tristan said. "She can't hide away for too long. She can't hide my child from me for too long. I don't care if things get messy,
E M I L YTristan Donovan. The man who, years ago, broke my heart, left me and our daughter, and went on with his life as if nothing had happened."Tristan," I muttered, barely audible.How? How could he be here? Why was he here? I couldn't believe my eyes. What was he doing here? I hadn't seen him
Because he is her dad. In every way that matters.Sometimes, I still catch myself waiting for the other shoe to drop, for this dream to crack wide open and swallow me whole. Trauma does that to you. Makes you question good things. Makes you feel like maybe you’re not allowed to have them. But then I
From the hallway, I heard the sound of tiny footsteps, followed by a sleepy, slightly whiny voice.Mommy? Uncle Ivan?" I turned, and there she was. Mila, standing in her fuzzy unicorn pajamas, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. Her curls were a wild mess, and her pink stuffed bunny dangled
"I'm okay with that, because she already considers you her father. You're the only father figure she has. Always had. And she's crazy about you. I'm so glad we ended up here. I'm so glad that we found each other. This is all I've ever wanted. I loved you from the very moment I met you, but I was too
E M I L YIf I was told five years ago, that I would be in a mansion with the love of my life, my daughter who absolutely adores him and a man who literally worships her, I would have laughed. Mila always always lived for the weekends where we spent time with Ivan. This is my happy ending.I have b