Se connecterClara was discharged from the hospital two days later.The drive home was slow and careful. Cassian drove below the speed limit, his eyes constantly checking the rearview mirror, his hand resting on Clara's knee. She leaned back against the seat, her eyes closed, her hand on her stomach.We're going home, she thought. We're going home to our family.The estate was waiting for them.Elena had prepared a room for Clara on the ground floor no stairs, no exertion. A private nurse had been hired, a kind woman named Susan who would be available around the clock. The kitchen had been stocked with healthy foods, the doctor's instructions taped to the refrigerator."You didn't have to do all this," Clara said, as Cassian helped her into the room."Yes, we did." Elena appeared in the doorway, her arms full of fresh flowers. "You're carrying our grandchild. The least we can do is make sure you're comfortable.""Thank you, Elena. For everything."Elena set the flowers on the nightstand and kissed
The first thing Clara noticed was the beeping.It was a soft, steady rhythm familiar in a way that made her chest tighten. She had heard it before, years ago, in a hospital in Brisbane. The sound of machines keeping her alive. The sound of a life hanging in the balance.She opened her eyes slowly, the world swimming into focus. White ceiling. Fluorescent lights. The smell of antiseptic and clean linen. A hospital room.And beside her, holding her hand, was Cassian.He was asleep in the chair, his head tilted at an uncomfortable angle, his dark hair disheveled, his jaw shadowed with stubble. He looked exhausted like a man who had not slept in days. His hand was wrapped around hers, his grip gentle even in sleep.Clara watched him for a long moment, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. Then she squeezed his hand.He woke instantly."Clara?" His gray eyes flew open, and when he saw her looking at him, his face crumpled with relief. "Clara. You're awake. Oh, thank God. You're awake
The doctor finally emerged.He was a tall man with gray hair and kind eyes Dr. Harrison, the head of emergency medicine. His expression was serious, but there was a hint of something else there. Something that looked almost like happiness."Mr. Kingsley?"Cassian was on his feet immediately. "How is she? Is she okay?""She's stable. She's resting now. But we need to talk. There are some things you should know.""Can I see her?""After we talk. Please—my office."They followed him to a small office down the hall. Cassian, Elena, Alexander Sr., Adrian, Imogen. They sat down, their hearts pounding.Dr. Harrison closed the door and turned to face them."The situation is serious," he said. "But it's also... I want to tell you the good news first.""Good news?" Cassian's voice was hoarse."Your wife is pregnant."The room went silent.Then Cassian's face broke into a smile. "Pregnant? She's—we're—""Yes. She's pregnant. About four weeks along, based on our tests."Elena gasped. Alexander Sr
Cassian was not himself.He drove like a man possessed, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. The city blurred past him buildings, cars, people all of it meaningless. There was only one thing that mattered. One person.Clara.He ran a red light. Then another. Then another. Horns blared. Tires screeched. He did not care. He could not care. The only thought in his mind was her—her face, her smile, the way she had looked at him that morning when he kissed her goodbye.I can't lose her. I can't lose her again. Please, God, don't take her from me.He had already lost her once. Five years of believing she was dead. Five years of grief and guilt and regret. He had only just gotten her back. He had only just started to believe that happiness was possible.He could not lose her now.He ran another red light. A truck swerved to avoid him. He did not notice. His mind was a loop of fear and prayer and desperate hope.She has to be okay. She has to be. I'll do a
Cassian's day was packed.He had barely sat down at his desk before Mike appeared with a stack of reports. "Shareholders meeting at ten, sir. Investor call at eleven-thirty. Lunch meeting at one. And the quarterly review is due by end of day."Cassian nodded, already reviewing the first document. "Anything else?""Your father called. He wants to discuss the new acquisition.""Tell him I'll call him back this afternoon.""Yes, sir."The morning passed in a blur of meetings and decisions. Cassian presented to the shareholders, negotiated with investors, reviewed financial reports. His mind was sharp, his focus absolute.But beneath the surface, a part of him was somewhere else.Is she okay? he wondered. Is she eating? Is she resting?He checked his phone between meetings, hoping for a message. There was nothing.At noon, he called Clara."Hey," she said, her voice warm. "How's your day going?""Busy. How are you feeling?""Good. Really good. I ate lunch. I'm drinking water. I'm being a
Clara woke feeling better.The nausea that had plagued her for days had subsided to a dull murmur. The fatigue was still there, lingering in her bones like a stubborn ghost, but it was manageable. She could function. She could get through the day.She showered and dressed carefully, choosing a soft cream blouse and tailored navy trousers. She applied a touch of blush to her cheeks they were still pale, and she did not want to worry anyone and studied her reflection in the mirror.You look fine, she told herself. You are fine.She walked downstairs to find the family already at breakfast.Cassian was at the head of the table, his brow furrowed as he read something on his tablet. Emory was chattering about a dream she had something about a flying dinosaur while Colt listened with skeptical interest. Maria was pouring orange juice. The smell of fresh coffee and warm pastries filled the air."Good morning," Clara said, sliding into her seat."Mommy!" Emory looked up, her honey-colored eye
Two days. That was all it took for Vanessa to colonize my home.She arrived with four suitcases and an air of casual ownership I had never managed in four years. The maids flocked to her. They laughed at her jokes, complimented her clothes, rushed to prepare her meals. My own requests had always be
The airport terminal gleamed under fluorescent lights as Cassian strode through the sliding glass doors, his pulse beating faster than it had in years. He hadn't slept. He hadn't eaten. He had barely registered the drive across the city, his hands gripping the steering wheel of his black Rolls-Royc
The morning of my fourth wedding anniversary, I woke before sunrise.This was not unusual. I had long ago learned that the early hours belonged to me alone quiet, unclaimed, untouched by the weight of being Mrs. Cassian Kingsley. By the time my husband stirred in his separate bedroom down the hall,
Cassian woke to a headache banging inside his skull.He groaned and pressed his palms against his eyes. His mouth was dry. His body felt foreign. Fragments of the previous night drifted through his mind Julian's fireplace, Vanessa's laughter, the burn of whiskey but they were broken, impossible to







