LOGINScarlette. We got back home later than expected after Liam and I dropped Vic at her place—despite him insisting she should just take a cab. The entire drive back, Liam said nothing. Not a word about what had happened at the mall. Not about Emelia. Not about the pregnancy. Not even about the way she’d looked when he questioned her—like she wanted the ground to split open and swallow her whole.And yet, somehow, from wherever she had thrown her confidence—maybe the pits of hell—she had managed to gather the scraps of it and snap right back at him.“I can’t believe this,” Liam muttered roughly as he stepped out of the bathroom.A towel hung low around his hips, water still dripping from his hair as he raked his fingers through it in frustration.“What exactly can’t you believe?” I asked calmly.It wasn’t like I didn’t know. I knew. I just wasn’t in the mood to unpack it.“Everything,” he said, pacing now. “Did she lose the baby? A miscarriage? Why wouldn’t she tell anyone? Her stomach
Scarlette.“You’re pregnant. Aren’t you?” I said slowly, my eyes sweeping over her frame without shame, without apology. “I mean—you should be. So where is it?”Emelia’s lips pressed into a thin line before she scoffed, chin lifting in defiance. “And how is that any of your business, Scarlette? Why are you even here? Let me guess—you knew I’d be here, didn’t you? You always do things like this. You plan them.”I laughed, a short, incredulous sound that even surprised me. “Oh my god,” I said, shaking my head. “Is this some kind of sick joke? Why is it that you and your husband think the entire world revolves around the two of you? Like everything is a competition. Like every breath someone else takes is somehow meant to challenge you.”I gestured around us, at the aisles, the shelves, the ordinary people pretending not to stare. “I came here because I need things for when I go into labor,” I said, my voice steady but sharp. “Things for my baby. But of course, to you, it suddenly beco
Scarlette. I didn’t even realize we had reached the mall.If I was being honest, I hadn’t been listening to a single word Liam was muttering under his breath the entire drive. His complaints faded into background noise, drowned out by my own thoughts and the quiet hum of the road. I only became aware we had arrived when the car slowed and came to a full stop.Then my phone buzzed.The sharp little sound snapped my attention away instantly. I picked it up and smiled when I saw the notification.Vic: I’m here.Perfect.I had texted her earlier, somewhere in between Liam’s grumbling about his clothes and my own internal victory parade, asking her to come help with the shopping. I knew I’d need backup—someone who understood me, who wouldn’t let me settle for “good enough,” and who wouldn’t hesitate to tell me the truth if something looked awful on me.It had been a long time since we’d seen each other in person.Most of our connection lately had been through video calls—late nights, ti
Scarlette. For the next few hours, the mansion felt like a graveyard—too quiet, too still, as though even the walls were holding their breath.There were no sharp heels clicking down the hall. No belligerent calls for coffee. No tantrums about the temperature being too hot or too cold, no maids scrambling to correct imaginary offenses. Claudia’s voice, which usually filled the house like a siren, was nowhere to be heard.I hadn’t heard a peep since that confrontation earlier, and honestly, it suited me just fine. If anything, it was a small victory, proof that I’d finally rattled her enough to shut her up, at least for a few hours. She better stay in her place, stewing in whatever bitterness she carried. I couldn’t bring myself to care one bit. I didn’t care what she was doing or where she had retreated to. If this quiet meant she was finally licking her wounds, then it was well deserved.I had done something today.Something no one had ever dared.But rest? That was the last th
Scarlette. “Claudia…” Ethan repeated slowly, disbelief flickering across his face as he looked at her.Mother’s lips curled with bitter contempt. “You see now, Ethan? She calls me by my name. She’s lost every shred of respect she ever pretended to have. And Liam just stands there, watching this insanity unfold.”Ethan turned fully to me, his expression darkening. “Since when did you start calling my mother by her name? Have you finally lost your mind? Or are you just stupid? Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones—I’d like to believe that—but there’s a limit to this nonsense. Claudia? You don’t get to do that.”Then he rounded on Liam.“And you,” he snapped, voice sharp with disbelief. “You’re just standing there? Letting her disrespect our mother in her own house? Have you lost your goddamn mind? How can you be here and not control the woman you’re with? Tame her, for Christ’s sake. Put her on a leash if you have to, because this madness is getting out of hand. Honestly, the best thing
Scarlette.I was ready to turn the entire place upside down. Ready to tear the walls down brick by brick if I had to. If rage could become fire, this mansion would have burned to ash already. No one here deserved peace. No one deserved calm.“Liam,” Mother said sharply, her voice slicing through the room, “how can you stand there and let another woman insult your mother this way?”She straightened, pride stiffening her spine. “I didn’t raise you to be this gullible. This shaken. This pathetically invested in a woman.”Her eyes flicked toward me with open contempt.“Your emotions are clouding your judgment. Ethan would never allow this.”Liam laughed, but there was nothing amused in it. It was bitter. Cutting.“Well then, good,” he said coldly. “Because Ethan—your favorite son—would also never allow you to be questioned about something you and he have been hiding for years.”The room seemed to still.“I don’t want to ask again,” Liam said, his voice rising, his hands gripping her ar







