LOGINEmma’s PovThe thirty days passed slower than any other time in my life. Every morning I woke up wondering if today would be the day everything fell apart again, and every night I checked on the twins twice before I could even try to sleep. Dominic stayed close to me through all of it.We cooked together, walked with the babies in the park, and talked for hours after they went to bed, but the waiting still sat heavy between us.On the morning of the final hearing, Marcus called before the sun was fully up. Dominic answered and put the phone on speaker while I held one of the twins against my chest.“It is over,” Marcus said. His voice sounded lighter than it had in weeks. “The investigation finished last night. The money that paid Lillian’s lawyers came from a company tied to Claire and the last of Raymond’s old accounts. The judge saw everything. Lillian’s request for visitation has been fully denied. There will be no contact, no future hearings, and a permanent order protecting the t
Emma’s PovThe break felt longer than any hour I had ever lived through. We stood in the hallway outside the courtroom while the twins slept in their carriers, their little faces peaceful even though the rest of us could barely breathe. Dominic kept one hand on my back and the other resting near the babies, like he was ready to protect them from anything that might come through the doors.Marcus walked back and forth, checking his phone every few minutes. “The judge is reading everything we gave her,” he said. “The money trail, the old connections to Raymond and Claire, the timeline of when Lillian first appeared. It is solid. She has to see it.”I looked at him. “What if she still feels sorry for Lillian? What if she thinks every child should know their blood relatives no matter how they show up?”Marcus stopped pacing and faced us. “Then we keep fighting. But I do not think that will happen. The pattern is too clear. This is not about love. It is about pressure.”Dominic’s voice was
Emma’s PovThe days before the second hearing felt like they were slipping through my fingers. Every morning I woke up with the same tight feeling in my chest, and every night I lay awake listening for sounds that never came. The twins were growing so fast. They smiled more now, and sometimes they reached for Dominic or me with little hands that made my heart ache. I wanted them to know only safety, but the world outside our door kept trying to push in.Marcus called on a rainy afternoon while the twins were napping. Dominic and I sat on the couch and put the phone on speaker between us.“I have more news,” Marcus said. His voice sounded tired. “The company paying Lillian’s lawyers used to move money for Raymond, but it also has ties to someone else. A woman named Claire who worked with Victoria years ago. It is messy, but it looks like more than one person wants to keep pressure on you.”I felt my stomach drop. “So it is not just Lillian. Other people are still trying to hurt us.”“I
Emma’s PovThe two weeks felt longer than any time I had lived through before. Every morning I woke up with the same heavy feeling in my chest, and every night I checked the locks on the doors more than once. The twins slept peacefully, not knowing that someone out there wanted a piece of their lives. Dominic tried to stay strong for all of us, but I could see the worry in his eyes when he thought I was not looking.On the third day after the hearing, Marcus called early. Dominic put the phone on speaker while we sat at the kitchen table with the twins in their high chairs.“I found something,” Marcus said. His voice sounded careful. “Lillian’s lawyers are being paid through a company that used to do business with Raymond. It is not direct, but the money trail is there.”My hands went cold around my coffee cup. “Raymond? He is supposed to be finished with us.”“I thought so too,” Marcus answered. “But it looks like he might be helping her from the side. Or someone close to him is. I a
Emma’s PovI barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes I saw strangers reaching for the twins, and my heart would start racing until I had to sit up and check that they were still safe in their cribs. When morning finally came, Dominic was already awake and dressed. He sat on the edge of the bed and brushed my hair back from my face with careful fingers.“You look exhausted,” he said softly. “I wish I could keep you both home today.”I forced a small smile. “We have to go. If we don’t show up, it will look worse.”He nodded and helped me get ready. We dressed the twins in soft blue outfits and packed their bag with extra bottles and the little blankets they loved. Every time one of them reached for me, my throat felt tight. I kept telling myself that we had already won once, so we could win again, but the fear would not leave.Marcus met us outside the courthouse. His face looked serious. “The hearing is in courtroom three,” he said. “Lillian is already inside with her law
Emma’s PovI sat on the edge of the bed that morning and stared at the soft light coming through the curtains, feeling for the first time in months that maybe our lives could finally be quiet. The twins were still sleeping in their cribs, their little chests rising and falling in the same steady way that always made my heart feel full and heavy at the same time. Dominic walked in carrying two cups of coffee and gave me that small smile he only used when we were alone. He handed me one cup and sat down beside me, his shoulder brushing mine.“You look like you’re thinking too hard again,” he said in a low voice.I took a small sip and shook my head. “I’m just trying to believe that everything is really over. The court, Victoria, Grace… all of it. Part of me keeps waiting for the next bad thing.”Dominic reached over and took my free hand, squeezing it gently. “It’s over, Emma. We won. The twins are safe. The trusts are set. No one can touch us now.”I wanted to believe him. I really di
EMMA'S POVThe two-week wait is torture.I go back to work at the hotel, pretending everything is normal while obsessively analyzing every twinge and symptom. Is that nausea morning sickness or leftover hormones? Are my breasts tender because I'm pregnant or because I want to be pregnant?Dominic t
EMMA'S POV Three weeks into hormone treatments, and I want to murder everyone.I'm standing in the hotel kitchen trying to plate a dessert while my hands shake and sweat drips down my back. The hormones make me hot all the time, nauseous half the day, and so emotional I cried yesterday because a c
DOMINIC'S POV Dr. Patel's office smells like vanilla and expensive hand sanitizer.I arrived fifteen minutes before Emma. The waiting room has soft lighting and abstract art. Everything designed to make nervous couples feel calm.Except Emma and I aren't a couple. We're a business arrangement, and
EMMA'S POV The hospital smells like antiseptic by the time I arrive. I find Lily in her usual room, sketching. She looks up when I enter, and her smile is so bright it breaks my heart."Emmy! I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow."I sit on the edge of her bed, clutching my purse where the check f







