Mag-log inWendy lowered her head. "I lied to him so many times, and I never once kept a promise I made him. Whatever else is true, he protected me with his own life. This is really the one thing I've ever done for him.""Wendy, what are your plans going forward?" Sharon asked. "Once your son's older, would you consider marriage, or dating again?"Wendy shook her head. "Sharon, you know I'm afraid of marriage. Men... I think I'll pass on that. I love kids, though—if I ever had to get married, it'd only be because I wanted to be a mother. "Honestly, I've thought about it before—finding a man with good genes, having a baby with him, and raising it alone. Lesley, whatever else you say about him, had great looks, sharp intelligence, and a solid personality. If I went looking on my own, I doubt I'd ever find genes that good again."Sharon looked at Wendy and let out a silent sigh. In the old days, Wendy would've suggested keeping a string of male models or pretty boy toys. Now, though, she had
Johanna went on, "Wendy and Marina both suggested Sharon send you a new cat, but she said no. She said even if she sent another one, it wouldn't be the same cat. She said that tabby was one of a kind..."Jamie smiled faintly. "She really does understand me."For Jamie, what he felt for Sharon was never just affection or a sense of owing her—there was also the quiet recognition between two people who truly understood each other. Sharon understood him. Neither of them had ever said it outright, but he knew what she wanted, and she knew what he wanted. Some things didn't need to be spoken aloud.Over the course of his life, he'd gained a great deal, and lost a great deal too. But thinking it over carefully, whatever he'd wanted, he'd gotten in the end, whatever the means. He'd even once won her kiss. He had no regrets left.Where there was gain, there was bound to be loss. Since he'd already gotten what he wanted, losing something in return was only fair. He'd done more than enough
The room was silent except for the soft scratch of charcoal moving across paper. Jamie sat by the window, his fingers long and strong, each knuckle sharply defined. Light spilled in from the side, catching half his face in brightness while the other half sank into shadow, his features carved so deep they looked almost cold and hard.On the paper, the outline of a woman was slowly taking shape. Her brows and eyes weren't fully rendered yet, except for a single pair of eyes he'd already sketched over and over. The charcoal kept moving—her hair lifted by an ocean breeze, drawn with such painstaking detail it looked as though the wind really had once stirred those strands, as if he were simply tracing a memory with perfect fidelity.This was the same island where he and Sharon had once lived together for a month. To escape him back then, Sharon had painted constantly, and by pure coincidence, more than half of those paintings had been of Little Tabby. He hadn't set foot here in a lon
Learning that Little Tabby had died left Sharon genuinely sad. Hearing Wendy's suggestion, she shook her head gently."Even if I sent Jamie another cat, it wouldn't be the same one anymore.""Whether it's the same cat or not isn't the point," Wendy said. "It's enough that it comes from you.""A cat's like a person," Sharon said. "Irreplaceable."Somehow, that thought made Wendy suddenly think of Lesley. She and Lesley had known each other for a fair stretch of time—back when she'd worked as a maid in the Walton household, and later, through all their chatting online. But her feelings for him had never grown out of anything—they'd been carved bone-deep from the very start. That was exactly why she couldn't move past them, couldn't forget him no matter what. It turned out the hardest thing to let go of wasn't deep affection—it was a tangle of love and resentment both at once. Wendy drifted off for a moment, lost in thought.As they talked, the servant led Johanna into the receivin
Marina continued, "Lex's grip on the family headship might be shaky right now, but even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. "The Malcolms are probably in for a stretch of infighting first—let them wear each other down on their own for a while. Theo needs time to grow up and learn things anyway, so there's no rush. We can bring him to see Uriah first. With your connection to the family, Uriah should be able to get the Malcolms to formally recognize Theo as one of their own, once he gives the word."Sharon was head of the Kalen family, and Thomas headed the Ferreros. With backing like that behind him, Theo had nothing to fear—no one with any sense would ever try to push him out. Sharon nodded softly. Everything Thomas did was for her sake, down to arrangements for Theo. He'd truly gone to such lengths for her.The two of them talked a while longer, but Marina lingered, clearly hesitant to leave. She seemed to want to say something, yet held back, as if weighing whether she shou
"Why's that?" Sharon asked.Marina smiled. "Three years ago, Lex went up against you again and again over Victoria. As long as he held power, he was always going to be a threat to you. But even if Lex really does go down for good, there's no telling whether the next head of the Malcolm family might get jealous of all the resources and backing Uriah's given you. "Human nature never holds up under real scrutiny, after all. There are no eternal friends in this world—only eternal interests. Taking Lex down would just be settling a score. It treats the symptom, not the root cause."If you actually want to sleep easy going forward, you can't just stop at stripping Lex of the family headship. Sure, it'd be easy enough to prop up a different Malcolm as the new head. But people's hearts are hard to read—who'd want to spend their whole life being pulled around by someone else's strings? "When they have no power of their own, they naturally lean on Thomas's help. Right after taking over a
Julliard's brows twitched slightly, his expression still shadowed with worry."But the evidence is clear, Thomas killed Chuggs. There's no way to clear his name," he said. "I heard the Noel family plans to take him to the International Court. If they succeed and a verdict is reached, he might end u
The man looked really similar to Jamie— handsome in a severe, chiseled way, his features sharp and aristocratic. Up close, though, his eyes betrayed him: unfocused, empty of light.His voice was low and magnetic in the hush of the corridor. "Megan, what's going on out there? Why all the commotion
"No, no—don't," Sharon blurted, alarmed that he'd actually agree. "Don't stay up. Rest. Three days is enough."Liam stole a glance at Thomas; the latter's expression remained unreadable, calm as ever.In truth, one day would have sufficed—Thomas had suggested "three" to avoid arousing Sharon's sus
Thomas wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but this time, the headache felt worse than ever.Even now, fully awake, the pain throbbed deep in his skull.Instinctively, he reached up to touch his head—and felt the rough texture of a bandage wrapped around it.Then, like a floodgate opening,







