MasukAva’s POVI watched Lena interact with her children from across the room, her laughter and soft words filling the air, a gentle balm over the wounds I knew still cut deep. It had been weeks since she’d left Roman, and though she was putting on a brave face, I could see the cracks—her hesitations, her silences. It wasn’t just the man who betrayed her that haunted her, it was the life she had built with him, the illusion of happiness that had shattered in a way she hadn’t expected.And now, she was here—staying in a house that wasn’t hers, with a man who wasn’t Roman, though I couldn’t quite decide what role Billy played in all of this. Was he truly just helping her, or was there something more? I couldn’t help but wonder, but I had to be careful. Lena had been through enough already. She needed someone to steady her, not someone who would throw another complication into the mix. Another broken heart wasn’t something Lena could afford right now, not when she was still trying to pick up
LENAThe hardest thing about being alone was the quiet.For the past few weeks, I had been surrounded by silence, save for the occasional sounds of my children playing or the tap of my fingers on the keyboard as I tried to rebuild everything from the ground up. The emptiness in my heart was growing, but I was determined not to let it break me.When I made the decision to leave, it felt like I was stepping away from everything I knew, everything I thought I wanted. I hadn’t fully realized the gravity of the situation until now, until I was sitting alone in front of my laptop, trying to figure out how to start over. There was no going back. Not now. Not after everything that had happened.I had always been a writer, always dreamed of running my own business, but I’d allowed life to distract me, to sweep me up in the chaos of my relationship with Roman and all the complications it entailed. Now, the only thing I could do was move forward. And that meant embracing the pieces of my life I
LENAI should have ignored her call.But as always, I couldn’t.There was something about my mother’s voice that always drew me in, even when I didn’t want it to. Her voice was smooth, almost too calm, like she was always in control—always knowing what to say to get a reaction out of me. My pulse was still racing from my conversation with Roman, and yet, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing the green button, connecting me to Vivian.The moment I heard her laugh, I regretted it.It wasn’t a loud laugh. It wasn’t the kind that could fill a room. But it was enough to make my stomach drop. A quiet, almost sadistic sound, one that I’d heard so many times growing up, and one that still made me feel like a child, even now.“You finally answered,” Vivian said, her voice dripping with amusement. “I thought I’d never hear from you again.”I should have told her I wasn’t in the mood for her games. I should have said something sharp, something to make her feel at least a fraction of the anger boi
LENADivorce.I hadn’t planned for that word to ever exist in my life.Not even when everything fell apart. Not even when I ran away in the middle of the night with three half-asleep children in the back seat. Not even when I read that message from my own mother and felt something inside me finally crack.But Billy’s words had planted the idea like a seed I didn’t ask for.Why don’t you just divorce him?I tried to push it away. I really did. I told myself it was just exhaustion talking, just anger, just fear pretending to be clarity. But the word stayed with me, heavy and quiet, following me through the day like a shadow I couldn’t shake.That night, after dinner, I helped Isabella brush her teeth and tucked her into bed. She hugged her teddy bear tightly, her eyes already drooping.“Good night, Mommy,” she whispered.“Good night, sweetheart.”I kissed her forehead and turned off the light, leaving the door slightly open like she liked it.Then I went to the twins’ room.Benjamin and
LENAI sat at the small dining table that doubled as my workspace, my laptop open, half a dozen tabs staring back at me like accusations. Old drafts. Unfinished manuscripts. Business plans I had once been proud of, now frozen in time like fossils from a life that felt unreal.I rubbed my temples and leaned back in the chair.I couldn’t keep living like this.Running away had been necessary. Taking the children somewhere safe had been necessary. But surviving wasn’t the same as living, and I couldn’t pretend that my savings would magically stretch forever. Three children didn’t care about emotional wounds. They needed food. Stability. A future.And that future couldn’t rely on anyone else.Not Ava. Not Roman. Not even Billy.I straightened up and cracked my fingers, forcing myself into focus.Writing had always been my anchor. Before Roman. Before the chaos. Before everything collapsed into a mess of contracts, betrayals, and blood ties that shouldn’t have existed. I had built somethin
LENAThe sun was already high when I led Isabella out to the pool.The twins were finally asleep after refusing their morning nap for almost an hour. I had watched their chests rise and fall, waited until their breathing turned deep and steady, and only then allowed myself to move away from them. Isabella, on the other hand, had been wide awake since dawn, pacing around the villa in her swimsuit like a restless fish trapped on land.“I don’t want to sleep,” she said for the third time, tugging at my hand. “I want to swim.”So here we were.The pool behind the house shimmered under the sunlight, its surface calm and inviting. It was quiet here, too quiet sometimes, but I welcomed it. Silence was easier than questions. Easier than explaining things I barely understood myself.I helped Isabella put on her floaties, tightening the straps carefully. She stood patiently, watching me with those eyes that were far too observant for a child her age.“You look sad,” she said suddenly.I paused,







