LOGINThey threw me away like I was nothing. Divorced me for my younger, prettier, fertile sister. I signed divorce papers while I suspected I was finally pregnant. Smiled while they handed me five thousand dollars and told me to disappear. I disappeared, alright. Off a cliff, Into freezing water. Nearly drowned carrying his twins. Someone wanted me dead. His family buried the investigation before my body was even cold, except there was no body. Because I survived. Ten years later, I walk back into their world as Dr. Scarlett Fox. The surgeon they're begging to save his dying mother. He doesn't recognize me until it's too late. Untill he sees my face and his entire world crumbles. Then he sees my kids, his kids. With his eyes and my fury. Now Nicholas's on his knees. Saying he spent a decade in hell thinking he killed me. Saying he's changed. But someone in his family is guilty, and as I dig deeper, people start watching. The man who saved me, Spencer, wants me to stop. He says it's too dangerous. That I should choose him, let the past stay buried. But I didn't survive murder just to run back scared. I'm Dr. Scarlett Fox now. Elite surgeon. Single mother. And I'm about to perform the most important operation of my life. Cutting out the cancer in the Cruz family. Even if it kills me this time.
View MoreScarlett's POV I locked the door behind him.The room was dark except for the city light coming through the curtains. He stood just inside the door looking at me and I looked at him and everything from the kitchen, Sage Marie's question, Nicholas, the case, all of it, was still somewhere in the apartment.Just not in this room.He crossed to me first.His mouth found mine before I'd finished turning toward him and the kiss was nothing like the soft careful thing from the kitchen. It had everything in it. Ten years of showing up, of sunflowers and peonies and ocean water and floorboards and all the things he'd done without saying anything, all of it coming out at once, and I grabbed his collar and he groaned against my mouth and his hands came to my waist and pulled me so hard against him there was no space left between us."Spencer...""Shhh... I know," he said against my mouth.He walked me backward and I went. The back of my knees hit the bed and we went down together and his weigh
Scarlett's POV I was still at the table when he came back.He appeared in the kitchen doorway, jacket off, sleeves rolled up, looking at me with the expression he used when he already knew something was wrong and was deciding how to approach it.He came in and sat down across from me.He didn't ask what Sage Marie had said.He just sat there.The kitchen was quiet around us. The garden plan still open on the table. The lemon chicken pan soaking in the sink. The low lamp on the counter throwing everything amber."How are the kids," I said."Aiden was still drawing," he said. "I gave him ten minutes.""He'll take twenty." I said."He will," he said. "I gave him ten and walked away."I almost smiled.He looked at me. "You okay?""I'm fine," I said.He held my gaze for a long moment, didn't push it. Just let the fine sit there between us the way he let things sit when he'd decided not to make them into something."She's good with them," I said. "Sage Marie.""She is," he said."Valeria l
Scarlett's POV Aiden pulled Sage Marie to the table immediately, sketchbook already open, the formation spread across it before she'd fully sat down."Okay so," he said. "The Danny problem.""The Danny problem," she repeated."Danny is our striker. He's good but he's inconsistent." Aiden pointed at the diagram. "I want to move him slightly wider but Val says the defensive structure can't support it and she's wrong but nobody will listen to me.""I said it was statistically risky," Valeria said from across the table. "Not that it was wrong.""That's the same thing...""It really isn't," Valeria said. "Risky means the probability of success is lower than optimal. Wrong means it can't work at all." She looked at Sage Marie. "It could work. It requires Danny to run his line consistently. Danny has done that twice.""Three times," Aiden said."Twice reliably," Valeria said. "The third time he ran it in the wrong direction.""He course corrected...""After eight seconds," Valeria said. "Wh
Spencer's POV We got back to the apartment at noon.Sage Marie walked in ahead of me and stopped in the doorway and looked at the kitchen. At the garden plan on the table. At Valeria's color coded system tacked to the fridge. At the drawing Aiden had left on the counter that he'd been working on yesterday, half finished, pencil still beside it.She turned around slowly and looked at the whole space.I stood in the doorway and watched her look."Spencer," she said quietly."Yeah.""This is a home," she said."I know," I said.She looked at me. "You built this.""We built it," I said.She held my gaze for a moment. Then she put her bag down and took off her grey coat and hung it on the hook by the door like she'd always known it was there."Right," she said. "Where's the chicken?"I made the lemon chicken while she sat at the kitchen table and looked at everything with the unhurried attention she gave things she was genuinely interested in. She picked up the garden plan and read it pro
Nicholas's POV I drove home from the hospital with both hands on the wheel and nothing working correctly inside my chest.She was alive.Katrina Lancaster, or Scarlett Fox as she insisted, had spent eight hours with her hands inside my mother's chest this morning and saved her and looked at me in
Scarlett's POV Aiden changed his shirt twice before eleven thirty.I stood in the doorway watching him hold up two options, a blue and grey one, weighing both of them. Valeria was already dressed, sitting on the bed, watching him with the patience of a person who had been doing this for nine years
Nicholas's POV I walked towards them before I could stop myself.Aiden saw me first and his face brighten instantly, He said something to Katrina and pointed directly at me.I watched her go still.She turned slowly and her eyes found mine across the cafeteria and whatever she saw in my face told
Scarlett's POV Eight hours with your hands inside someone's chest teaches you things about yourself that therapy never could.I stood at the scrub sink and turned the water as hot as it went and watched it run pink down the drain and thought about the moment, the specific moment around hour five w






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