179 JOANA’S POV Outside, a sleek black mini-van waited for us, prepared ahead of time since none of us were in the condition to drive after the champagne and wine. The city night wrapped around us like a comforting blanket lights flickering like distant stars. For a moment, everything was just… still. We got in. The ride home was a peaceful experience, except for the whisper of the kids’ snores and the clicking of the hazard lights. I was occasionally looking right and left between Caleb and Clinton. One was my present and maybe my future. The other was my past—a closed chapter but an unforgettable one. When we pulled into the driveway, Clinton carefully got out first with the boys. Caleb followed with Mirabel, and I trailed behind them, my gown rustling softly with each step. I was welcomed by the house with its bright lights and familiar smell. The moment my children were asleep and settled, I went into my room and just took a few deep breaths. The night had a strong i
178 JOANA’S POV It was now the time for the toast. A glass of champagne was given to me, and I was led to the spot where everyone now turned to see me. I got ready to speak by clearing my throat. I wasn’t usually one for speeches, but tonight? I had to say something. “Wow,” I began, laughing softly. “First of all… I forgot it was my birthday. I know. That sounds insane. But with everything going on lately—from cranky clients to sketch-destroying toddlers—I guess my brain had more important fires to put out.” Everyone was laughing and enjoying a good mood. “In fact, being here now,” I said, “I see your love, notice all your hard work and feel the care you have. I realise that no matter how much happens in our lives, we must still celebrate ourselves. At times, we need someone to help us remember our values.” I turned toward Clinton. He didn’t move. Just stood there, glass in hand, face unreadable. “So thank you,” I said, my voice softening. “To Clinton. Because th
177JOANA’S POVCaleb was beside him, laughing at something a guest had said, but even from across the room, I could feel it.That aura.That energy.Clinton wasn’t just present.He was the presence.“Mommy, guess what?” Mirabel chirped, her curls bouncing. “It was Daddy’s idea! He planned everything!”My eyes slowly returned to her face.“What?” I asked quietly.Jake nodded so hard his curls flew. “Uh-huh! Daddy planned it all! He said it had to be perfect!”Japheth grinned and added proudly, “He even picked the cake himself. Triple chocolate fudge.”I stared at them. Then, over at Clinton again.He was still watching.Still smiling.But there was something else there now.Not pride.Not amusement.Something… deeper. Sadder. Like he’d poured his soul into this, but wasn’t quite sure he had the right to be proud of it.“Daddy said no talking to you about it,” Jake continued like he was telling a simple fact. “He also said keeping the whole thing secret made it more fun.”“And he got h
176JOANA’S POVI tried again, this time sending a rapid-fire group message:“Where are the kids? The house is empty. No one is answering. If this is some kind of joke, it’s not funny.”No read receipts.My breath hitched. Hands trembled.This couldn’t be happening.I stormed toward the garage, heart now hammering. Both security cars were still parked. Only my car was missing—because I had taken it.Had someone come and take them? Would they have left on foot?Impossible.The estate was too secure. Too guarded. And still…Why was the house completely empty?No trail. No sound. No signs of a struggle. Just… nothing.After walking back in, I stood still in the living room, trying to understand the quiet.I was unable to escape the fear that worked around me like a stormy wave.Something was wrong.Horribly wrong.And suddenly, everything that had felt okay—the peace, the laughter, the little moments of healing—began to feel like a setup.It was much like a peaceful time before a major s
175JOANA’S POV A week passed, and for the first time in a long time, it actually felt like a week—not a war zone compressed into seven days.Louisa had vanished into silence, which suited me just fine. Clinton kept his space, respectfully distant. He didn’t hover, didn’t ask questions, didn’t give me that look of longing that made breathing difficult. And Caleb... he was like air—there, vital, soft in presence but deeply grounding.We were learning from each other in a way I never thought possible—through shared coffee, knowing glances, and quiet moments that didn’t demand more than what we could give.Life was beginning to settle again, like dust after a storm.But of course, life is never that generous for too long.Today was already a disaster—and it wasn’t even noon.My heels clicked sharply as I rushed through the hallway of the downtown office, nerves frayed, chest tight. I was thirty-five minutes late for a meeting with one of the most high-profile clients I’d ever landed, an
174 JOANA’S POV Slowly, the morning sun came into my room, filtering through the barely opened curtains and spreading soft gold on the silk of my sheet. I was motionless, attempting to recall moments from yesterday—the talk with Louisa - the ugly things I said and the quietness that remained afterwards. For the first time in days, I felt... quiet. Not empty. Not confused. Just still. I leaned forward, ruffling my hair until I got the robe from the edge of the bed. My face brimmed with a soft smile. Maybe I was putting together the parts of myself I hadn’t seen for a while during the mess. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. “Dinner tonight? Just us. No interruptions. Just a little peace… and you.” I looked at the message, unsure what emotions to have. To hide. To guard the heart that had already been bruised, burned, and buried beneath too many disappointments. But the other part—the one finally waking up again—wanted to say yes. And that was the part I