Masuk(Elena's POV)I decided to surprise Daniel with lunch. It's been a month since our wedding and the butterflies in my belly have not stopped moving one bit.He'd been working late all week. Coming home after eight most nights, and stressed about the pitch he was preparing.So I picked up sandwiches from the cafeteria near his office and drove over to see him.Jennifer looked up when I walked in. "Mrs. Hart. He's in his office. Go ahead.""Thanks, Jennifer."I walked past Jennifer's desk toward Daniel's office. There was someone sitting at a desk that hadn't been there the last time I visited. A young woman. Early twenties, judging from her look, and working on her computer.She looked up. "Can I help you?""I'm here to see Daniel.""Oh! You must be Mrs. Hart. I'm Janelle. The new intern."My brain immediately did a recap as I recalled Daniel had mentioned her.She stood up, and extended her hand.I shook it and noticed immediately what she was wearing.The skirt was short. Not obscenel
(Daniel's POV)(A month later…)A knock sounded on my office door at nine thirty.“Come in,” I called out, not bothering to look up.Jennifer, my secretary, walked in. “Good morning, Mr Hart. The new intern is here," she said. "The HR team sent her up for introductions."I looked up from the report I'd been reviewing, frowning slightly. "Already? I thought orientation was next week.""They moved it up. Something about her class schedule conflicting. Do you want me to send her in?""Sure."Jennifer disappeared and came back a few minutes later with a young woman who looked barely out of her teens."Mr. Hart, this is Janelle Manning. She'll be interning with us this summer."The girl stepped forward and extended her hand. "Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mr. Hart. I can't tell you how much it means to me."I shook her hand. "Call me Daniel. And you're welcome. Jennifer, can you give us a few minutes?""Of course."Jennifer left and Jnelle stood there looking nervous. She was dre
(Serena's POV)The kettle clicked off, signaling the water was ready.I took hold of it and poured some water into my mug. The flat was quiet. Emma had left with Julian an hour ago for their weekend together. She'd been talking nonstop about going to the zoo. Julian had promised her they'd see the penguins. And I was happy I got to taste and savor my tea instead of hurriedly gulping it down between Emma's breakfast and getting her ready for school.I took my tea to the living room and set it on the coffee table.Two full days alone. Forty-eight hours of silence and space and nothing to do except what I wanted.Four years ago this would have sent me into a panic. The empty flat. The silence. No one needing me. I would have filled the time with noise. TV on in the background. Music playing. Anything to avoid sitting alone with myself.Now I just sat down on the couch with my tea.My laptop was on the cushion next to me. I opened it and pulled up my email.The message was still there.
(Julian's POV)"It's been four months since your last appointment."Dr. Morrison was looking at her notes, and I was sitting in my usual spot."I know," I said."Any particular reason?""Things have been good. Stable. I didn't feel like I needed to come in as often.""That's actually a positive sign. But I'm curious what's been happening. Catch me up."I settled back comfortably on the chair. "Emma started Grade one. Real school now. She's doing well. Likes her new teacher and made friends already.""That's wonderful.""The consulting firm is steady. Not growing dramatically but really profitable. I'm not working sixty-hour weeks anymore.""How does that feel?""Good. Strange at first. I kept thinking I should be doing more. But I'm not. And things are fine anyway.""What else?""I moved to a better neighborhood. More parks. Good school district. Emma has her own space."Dr. Morrison wrote something. "That's a significant change.""It needed to happen. The old place was fine but this
(Elena's POV)(...Four months later…)"Stop moving."Lena chided, her hands in my hair again. We were in the bridal suite at the venue Daniel and I had booked. Small place in Kensington. Garden ceremony and dinner reception inside. Just like I wanted.In case you, my darling readers are not aware, it's my wedding day!Today, I tie the nuptial knot with my heartthrob, Daniel Hart."I'm not moving," I defended."Yes, you are.""Because you're taking forever with my hair.""I'm taking my time. There's a difference."Charlotte was on the floor playing with the hem of my dress. She'd been following me around all morning. Toddling after me wherever I went. Almost a year old now and walking like she'd been doing it forever."Charlotte, don't pull that," Lena said without looking down.Charlotte let go immediately and went back to playing with her stuffed rabbit instead."How much longer?" I asked."Five more minutes. Maybe ten.""Lena.""Do you want to look good or do you want me to rush?""
(Adrian's POV)It happened gradually over two weeks in the eighth month.Not all at once like I'd hoped. Not a sudden switch flipping where Lena woke up one morning and us suddenly her old self. Instead it came back in bits.First was the long-term memories. The wedding stayed. BioGen stayed. Our early relationship stayed. Things from before the pregnancy that had been blurry started sharpening.Then the pregnancy itself. She remembered being sick. Remembered the appointments. Remembered working until she started working from home.Then the birth. That took one longer. It came back in pieces over several days. The labor. The delivery room. The first cry. My hand in hers.Dr. Rahman said this was normal. Memory restoration following the natural timeline. Working backward from most recent to oldest.But the baby, that was the last thing to fully return.Week one of month eight Lena could hold her without panicking. Could feed her. Could change her diaper. But it still felt clumsy. Like
(Lena's POV)Adrian's hotel room was cozy and had a good view of the New York night.I stood there looking out at it with my arms wrapped around myself. Not because I was cold. The room was warm. But because I needed something to do with my hands.Behind me I heard Adrian set down his key card on t
(Evelyn's POV)I'd never painted a wall before in my life, and it showed in the painting I made in the living room. Some parts were slightly uneven and there was a patch near the window where I'd gone back to twice and it still looked different from the rest. The man at the shop had called the co
(Evelyn's POV)"Julian Hart accepted the deal this morning."I was still in bed when my lawyer called, one eye half open. But I sat up properly immediately and listened.She went through all three cases in an order. Julian came first.He got a suspended sentence. Mandatory therapy, twice a week. Tw
(Evelyn's POV)And so we spent the rest of the night preparing.Adrian's cybersecurity team went through every corner of our system. No stone was left unturned. Every folder, backup, and file that had been touched in the last three months. They worked in focused silence, and occasionally reached ou







