Sydney The twins fell asleep after a feed, and I carried them upstairs with me. Strangely, there was no sign of Killian in my bedroom. Had he left without informing me? I settled the twins in the nursery and went into my room to check. He wasn’t in the room or the washroom. Had he moved out of my bedroom? I felt a little disappointed that he gave in without a fight. Didn’t he want to fight for our marriage? I had every right to hold a grudge against him after the way he had treated me. Would he give up on me so easily? I walked out of the bedroom to go in search of Killian. He wasn’t in any of the other bedrooms. I returned to mine to check his belongings. Relief washed over me to find his belongings still there.Then where was he? Did he go out onto the terrace? I went towards the leafy terrace attached to this level. It was my green patch, a favorite place to unwind. At the door, I stopped watching Killian standing with his back towards me. With his phone glued to his ear, he
Sydney “It’s my bedroom, not yours, Killian. You can’t stay here with us. Go back to LA.” I felt agitated even thinking about the life I had left behind. No, I had no wish to go into that again. “You have Escapades to spend your nights in. Seriously, you don’t need us.” He walked out of the nursery and went looking for my bedroom. “I’ve stopped spending my nights at the Escapades. I’m staying here with you, and that’s my final decision.” I ran after him, trying to negotiate. “There’s no need for that. If you want visitation rights to the twins, I’ll grant that to you.” He stopped and whirled around to face me. “Do you think this is only about the twins? I don’t need visitation rights. We aren’t separated. I’m still married to you, and I intend to stay that way. So, is the bedroom upstairs?”I sighed, giving up. Maybe he would get bored and leave in the morning. “You can use the guest bedroom. All the bedrooms are upstairs. There’s a permanent nursery too. The one on this level is
KillianI had no idea where I would look for my wife and children. As the cab sped towards the hotel, tears of helplessness stung my eyes. How did I lose her again? It was because of my foolishness. I had my chance to patch things up with her. If she couldn’t leave Paris, it was fine. I would move my business here. I would do anything to be with her. If only she would forgive me and accept me in her life!But I had lost the only chance I got. My friends would mock me if they knew. How would they react if they knew I had twin boys?I was shocked to hear it from a stranger. Why didn’t Sydney inform me? It hurt me immensely to know she didn’t trust me at all. But it wasn’t her fault. I didn’t give her any reason to trust me. From the day I had met her, I had been in denial, letting my sense of revenge cloud my rational thinking. I should have treated her better and shown her the love I felt for her. She would have stayed with me. I felt frustrated with myself. My stubbornness was the
KillianI stood at the large bay window of L’Étoile waiting for Sydney to arrive. It gave me a bird's-eye view of the main gates, and I would surely see her coming in. But there was no sign of Sydney yet. I didn’t know what I was doing at a fashion house when this wasn’t my forte. It wasn’t a planned move at all. When Maddox’s sister, Camille, informed me about seeing Sydney at a fashion show in Paris, I didn’t believe her. I had been in Paris to look for her. The embassy had declined her presence in the city. But Camille knew better, being a renowned fashion designer, globetrotting for the last ten years. She had used her sources and traced Sydney to L’Étoile and the Paris Fashion Week. My friends booked a ticket for me, and Camille arranged a VIP pass to the PFW for me. I wasted no time and arrived here only to be shocked by Sydney’s transformation and achievements. I had to get near her, and the only way was to make friends with Tristan Marini, the owner of L’Étoile. My plan wor
Sydney Killian didn’t follow me to my room. It upset me a lot. If he regretted his behavior, he should have put in more effort to convince me. Yet Estelle threw a tantrum upon learning about his connection to me. It diverted everyone’s attention, and I escaped from the place. I had no idea why everyone tolerated her tantrums. As I closed the door, I heard Estelle console him. “She doesn’t need you in her life, Killian. She’s a famous designer now after her stint at the PFW. Maybe the fame and money have blinded her. Some people can’t appreciate feelings. But I’m not like her. I’ll lay down my life for true love! Will you divorce Sydney?” I shut the door and leaned against it, not waiting to hear Killian’s reply. Closing my eyes, I tried to get a grip on myself. No, I wouldn’t react at all. Tristan and Charlotte have done a lot for me. I couldn’t hurt them. Yet my heart ached for the unrequited feelings I kept hidden deep within me. How could Killian be blind to them? Maybe because
Sydney I stood staring at him with my jaw dropped to the floor. How could this be possible? Why would Killian be interested in L’Étoile when he had Cosmos Adventures to deal with? “What are you doing here, Killian?” My tone had no enthusiasm whatsoever. Claire scowled at me suspiciously. “How do you know him?” she muttered in my ear. Did she think I slept with him like the entire female population in the office wanted to?I ignored her. My entire focus was now on my husband and the father of my babies. How did he find me? How did he reach the Paris Fashion Week and strike a deal with Tristan? Did he know about the twins? I was thoroughly confused, and it showed on my face. He came over and stopped right in front of me. “Why do you think I’m here?” His gaze burned a hole in my face. Strangely, there was no anger as I had expected to see. Wasn’t he mad at me for leaving him? “I can’t think. If you’ve followed me here, then you’re wasting your time, Killian. I’m never going down that