Unravel meChapter 125 – EdwardI couldn’t take it anymore.Everywhere felt too quiet for me. Every goddam place. I’ve been staying the night in my penthouse more often. Because the memories of the mansion haunted me deeply.Vanessa’s laughter didn’t echo through these walls. Liam’s footsteps didn’t thunder down the hall. Because he wasn’t here, none of them were. Even the air felt stale, as though it had given up waiting for life to return. Her absence makes me see things clearly now.She and our son were the only ones who made my life colorful. And without them, I felt lost. Broken. Like I was using my money and relevance to feel important, to trick myself into thinking I would be fine without them. But in my mind, I knew it was a lie. Back at the company, I tried to bury myself in work, but the numbers blurred together. Contracts that once leapt off the page now read like static. My mind wandered, circling the same questions I couldn’t seem to answer.I was always angry, yelling a
Vanessa POV•June 20th•Thursday morningThe quiet of the air soothed me more than I expected. Maybe it was the low vibration humming beneath my feet, steady like a heartbeat, or maybe it was simply the fact that I was finally in the air, suspended between two worlds. Behind me, New York and all its scars; ahead of me, Zanzibar. Some place that promised warmth and water and, maybe, a version of myself I hadn’t been in a long time.I wanted to believe in that promise.Daniel sat across from me, watching with the kind of patience that amused me. He didn’t choke me. Just sat with his glass of apple juice, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled back to reveal forearms that once made me dizzy. His gaze wasn’t demanding, it was steady. Warm. Waiting.And I didn’t know what to do with it.“I can almost see you thinking,” he said after a while, his mouth curving.I tried to smile back, but it came out weaker than I wanted. “That’s because I am. I can’t seem to stop.”“Thinking about what?”I hesita
Mandi’s POV Later that nightThe children were finally asleep. Gwen had curled into her blankets with a book still open across her chest, James sprawled sideways like a starfish, his toy truck abandoned at the foot of the bed. Liam had resisted the longest, blinking back stubborn tears at being separated from his mother, but exhaustion had claimed him at last. His soft breathing filled the quiet of the room.I lingered in the doorway a moment longer than necessary, watching the steady rise and fall of their small chests. Safe. Protected. That was enough.The phone in my hand felt heavier than it should. I’d been staring at Tobias’s number for ten minutes, debating whether to press it. He wasn’t my family, not really. And yet, he was the one thread in Edward’s family I trusted. Barely, but enough. He’d shown glimpses of sense, glimpses of decency.And I was done being silent.I stepped into the hallway, closing the door softly behind me, and pressed the call button.He answered on th
Daniel’s POVJune 19thThe jet landed in London under a sky streaked with gray, the kind of moody clouds that seemed to hang heavy even in the middle of summer. I leaned back against the leather seat, loosening the knot of my tie. For once, my mind wasn’t tangled in business numbers or boardroom strategies. It was focused entirely on one thing. Her.Vanessa.I hadn’t seen her in a week. A week since she left. carrying Liam with her, to find safety in her sister’s arms. A week that felt like months. And now I was here, not for a deal or a meeting, but for her, first both of us.The driver opened the car door when we arrived at Mandi’s home, a brick townhouse with flower boxes on the windows and children’s laughter spilling faintly into the air. It felt far removed from the chaos of New York, from the scandals and the suffocating flash of paparazzi cameras.Vanessa was waiting on the front step.The sight of her hit me harder than I expected. Jeans, a loose cardigan, red hair tied back,
June 18thDaniel’s POVThe sky and I were already more than acquainted by now. I sat in the chair of my private jet staring at the clouds while the engines vibrated in a low hum. The world below blurred into patchwork fields, winding rivers, and the ocean stretching like liquid steel.I was used to sights like this more times than I could count. Late-night flights for business trips, early mornings chasing board approvals, flying halfway across the world to put out another corporate fire. But this wasn’t business.This was Vanessa.Every mile between New York and London felt like another mile closer to her, closer to the quiet hope I’d been guarding since the day I first pulled her into my arms and saw her soften against me. Since the night she told me yes to Zanzibar.That yes had changed something in me.I wasn’t the kind of man who asked twice. In business, in relationships, in life. I made my move, and if the door slammed shut, I walked away. But with Vanessa, the game had been
June 18thVanessa’s POVThe day was bright enough to sting my eyes when we stepped onto the beach. The salt-heavy wind curled through my hair, tugging at the hem of my sundress as Liam dashed ahead with Gwen and James, their laughter carrying across the sand like a melody I hadn’t heard in too long.Mandi walked beside me, balancing a cooler on her hip, her husband trailing with folded beach chairs. The tide glittered in the distance, rolling waves flashing like polished glass. I felt the corners of my lips lift, hesitant but real.The body guards were also on standby, observing us from a little distance.For once, it was easy to pretend. Easy to watch Liam shriek as James buried his legs in the sand. Easy to smile when Gwen tugged me down to help her build a crooked sandcastle. For an hour, I let myself slip into their rhythm, let myself believe in a small world where the only thing that mattered was whether the tide would swallow our fortress before we finished it.I didn’t expect a