LOGINRosie fell silent for a long moment as they stared at one another.There was something different in her soon-to-be ex-husband's eyes—a vulnerability he had never allowed her to see before.And she would not lie to herself.It shook her.A tremor ran through her as she struggled to understand the overwhelming emotion twisting inside her chest. But one thing was unmistakable.Heartache.It was so intense that she felt as though her heart might simply give out beneath the weight of it.Tears gathered in Rosie's eyes. In that moment, she wanted only one thing: for the pain to stop.She had never wanted Charles's luxury. She had never cared about his enormous mansion, his wealth or the powerful connections that came with the Sterling name.All she had ever wanted was a simple life.A normal life with her husband and daughter."Rosie? Are you all right?" Charles asked softly.He lifted his hand and gently brushed away a tear that had slipped from the corner of her eye with his thumb.Rosie
Rosie headed back towards the school auditorium, but as she passed the principal's office, she noticed the elderly headmistress standing outside the door, seemingly waiting for someone.Rosie tried to walk past without drawing attention to herself.The moment Mrs Andrews spotted her, however, she hurried forwards and caught Rosie by the shoulder. Her fingers tightened around her arm, forcing Rosie to stop.Oh, bloody hell. What now?Rosie glanced over her shoulder."Is something wrong, Mrs Andrews?""Mrs Sterling, I need to speak to you about something."The headmistress's voice sounded hoarse and strained, as though she was every bit as nervous as Rosie suddenly felt."About what?""Let's... discuss it inside my office, shall we?"Rosie's suspicion immediately intensified.The woman's pale face, nervous movements and refusal to explain herself were enough to put Rosie on edge.So Rosie remained where she was."We can talk here, Mrs Andrews. I don't mind."She glanced along the empty
Sebastian had been sleeping soundly, snoring as though he hadn't a care in the world.That peaceful sleep lasted until his phone began ringing incessantly.He frowned and groaned, a dull headache pounding behind his eyes. He had spent the entire night going through documents and hadn't finally allowed himself to close his eyes until five in the morning."Urgh... this is bloody ridiculous," Sebastian muttered.He reached blindly for his phone, squinting at the screen."Desiree?"He pressed the green button."What?""Sir, do you know what time it is?""Er... seven?""It's twenty past nine."Sebastian's eyes narrowed sleepily."Rosie called me a moment ago. She wanted to know whether you were already at the office because Izzie's play is starting in ten minutes."There was a brief silence.Then—"Oh, shit!"Sebastian's eyes flew open.He practically launched himself out of bed, rushing into the bathroom to splash cold water over his face. Seconds later, he was back on the phone."Desiree
It was well past ten, yet Sebastian was still in his home office, buried beneath a mountain of documents on his laptop.Rosie brought him a cup of herbal tea before heading to Izzie's bedroom to tuck her daughter into bed."You need to go to sleep now, darling," Rosie said when she found Izzie still standing in front of the mirror, practising her lines. "You've got a big day tomorrow morning.""I know, Mummy. I'm just sooooo excited!" Izzie replied, never taking her eyes off her reflection.Rosie smiled and walked up behind her. She gently rested a hand on her daughter's shoulder."You're not nervous at all?""Nope!""That's good. You don't need to be frightened of anything." Rosie tried to encourage her daughter, wanting Izzie to grow into a confident and strong woman—everything Rosie herself had never managed to become."Mm-hm. Mummy too, all right?"Izzie placed her little hand over Rosie's on her shoulder."Don't be nervous, Mummy. No matter what happens, I'll always be there to p
Rosie rose from Sebastian's office chair and quietly made her way out.She walked slowly down the corridor before stopping when she spotted Desiree sitting nearby, sipping a cup of coffee while scrolling through something on her iPad.Their eyes met.Rosie managed a small, tentative smile, hoping to ease the tension between them.Desiree immediately looked away.The gesture made Rosie's heart sink."I've packed your lunch bag and left it in the pantry," Desiree said without looking at her. "Just grab it and go."Rosie hesitated."Don't talk to me. I've got things to do."The dismissal was deliberate.Rosie lowered her gaze."Thank you," she murmured before walking towards the pantry.She collected her lunch bag, but instead of leaving immediately, she paused and glanced back at Desiree."Um... Desiree, I don't know if you'll like this, but..."She opened the lunch bag, took out a small container and placed it on the table."It's a cup of pumpkin pudding I made this morning. I made a l
Oh, shit. I've just realised I'm not afraid of anything except losing Rosie.Sebastian began to panic.He had been so consumed by the fear of losing the woman he loved that he'd completely forgotten about every other fear he'd ever had.Should I just say I'm scared of insects?He grimaced internally.Bloody hell, that's far too clichéd. And completely uncool.Rosie sensed his sudden nervousness, though she had no idea what had caused it. Wanting to make things easier for him, she decided to ask the question directly."Sebastian, have you ever been afraid of someone in your life?" she asked. "Like... your Big Brother?""Ah."Sebastian wasn't surprised by the question.If anything, he was more surprised that Rosie hadn't asked him about it sooner, especially after he'd admitted that he was scheming against his own Big Brother—the same man who had enough influence to bend the law to suit his needs."Don't worry about that," Sebastian replied lightly, deliberately giving the impression th
Her fingers trembled as she dialled his number.He picked up almost immediately.“Yes?”“Where is my daughter?” Rosie demanded.A soft chuckle. “You mean our daughter?”Her jaw tightened. “Don’t play games with me, Charles.”“She’s fine,” he said casually. “We’re at the toy store. She’s picking wha
Rosie sat at the dining table, the candlelight flickering softly against untouched plates. The roasted chicken—Isabella’s favourite—had long since gone cold.She glanced at the clock.Nine o’clock.Charles Sterling was not home.He had promised. He had promised their daughter he would return before
Rosie scarcely realised she had begun to run until the corridor stretched before her like something endless, her heels striking sharply against the marble as though urging her forward. Tears blurred her vision, spilling freely now, unchecked and unwelcome.This family… they’re all monsters.The tho
Rosie reacted at once, catching hold of her daughter’s arm and gently but firmly pulling her aside.“I’m so sorry, Sebastian,” she said quickly. “P–Please don’t be upset with Izzie. She’s only a child, I—”“Tch. It’s fine,” he cut in, dismissive. “Just make me the same smoothie. And from now on, yo







