로그인Kade POVI saw it the moment she walked through the door. Displeasure, plain and sharp, flashing across her face for just a second before she could hide it away again behind that calm, careful mask of hers.I crossed the room toward her anyway, closing the distance between us slowly before she could put any more space between us than she already wanted to."You look like you hate me," I said quietly, once I was close enough that only she could hear it.She didn't deny it. She didn't confirm it either. She simply walked past me and took her seat at the head of the table, smoothing her skirt as she sat."You're standing in my meeting room like you own it," she said, not even bothering to glance up at me. "You don't own anything here. This is my building, my room, my meeting.""Would you rather I sat down and pretended I wasn't here at all?""I'd rather you explain why you're standing in my building at all, in the first place.""Mr. Bolton invited me.""Mr. Bolton didn't tell me who his
Wren POVI woke up tired, the sleep I'd managed through the night barely enough to carry me through the long day that still lay ahead of me.I went straight to Quinn's room first, before even thinking about myself or my own morning and pulled open her small closet to find something suitable for her to wear to school."Not that one," Quinn said immediately, wrinkling her nose at the dress I held up."Quinn, we don't have time this morning.""I don't like it. I want the yellow one. The yellow one is my favorite.""The yellow one is dirty.""Then I'm not going."We went back and forth like that for several long minutes, both of us getting louder with every exchange, until I finally gave in and pulled out the yellow dress from the laundry basket, deciding quietly that it looked clean enough after all. Quinn smiled wide, deeply satisfied, like she had just won some great and important victory over me.Breakfast, once we finally got to it, wasn't any easier either."I don't want eggs.""It'
Wren POV You smell like her. I got home later than I meant to that evening, my mind still stuck back in that meeting room, back to the warmth of his hand around my wrist and the way his breath had felt against my neck. I went straight to the kitchen anyway, pulling out pots and pans, trying hard to lose myself in the simple motion of cooking. Chop. Stir. Season. I needed something ordinary to hold onto, something that didn't have his face attached to it anywhere at all. I failed completely. I stood at the stove, stirring something I could no longer even name, my thoughts drifting helplessly back to the sound of his voice, the warmth of him so close, the words he'd murmured without ever meaning to say them out loud. I didn't notice the water had begun boiling over, hissing angrily against the hot metal, until a small hand tugged at my sleeve. "Mom. Mom, the water's burning." I blinked hard and looked down to find Quinn staring up at me, her small face pulled into a frown of con
Kade POV I watched her leave the room, and I couldn't stop my eyes from following her all the way to the door. Something about her had been sitting heavy in my chest since the moment I first walked into that meeting, something strange and stubborn that I couldn't name and couldn't shake loose no matter how hard I tried to push it aside. The way she held herself. The way her voice dropped when she was holding something back. The way she had gone so still under my hand, like she was bracing for something she couldn't explain. It all reminded me of Elira. Not her face. That was the strange part, the part that kept catching on itself in my mind. Wren Ashford did not look like my wife. She had different hair, different eyes, a different way of carrying her shoulders entirely. And yet everything underneath that, every small gesture, every careful pause before she spoke, felt like something I had known once, a long time ago, in a life that had slipped through my fingers. She was shutti
Wren POV"You were shaking," Kade said, still standing close behind me. "And you looked genuinely unwell. I didn't stop to think, I just —"I pulled myself together, fast, before he could see any more of me than he already had.He cannot know. He cannot ever find out who I truly am. If he finds out, he will take Quinn away from me, and I will lose the one thing I built this entire life to protect, piece by careful piece.I slipped the coat slowly off my shoulders and turned to hand it back to him, my movements stiff and tightly controlled."Thank you for your concern, Mr. Reyes." My voice came out harder than I meant it to. "But that wasn't necessary."He blinked, visibly taken aback by the sharpness of my tone, but he took the coat without any argument and settled back slowly into his seat across from me. I sat too, folding my hands on the table, forcing my spine straight."Let's get back to business," I said, my tone brisk and businesslike again. "Why are you really here, Mr. Reyes?
Wren POVI walked into the office that morning already thinking about the day ahead, and Helen fell into step beside me the moment I came through the door, with her notepad in hand as always."Good morning, Miss Ashford. Your schedule for today." She scanned the page as we walked. "First, a meeting with the logistics team at nine. Then a client has requested a sit-down at eleven, though I haven't gotten the name yet, only that it was booked through a third party.""No name at all, not even a hint?""Not yet. Their assistant said they would confirm it closer to the time.""Strange. Keep an eye on it.""I will."The morning went quickly after that. The nine o'clock meeting closed a project we had all been working on for several long weeks, everyone around the table satisfied, hands shaken warmly, papers finally signed. I left feeling good about it. By early afternoon, I was sitting in another meeting, this one with the full board present, going carefully through quarterly numbers and th







