Mag-log inChapter 296 Cynthia's POV Nathaniel's face hardened, his jaw setting in that stubborn way that meant he'd already made up his mind and nothing I said would change it. "I'm going to tell Mom," he said firmly. "She needs to know what Julian is doing. What he's become." "What he's become?" I repeated, my voice rising. "Nathaniel, he hasn't become anything. He's always been gay. This isn't something that happened to him. This is who he is." "It's wrong," Nathaniel said, his voice tight with conviction. "It's ungodly. It goes against everything we were raised to believe, everything our family stands for." "Everything you believe," I shot back. "Not everyone in this family shares your rigid, judgmental view of the world." Nathaniel stepped closer, his expression a mixture of anger and something that looked almost like desperation. "Julian needs to come back to his senses," he said. "He needs to understand that this... this lifestyle he's chosen is unacceptable. That he's putting the
Chapter 295 Bryan's POV I looked Grace directly in the eyes, keeping my voice cold and controlled. "I don't actually give a fuck about whatever drama is going on between you, Anna, and Pascal," I said bluntly. "That's your mess to sort out. What I do care about is making sure you never get found." Grace's eyebrows rose slightly. "Because if the police catch you," I continued, "they'll make you talk. They'll get information about where you took Ethan, where you dumped him, every detail of what happened that night. And that trail will lead them to finding him." I stepped closer, my voice dropping lower. "And I can't let that happen," I said. "Right now, I don't know if Ethan is dead or alive. And honestly? It's better not to know. Better for everyone if he just stays... gone." Grace stared at me for a moment. Then she burst out laughing. The sound was sharp and mocking, echoing off the walls of the alley we were standing in. "This is hilarious," Grace said, wiping at her eyes
Chapter 294 Cynthia's POV Amber had finally fallen asleep. After all the tears, after all the promises I'd made that I desperately hoped I could keep, after holding him close and feeling his small body shake with sobs, he'd exhausted himself into sleep. I'd stayed with him for a while longer, watching his chest rise and fall, his face peaceful in a way it so rarely was when he was awake. I'm going to fix this, I'd promised silently, brushing his hair back from his forehead. I'm going to bring your father home. Finally, I'd slipped out of his room, closing the door quietly behind me. Helen had been in the hallway, her expression sympathetic. "He's been asking about Ethan more lately," she'd said softly. "I think seeing the news coverage... it's making it harder for him to pretend everything's okay." "I know," I'd said. "But we're close now. The police have real leads. We're going to find him." Helen had nodded, but I could see the doubt in her eyes. The same doubt everyone s
Chapter 293 Bryan's POVGrace struggled in my grip, twisting violently, trying to wrench herself free. "Let me go!" she hissed, her voice sharp with panic. "Let me go or I'll…" "I'm not going to report you to the police," I said quickly, tightening my hold just enough to keep her from bolting. "Grace, listen to me. I'm not here to turn you in." She froze, her eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Then what the hell are you doing here?" she demanded. I took a breath, keeping my voice calm and measured. "I came here for selfish reasons," I said. "Reasons that have nothing to do with the police or turning you in or any of that. You don't need to be concerned about me." Grace's expression shifted from panic to confusion. "Selfish reasons," she repeated slowly, studying my face. "What does that mean?" "It means we might actually want the same thing," I said carefully. Grace stared at me for a long moment, her breathing still ragged, clearly trying to decide if I was lying or setting s
Chapter 292 Ethan's POV I barely noticed when the light started fading. Didn't register the sun moving across the sky, didn't feel the temperature dropping as evening approached. All I could see was her face. Cynthia’s face. The memory had ignited something in my brain — not everything, not a flood of returned memories like I desperately wished for—but enough. Enough to remember the curve of her jaw, the exact shade of her eyes, the way her blonde hair fell just to her shoulders. I needed to get it down on paper before it faded. Before the details blurred back into the fog that had consumed the last six months of my life. I'd found paper in Prisca's room and a pencil, and I'd started drawing. Over and over. Sketch after sketch. The first one was wrong — her eyes weren't quite right, too wide, too round. The second was closer but her nose was off, too sharp. The third was better. The fourth is even more so. I kept going, my hand moving frantically across the page, erasi
Chapter 291Ethan's POVPrisca's lips were soft against mine.Warm. Insistent. Moving with a hunger I couldn't reciprocate but couldn't seem to escape either.My hands were on her bare shoulders—when had I let them get there?—and she was pressed against me, her naked body seeking heat and connection and something I couldn't give her.This is wrong, the rational part of my brain screamed. Stop. Push her away. This isn't—And then I felt a bright and sudden and overwhelming.Like lightning cracking across a dark sky.…I was in a car.Night outside. The ocean somewhere close—I could hear waves.And there was a woman beside me.Short blonde hair. Beautiful face. Eyes that held years of pain and longing and something fierce that made my chest ache.Cynthia.My wife.I could see her. Actually see her for the first time in six months.I had just finished kissing her then I led her to a beach house close by and she turned and looked at me."Kiss me again," she said, her voice raw, desperate.
Chapter 187 Cynthia’s POV Ethan and Bryan screamed too. So did Amber. For half a second, the hallway of the Walker mansion erupted into pure chaos. The sound tore out of all of us at once, raw and instinctive, bouncing off the walls and echoing down the corridor like something out of a badly ti
Chapter 184 Ethan’s POV When I drove back into the Walker estate, the sun was already dipping low, painting the sky in streaks of orange and bruised purple that usually brought a sense of calm. Tonight, it did nothing. Everything inside me was restless, wired, unsettled, like my nerves had been s
Chapter 182 Cynthia’s POV “Can I switch to video call?” Pierre asked, and the simple request somehow added to my nervousness, as if seeing his face would make everything more real. “Yeah, sure.” Pierre’s face filled my screen the moment the video connected, bright and animated, his familiar ene
Chapter 177 Ethan’s POV Cynthia’s skin was still warm beneath my lips, still sensitive, still reacting in that familiar way that always unraveled me. She was still sleeping peacefully right beside me and it brought back memories. I can’t afford losing her again. I kissed the curve of her neck







