로그인Dana POV: Like Mother, Like Daughter "Mom, you can talk to me," I say when it looks like my mother is about to shut down her opinion. "Tell me what you're thinking."Mom doesn't look at me, her eyes fixed on the distant skyline. "We already talked, Dana.""And you still prefer Charles, don't you?" I press.Mom finally turns her head, her gaze piercing. She says, "Prefer? It’s not about what I prefer, Dana. It’s about what makes sense. What on earth are you doing?""Mom, I'm carrying his child," I say, my hand instinctively dropping to my stomach. "I can't just carelessly push him away.""He pushed you away," she counters instantly, her voice sharpening. "He divorced you."I take a deep breath. "Well, Mom . . . that's actually something I've been hiding from you."My mother gapes at me, her eyes turning instantly wary, her posture stiffening. "You should tell your mother whatever it is you're hiding. It’s confession week in this house, Dana. Go on."I swallow, looking down at my hand
Dana POV: Mom Talks To Jack About Lori"You sound completely dismal," I say, the silence between us, becoming uncomfortable. "Who exactly is this guy?"Alex shifts his weight, his fingers tapping a tense, rapid rhythm on the table. He says, "Apparently, he is the man I absolutely must see in the next three hours, or I'll have to face some very severe consequences. But don't worry about that right now. I do have a question, Dana.""Shoot."He looks directly into my eyes. "Is it true what Stanton told me? That you love me?"I feel a sudden, intense wave of heat rush up my face. I did not expect that one. And why on earth would he ask me something so deeply personal in such a blunt, forward manner? It feels entirely ungentlemanly, like a trap. I let out a sharp sigh, snapping my head away to look out the restaurant window."What does it even matter, Alex? Honestly," I mutter. "Besides, we shouldn't even be having this kind of discussion seeing as you have Jodie in your life. And she is
Dana POV: Not Out Of The Woods YetI am standing in the sun-drenched lobby of the restaurant, nervously shifting my weight from one foot to the other as my eyes sweep the room for Alex.Even now, a part of me can barely comprehend the reality of the situation. I am meeting Alex for lunch. If someone had told me a month ago that we would be sitting down over a meal together, I would have laughed. What were the odds in a million years?The glass entrance doors swing open, and my breath stops. Alex walks in. He looks magnificent, wearing a blue leather jacket paired with dark denim and rugged leather boots. He has that familiar, slightly bowed stance that gives his stride such an effortlessly attractive silhouette.The moment our eyes meet, a brilliant smile breaks out on his face. He approaches quickly but hesitates a foot away, both of us suddenly frozen in that awkward, post-divorce limbo, not knowing whether to reach for a kiss, a warm hug, or a formal handshake. Taking the initiati
Dana POV: Her Mother Is Something ElseThe early morning sun cuts through the New York mist, casting long, pale shadows across the driveway. Outside, a taxi is already idling by the curb, its exhaust pluming into the cool air. Charles and Derek are standing by the open passenger door, their bags already thrown into the trunk.Derek looks back at me, his coat collar turned up against the morning chill. "Are you coming yet, Dana?" he asks. I shake my head, rubbing my bare arms. "There's stuff I need to sort out here first."Charles gives me a strange, intense stare. His eyes search mine for a long, quiet second. Before I can look away, he steps forward, kisses my cheek lightly, and joins Derek outside. They get into the back of the cab, the doors slam shut with a thud, and pull away."Alex is coming, isn't he?"I turn around. Jack is leaning against the door, a knowing, relaxed look on his face."Yes," I admit.He smiles. "I suspected as much. Me? Looks like I'm stuck here with Cindy
Dana POV: To Listen To Her Heart Or Her Mother?It is nine o'clock in the evening. I am alone, the dark room illuminated only by the harsh, white glare of my laptop screen. My eyes are burning, fixed on an email I received just ten minutes ago from a law firm in California called King and Fisher Chambers.My hands are numb as I read the text for the fourth time. I’ve been sued.The formal legal jargon lays it out in cold, clinical terms: defamation by association and intentional infliction of emotional distress against one Jodie McGuire. The email alleges that I have systematically stalked Alex, orchestrated a public campaign of harassment using my brothers to heckle him, and caused Jodie severe psychological trauma.Downstairs, the muffled murmur of my brothers' voices filters up through the walls, punctuated by an occasional cheer or groan. It’s league night, and they’re all crowded around the TV watching baseball. Charles is down there with them, too. After our drive back from the
Dana POV: Lori Is Cheating With Hymar The regret is sickening. The very second the words leave my mouth, I wish with everything in me that I hadn’t driven down here. This is the kind of toxic, destructive knowledge I never wanted to possess.The silence in the hallway is so thick and awkward. For ten agonizing seconds, Lori and I do nothing but stare at each other. Her chest is heaving, her hands still clutching the wrinkled hem of her dress.Hymar is the first to break. He shifts his weight, stepping slightly in front of Lori, his voice tight but remarkably calm. He whispers to Lori, "I’ll handle this."He walks toward me. I am shaking all over, my eyes huge and burning with shock. Hymar reaches out and opens a glass door to the left, revealing an empty, starkly modern office room."Dana," he says quietly, his eyes pleading. "Can we talk?"My gaze is still riveted on Lori, who hasn't moved an inch from the spot where she's standing. Her shoulders begin to tremble, her face crumplin
Dana POV: In Washington To Play CEO I choose not to ask mom about what I saw at the country club. I don’t have to. The way she keeps glancing at me furtively over breakfast tells me she knows I saw her with Ben Weathers.She doesn’t bring it up and neither do I. Some silences are kinder than ques
Alex POV: The PartyThe top is down on the convertible, and Jodie’s hair whips around her face in black strands. She’s holding her phone at arm’s length, snapping photos, the flash catching the breeze and turning her into something almost luminous. I wanted to take the black Audi, something under
Dana POV: Her Mother Is A Hypocrite I drop Fanny at the airport with a long hug and a promise she’ll be back for the exhibition. She waves from the curb until she disappears through the sliding doors, and I drive back to the gallery feeling lighter than I have in days. When I pull up, Julian Burg
Alex POV: Invited To The Orsini HouseI hate balls. Always have. The stiff tuxedos, the fake smiles, the endless small talk that circles the same three topics of money, power, and who’s getting older faster than they’d like to admit.But Dad mandated my presence tonight, and I’m still trying to cla







