LOGINLAURA It was moments like this I really wished my brain didn't go into autodrive. The situation was right there in front of me, plain as day, and yet my mind refused to accept what my eyes were seeing.What was Juniper doing in Santorini?"L—Laura?" She muttered in equal shock and disbelief, her mouth agape. But she wasn't looking at me. Not really. Her eyes had drifted somewhere just past my shoulder, and I already knew what had caught them.Shit."Mummy," Alec muttered, and we both turned back to look at him. "Why are we stopping?"Juniper's hands flew to her mouth, her gaze stunned and bewildered all at once. That was right — I never said goodbye to her after the divorce with Xavier. And certainly no one knew I was pregnant at the time. So her seeing me right now, with no one else's child but Xavier's, might just be the biggest screw up of my life."W—who is that?" She managed to ask, her eyes still locked on Alec, who just looked back at her in quiet confusion.All I could hear w
LAURA "Tell me what happened," I said, once we were in the car and he was all buckled in, his little legs swinging. He considered my question seriously before answering. “The other kids are annoying," he said finally. "And snotty." "Snotty?" "Literally. Oliver had something on his face and he kept trying to touch me." "Baby, you can't keep doing this. You have to go to daycare. Mummy has to work." "I know." He said it in the same tone he used when he understood something perfectly well and found it inconvenient. "You should try making some friends. Someone other than Oliver." "I don't need friends." He said simply. “You do need friends, Auric. Everyone does." He looked out the window, his small full lips curving into a frown as he pouted. "What if we tried again next week? Just two days instead of four. I’m certain you’ll warm up to it if you just give it a chance." “I doubt the chances of that.” “Don’t you trust your sweet Mum anymore,” I pouted myself and m
LAURA I heard him before I saw him—even muffled through a door and a corridor it was unmistakable. My son, crying for me. Ms. Renata met me at the entrance with a look of genuine relief. "He calmed down a little but he's been asking for you every five minutes." "I'm so sorry," I said almost immediately. “I think it might take him a little more time to adapt.” “Maybe,” she responded with a worried gaze and I couldn’t blame her. I went through the door and Auric spotted me from across the room and everything else stopped. "Mummy!” He was racing toward me in an instant—a two year old already faster than made sense—launching himself at me with absolute certainty that I would catch him. And I did. He buried his face in my neck, and I held him tighter than was probably necessary, breathing him in. I was glad that he was at least okay. "I've got you," I whispered, cradling him. "I've got you, baby. I'm here." It took a few minutes for the shuddering to stop. When he final
LAURA THREE YEARS LATER Three years was a long time. Long enough to build something new. Long enough for the thing you’d left behind to stop feeling like a raging, open wound and start feeling more like a scar—slowly healing and slowly fading. Sure, the mark was still there, but it wasn’t anything like it used to be. And most mornings, I didn’t even think about it at all. …Most mornings. Room 4B smelled faintly of antiseptic and that particular brand of detergent hospitals always seemed to use. Mr. Marcus was asleep when I came in to check his vitals, his chest rising and falling in that slow, steady rhythm I’d learned to read the same way other people read weather. I noted his numbers on the chart, adjusted his blanket without waking him, and slipped back out into the corridor with a sigh. I was relieved he was doing much better compared to when he came in. St. Marguerite was a big hospital. If I was being entirely honest, big was a painful understatement. I learned t
LAURA I never knew a day like this would come. From the very moment I realized I was in love and wanted to spend my life with Xavier, I'd envisioned us always being together. There were so many times I could've called it quits, but I didn't. But this time was different. "I can't be with you anymore, Xavier," I whispered, unable to keep my tears at bay. "I just can't." If he looked disheveled and distressed when I first walked into the room, it was nothing compared to how he looked now. He looked shocked, and several emotions ran across his face — pain, guilt, and something else I couldn't name. "Lau…" he paused and swallowed. It looked painful, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. His face contorted and his mouth hung open as if he'd lost the will to speak. I kept a calm, stoic face, but I was dying inside. Part of me wanted to run into his arms and say it was a joke, but I knew this was reality. A painful reality we both had to accept. He tried again, his voice
LAURA I’d made the decision right then and there, sitting in that little café with my hand still pressed against my belly, thinking about that little boy and his grateful parents and the simple, uncomplicated love they shared. Anyone would call me crazy. Waking up one morning and deciding to divorce my billionaire husband who could give me the world and more. But they didn’t know the full story and they might never know. And honestly? I couldn’t think of a more perfect way to end things. There was just too much. Too much danger, too many secrets, too many ghosts haunting us from graves we’d never be able to escape. The sole reason I’d been with Xavier to start with—Grace’s dying wish—was likely rooted in guilt rather than genuine affection. She’d chosen me for her son not because she saw something special in me, but because she was trying to atone for her husband’s sins. So what was the point of it? I loved Xavier. God, I loved him with an intensity that terrified even
LAURA My eyes shot open and I jerked upright, panic flooding through my system.Where was I? Had Alexei caught me? Was I back in that warehouse?My hands flew up to my mouth, my breathing coming in short, desperate gasps as I looked around wildly but soon, relief washed over me in tides.I recogni
LAURA My hands were slick with sweat on the steering wheel, the SUV swerving wildly across the highway as I fought to keep it under control.I’d barely driven anything in years, talk less of something this massive and powerful but desperation was sure one hell of a motivator, and right now it was
XAVIER “Boss, boss, boss!” I could hear Marcus’s voice through my haze of sleep and I was already annoyed. I forced my eyes open, the bright lights of the infirmary stabbing into my skull. My head was still pounding, my body felt like it had been run over by a truck, and the last thing I needed w
LAURAI looked out of the window at the passing buildings as we drove at high speed. The car was relatively silent despite there being four people in it.The driver, Juniper at the front seat, and of course my lovely soon-to-be husband right next to me. The silence was suffocating.It wasn’t helpi







