LOGIN~ ISLA ~The warm, familiar living room of Grandma’s lakeside house felt suffocatingly small.Outside the window, the sun glinted off the calm water, but inside, the air was dense with the weight of a twenty-six-year-old lie.Grandma sat across from me on the floral sofa, her hands trembling as she clutched a handkerchief. Allison was nowhere to be seen. Before a single word could be exchanged in the garden, Grandma had gently intervened, asking Alice—no, Allison—to give us a few moments alone. She wanted to be the one to explain everything to me first.I sat stiffly in the armchair opposite her, my hands resting over my stomach. My heart was still hammering against my ribs—a wild, chaotic rhythm that I couldn't seem to calm. I forced myself to take slow, deliberate breaths, desperately trying to compose my fractured thoughts while I waited for the elderly woman to speak.Grandma Ruth looked up, her eyes red and brimming with tears. "Isla... I am so, so sorry, my dear. I am so sorry f
~ ISLA ~The steady hum of the car’s engine filled the quiet space as we sped along the highway toward New Jersey.Outside the window, the concrete skyline of Manhattan gave way to rolling green trees and open stretches of blue sky.This visit had been planned beforehand, but Alistair had an urgent board meeting today, so I decided to go ahead without him since I missed Grandma so much. Ever since our last visit, I hadn't been able to come back—not until I got pregnant, and after so many things had happened.Alistair had been utterly reluctant to let me out of his sight. To put his mind at ease, I finally allowed him to wrap me in a web of security. He assigned four of his top bodyguards to escort my car in a black SUV trailing close behind, with strict orders to guard the perimeter the moment we arrived."I'll be there the second the vote finishes," he had promised, pressing a firm, lingering kiss against my temple before his car sped off in the opposite direction. "Don't strain your
~ ISLA ~The sterile smell of disinfectant finally began to recede as Alistair escorted me down the main concourse of the hospital. His tall frame hovered closely beside me, his arm resting protectively around my waist to steady my every step, treating me as though I were made of fragile glass.After two days of being confined to a hospital bed, stepping into the crisp morning air at the grand glass entrance felt like an absolute relief."Take it slow," Alistair murmured, his voice low and warm near my ear. His fingers tightened gently on my hip. "The car is waiting right by the curb."I looked up at him, a small smile tugging at my lips as I remembered the raw, tender confession he had made to me in the dark of my hospital room. Even without his memories, the fact that his heart had chosen me again was something I couldn't imagine. That simple truth had filled my chest with a quiet, glowing warmth that made the chill in the air disappear."Alistair, I'm just pregnant and slightly exh
~ ALLISON ~Silence stretched between us, thick and suffused with a dangerous tension.The sheer, staggering audacity of his question left me momentarily speechless. The nerve of this man—marching onto my property after so many years of absence, dragging up every buried ghost of my past, and then having the gall to demand an account of my personal life!A dark, hot wave of fury surged through my veins, incinerating the last remnants of my sorrow."That," I bit out, my voice dripping with cold venom, "is none of your damn business."Antonio didn't retreat from my retort. Instead, he slowly straightened his posture, his dark eyes fixed on mine as he reached down with maddening composure to adjust the lapels of his tailored suit jacket."Since Richard was kind enough to invite me for breakfast," he said in a tone that was shockingly smooth, almost offhand, "I believe I'll accept. I haven't eaten a proper meal since yesterday."Before I could even process the absurdity of his words, he to
~ ALLISON ~The moment his arms wrapped around my waist, my breath caught like a block of lead in my chest.His body pressed against mine, broad and burning with a familiar warmth I had spent long years trying to forget. The faint, subtle scent of his cologne flooded my senses, violently dragging me back to a life I thought I had successfully buried."I'm sorry," he uttered once more against the crook of my neck, his voice breaking in a way I had never heard in all the years I knew him. "I'm so sorry, Allison... I'm so sorry."A bitter, agonizing ache bloomed behind my ribs. Sorry. A single word to cover twenty-six years of chaos, silence, and betrayal.Our relationship back then had been a hurricane. It was toxic, tangled, and endlessly complicated by his entanglement with Harriet. Harriet had been my best friend, yet I found myself trapped in a web of slander, framed for crimes I never committed—including the vile accusation that I was the one who poisoned her. I had no solid eviden
~ ANTONIO ~The small woven basket in Alice's hands slipped from her fingers. It hit the wooden floorboards with a soft thud, sending dried lavender and chamomile scattering across her doorway.She didn't look down. Her eyes locked onto mine, and in an instant, I watched her initial shock warp into absolute rage.Underneath that blazing anger, though, I didn't miss the faint, tiny tremor in her fingers or the sudden, shallow hitch in her chest. She was panicking internally. It was subtle, almost unnoticeable—the kind only a man who had memorized every inch of her twenty-six years ago would ever recognize. She was trying to bury it under a wall of fire, hoping I would see only her rage and back down.I swallowed past the lump in my throat and stepped up onto the porch steps. My chest felt agonizingly tight. For decades, I had viewed her through the bitter lens of a man who believed he had been abandoned, left alone with the ashes of a destroyed life. I used to tell myself she was a gho







