MasukEvelyn's POV Evelyn felt it the moment she walked in, like the air itself had thickened overnight. The other sittings had been about formalities, motions, measured words, everyone posturing and staking ground. This one wasn’t polite, this one was sharp, it was the real deal.She took her seat beside Reed, her fingers laced together in her lap, nails pressing into her own skin just to keep herself grounded. Carmen wasn’t inside — she was outside with Jayden, pacing, waiting, praying. That knowledge alone was enough to make Evelyn’s chest ache, but she kept her head high.Across the aisle, Damian sat stiffly, jaw clenched, his expression unreadable. Vanessa sat two seats away from him, perfectly composed, dressed in soft elegance, not her usual, her posture calm, her face carefully neutral.If Evelyn hadn’t lived with her, hadn’t watched her closely for months, she might have believed it. But she knew Vanessa now, she knew that stillness meant calculation.The judge
Damian's POV The second hearing came faster than he expected. A week was not enough time for his mind to settle, not enough time for the anger to fully burn out, not enough time for doubt to stop circling. If anything, the days between the first sitting and this one had sharpened everything. The silence in the mansion had grown louder, the routine had become mechanical. He woke up, worked, returned home, and avoided entire wings of the house without consciously meaning to.Evelyn’s absence no longer felt like a decision, it felt like a scar, like a grave mistake.That morning, he dressed carefully, deliberately. He wore a navy blue suit, perfectly ironed shirt with no tie at first, then he added it anyway. He refused to walk into that courtroom looking like a man who had already lost something he couldn’t name.Reed had stopped showing up at the mansion, they only meet at the office, and he doesn't even speak much to him, unlike before the case. And Gregory? He acted like Damian was
Evelyn’s POVEvelyn didn’t realize how tightly she’d been holding herself together until the courtroom doors closed behind her. The sound was soft, controlled, almost polite, but something inside her loosened all at once. Her shoulders dropped before she could stop them, her fingers, clenched since the moment she’d taken her seat inside, slowly curled open at her sides.She stood there for a second too long, just inside the hallway, staring at nothing in particular.People were moving around her— lawyers speaking in low voices, footsteps echoing against the tiled floor, someone laughed quietly down the hall, and the normalcy of it all made her feel strangely out of place, like she was walking through a world that hadn’t noticed how close she’d come to breaking.She swallowed and took a deep breath.The hearing was over, at least the first one. It hadn’t been intense, there had been no shouting, no accusations thrown across the room. It was all formal language, c
Damian’s POVDamian sat at the defense table, his suit impeccable, posture controlled, expression unreadable. To anyone watching, he looked like the same man who dominated meetings and crushed opposition with calm precision.But inside him, something twisted. It had been weeks since everything unraveled.Weeks since Evelyn left the mansion with Jayden in her arms and Carmen beside her. Weeks since he wired the remainder of the surrogate fee and convinced himself that money could close wounds. Weeks since sleep had become shallow and restless, haunted by the same questions he refused to voice.Was he right?Or was he just afraid of being wrong?The courtroom buzzed softly as lawyers shuffled papers and clerks prepared documents. Damian barely noticed, his focus sharpened the moment the opposite side took their seats.And then he saw him.Reed.Reed Dawson stood at the plaintiff’s table, dark suit tailored but less rigid than Damian’s, his stance calm, eyes sharp w
Vanessa’s POVVanessa was in the middle of rocking Jayson when the burner phone vibrated in the drawer. That alone made her pause, but she didn’t rush to pick it up. She never rushed, rushing was for people who were afraid of missing something. Vanessa knew that whatever or whoever was on that phone would wait. Everything always waited for her.Jayson stirred slightly in her arms, his tiny fingers curling against her silk robe. She hummed softly, the sound automatic, soothing. Once he settled again, she carefully laid him back in his crib, adjusting the blanket so it sat perfectly beneath his chin. Only then did she reach for the phone.The screen lit up, it was an Unknown Caller.She smiled. It was Nurse Felicia calling, she had deleted her number from the phone, and that was why it was labeled “Unknown Caller".She picked up calmly, her voice soft, unbothered.“Hello?”There was a brief pause on the other end, then a familiar, slightly anxious voice slipped throug
Evelyn's POV It had been three weeks since Evelyn left the Blackwood mansion, three weeks since the iron gates closed behind her without ceremony. Three weeks since her life, as she knew it, cracked open and reshaped itself into something quieter, smaller, but painfully real.The apartment was nothing like the mansion, it didn’t have endless corridors or marble floors that sparkled because of how clean it is. It didn’t have staff moving silently in the background or rooms that felt too big for the emotions inside them. Carmen’s apartment, their new shared apartment was modest, cozy and comfortable. And somehow, it felt more like home than anything Evelyn had ever lived in before.She sat on the living room rug with her legs folded beneath her, Jayden stretched out in front of her on a soft play mat patterned with bright animals and shapes. Carmen lay on her stomach opposite them, chin resting on her palms, shaking a small sensory rattle gently in the air.Jayden’s eyes followed the m







