LOGINReed’s POVReed was halfway through arguing with Carmen about whether babies could actually sense emotional tension when his phone started ringing.He glanced at the screen, it was Damian Blackwood.For a second, he considered not answering.Not out of spite—though there was some of that—but because he already knew what this call would be about. The case had crossed a line today, several lines, actually. Legal ones, moral ones, emotional ones. And Reed had spent the better part of the afternoon holding Evelyn together with careful words and professional distance, even as his own chest still felt tight from what had come out in that courtroom.He exhaled slowly and answered.“Reed,” Damian’s voice came through, low and controlled, but Reed had known him long enough to hear what lived beneath it.“Damian,” Reed replied evenly. “What do you need?”There was a pause.“I need Evelyn’s address.”Reed closed his eyes briefly.There it was, straight to the point, as alway
Damian’s POVThe drive back to the mansion was silent, not the comfortable kind. Not the familiar, practiced silence Damian had mastered over the years—the one that came from control and certainty. This silence was heavy, oppressive, filled with words that had already been said and truths that could never be taken back.The car moved smoothly along the road, tires rolling against the tarred floor, but Damian barely registered the passing streets. His hands were folded tightly in his lap, fingers clenched as though holding onto something invisible. His jaw ached from how long he had kept it locked.Beside him, Gregory sat quietly, his cane resting between his knees, his gaze fixed out the window. The old man had said nothing since they left the courthouse, but Damian could feel his presence like a steady weight—watching, thinking, waiting.Damian’s mind wasn’t in the car, it was still in the courtroom, still on Evelyn. The moment replayed in his head without mercy.T
Evelyn’s POVThe words didn’t land all at once, they came in fragments, sharp and disjointed, like glass shattering in slow motion.“switched the babies”, “the child wasn’t hers”, “Evelyn was carrying twins”.For a moment, Evelyn thought she had misheard. Thought maybe the courtroom had tilted, or her ears had betrayed her under the weight of everything that had already happened. Her body was seated, upright, composed, but her mind slipped somewhere else entirely.Twins.The word echoed, hollow and cruel.Her breath hitched, shallow and uneven, as if the air itself had suddenly thinned. She stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on nothing, because if she looked—if she truly looked—she was afraid she would fall apart in a way she could never recover from.Twins?She felt everything, not just shock, not just grief, but loss.A deep, painful loss that crawled up her spine and wrapped tight around her ribs.Her fingers trembled in her lap. She hadn’t even realized they w
Damian’s POVThe courtroom was unnervingly still, not because nothing was happening, but because everything was about to. The kind of stillness that crept under the skin, pressed against the ribs, and made breathing feel like an effort. Damian sat upright, his hands clasped together, knuckles pale, jaw tight enough to ache.Vanessa sat only a few seats away now, she was no longer just a witness, no longer merely an observer sitting pretty and composed. She was seated where defendants sat, posture stiff, eyes sharp with something feral beneath the fear. Her lawyer leaned in occasionally, whispering things Damian couldn’t hear, but it didn’t matter.He already knew whatever was about to come out would not be small.The judge adjusted her glasses, glanced down at the file before her, then looked up. “Miss. Hart,” she said evenly, “you are now being questioned as a party of interest and potential co-defendant in this case. You are required to answer truthfully.”Vanes
Vanessa's POV She sat rigid in the back seat, hands clasped tightly in her lap, nails digging into her skin. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, fast and uneven, each pulse reminding her that she was still breathing, still standing—but only barely.Nothing had gone according to plan, not today, and not anymore. She could feel it.She kept her face composed as the car came to a stop. One of the security guards opened the door, and Vanessa stepped out with practiced grace, her heels clicking against the stone path.She straightened her back instinctively, lifting her chin, forcing her shoulders into place. Anyone watching would see the same Vanessa Hart they always saw—elegant, poised, untouched.But something had shifted, and the staff noticed.She could feel it in the way eyes lingered a second too long, in the hesitation before greetings, in the subtle tightening of expressions that hadn’t been there before. Vanessa walked past them all and went straight to he
Evelyn's POV The courthouse was behind them now, at least till the next sitting. The murmurs, the stares, the sharp scrape of polished shoes against marble floors, the way every breath inside that room felt measured and watched—it all faded the moment Carmen shut the door and leaned her full weight against it.“Jesus Christ,” Carmen muttered. “If I had to sit in that courtroom for one more second, I would’ve flipped a table.”Evelyn let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. It came out shaky, uneven, like her lungs were relearning how to work. She carefully adjusted Jayden in her arms, pressing a kiss into his soft hair. He was asleep, completely unaware that his name had echoed through a courtroom again, that his existence had become the center of something ugly and loud and far too adult for a child who still smelled like milk and powder.“At least the outcome of the sitting was nice,” Carmen added, pushing off the door and toeing off her heels. “Be







