로그인Amanda Salvatore“Shh, baby, what’s gotten into you?” I whispered, bouncing Aurora gently on my hip as she fussed for the third time that afternoon.The second the words left my mouth, my phone lit up on the coffee table with a new notification. A gossip blog post popped up ...a blurry but unmistakable photo of Sara pushing Elly in a stroller, Kingsley smiling beside her like the perfect husband. The headline read: “Sara Salvatore’s picture-perfect family life“.The moment Aurora heard Sara’s name mentioned in the voice-over of the video, she stopped crying instantly. Her little body relaxed against me, and those big eyes locked onto the screen with pure, peaceful fascination. A soft, happy coo bubbled from her lips ...the kind she never gave me so easily.My heart twisted painfully.“There you go again,” I muttered, staring down at her. “Every single time Sara appears, you turn into a little angel. What about me, huh? I’m the one who carries you, feeds you, stays up all night with yo
Sara M. Salvatore The envelope arrived two days later. It sat on the marble kitchen island like a bomb wrapped in elegant cream paper, the private lab’s discreet logo embossed in silver. My husband had been the one to bring it inside. I hadn’t been able to touch it for nearly twenty minutes. Now, my hands trembled as I finally tore it open. Kingsley stood behind me, his strong arms wrapped around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder. His body was warm and solid....my anchor. But even he couldn’t stop the violent thudding of my heart. I pulled out the single sheet of paper. “Paternity and Maternity DNA Analysis Report“ My eyes blurred as they scanned the results. Then the words hit me like a freight train. “Probability of Maternity: 99.9998%....Conclusion: Sara M. Salvatore is the biological mother of the child, Elly Salvatore.“ A broken sob escaped my throat before I could stop it. “She’s mine…” I whispered, staring at the black ink until the letters swam. Kingsley’s arms
Sara M. Salvatore“You’re serious about this?” I whispered, my fingers clenching so tightly around the warm porcelain cup that I feared it might crack. Across the sleek marble kitchen island, Kingsley met my gaze without flinching.“Dead serious,” he replied, his deep voice steady but laced with quiet intensity. His sharp eyes searched mine, as if he could see every crack forming in my soul.Soft morning light spilled through the tall windows, painting the room in golden hues, yet it did nothing to chase away the shadows twisting inside me. I hadn’t slept. Every time my eyes closed, Aurora’s face haunted me… then Elly’s… then the two of them, tangled together in a nightmare I couldn’t escape.“I feel ridiculous,” I admitted, my voice barely above a breath as shame burned my cheeks. “What kind of mother even thinks this?”Kingsley rose from his chair in one fluid motion, powerful and protective, rounding the island like a man on a mission. “The kind who’s been through hell and is fight
Sara M. Salvatore (Back At Home In NY) “You’ve been quiet since we got back, what’s on your mind,” Kingsley said softly as he loosened his tie, his brows slightly furrowed while he watched me closely. “I’m fine,” I replied quickly, forcing a small smile as I placed Elly gently into her crib, my fingers lingering on the edge longer than necessary as my chest felt tight. He didn’t move right away. He just stood there, watching me like he always did when he knew I wasn’t telling the full truth. “You don’t look fine,” he said calmly, his voice steady but concerned as he took a step closer, his eyes searching my face. His piercing blue eyes searching my soul intensively. I let out a slow breath, turning away from him as I adjusted the baby’s blanket again, even though it didn’t need fixing. “It’s nothing serious,” I murmured, my voice softer now as I tried to brush it off, my fingers tightening slightly. He stepped closer behind me and gently grabbed his huge strong arms a
Sara M. Salvatore “Come here, Elly, slowly, don’t rush,” I said softly as I bent slightly, my hands stretched out toward her, my voice gentle while I watched her tiny steps with careful attention. The kids event in Pemberton city was lively, filled with children crawling and laughing, parents chatting in soft tones, but my focus stayed on her as she moved toward me, her little hands reaching out, her face calm in a way that always felt just a little distant to me. I had received an invite weeks ago, but it always slipped my mind... Until yesterday when my husband reminded me, if am being honest. I loved how thoughtful he always was. “You’re doing so well,” my husband said beside me, his voice warm and proud as he glanced between me and Elly, his eyes soft with admiration. “I’ll just check something at the other section and be right back,” he added, brushing his fingers lightly against my arm. “Okay,” I replied quietly, nodding as my eyes returned to Elly, watching her every m
Tom McCarthy“Why won’t you stop crying?” I muttered under my breath, my jaw tightening as I stared down at the baby in the crib, irritation rising with every sharp sound she made, my fingers curling slowly at my sides.Her cries only grew louder. It grated on my nerves.I stepped closer, my eyes narrowing as I looked at her properly, really looked this time, and something about her face made something dark twist inside me.Sara. That was all I could see. The resemblance. The reminder and the defiance.“You think you can look at me like that?” I said quietly, my voice dropping as anger took over, my hand gripping the edge of the crib. “You think you’re special?”The baby cried harder, her tiny body squirming helplessly.Something snapped.Before I could stop myself, my hand moved, rough and careless as I grabbed her arm, my grip far too tight for something so small.“Stop it,” I snapped, my voice sharp and cold as I shook her slightly, my patience completely gone.The cries turned int
Sara MichaelsThe next morning came too soon.I stood under the shower longer than I should have, letting the hot water pound against my shoulders until my skin turned pink. Yesterday’s cold still lingered in my bones...like the patio water, like Tom’s stare, like Emily’s laugh echoing in my ears.
Tom McCarthyThe office smelled like fresh coffee and money, the way it always did on launch mornings. Floor-to-ceiling glass, city skyline bleeding gold through the blinds, my team buzzing quietly...behind frosted partitions. Everyone moved fast..headphones on, fingers flying over keyboards, voic
Sara Sara woke before the sun had fully risen.Her body ached the moment she tried to move.Every muscle felt stiff, and the burning pain across her back reminded her immediately of what had happened the night before.She closed her eyes for a moment, forcing herself to breathe through it.Don’t c
Sara MichaelsSara barely remembered how she managed to walk through the front door.Her hands were still shaking from the article she had just read in the car. Her phone felt heavy in her grip, the screen still displaying the cruel headline that had already begun spreading across every gossip page







