เข้าสู่ระบบVICTORIAFour years laterThe air feels different today — softer, lighter, almost unreal.The sun pours gently over the gardens of Valemont estate, painting the marble white and the grass gold.Children run barefoot across the lawn, their laughter spilling through the breeze like music.I am standin
******************************************************************************************CHASEThe music floats across the beach, slow and warm, the kind that makes the night feel softer than it is.Fairy lights sway in the ocean breeze, and laughter ripples through the guests as I stand near the
VICTORIAThe sand is warm under my heels as we walk down the narrow path leading to the beach, the faint hum of waves mixing with distant laughter.My hand rests lightly on my belly, the other laced tightly with Chase’s because I still can’t believe this is real — that he’s this happy, that we are.
I pretend not to notice, but something cracks quietly inside me.On the jet, she wasn’t exaggerating about sleeping. The moment she sits down, she curls up, adjusts the blanket, and shuts her eyes without a word. I sit across from her and just… stare as the engines hum softly, clouds drift past the
CHASE“That’s it. Close that laptop; we’ll be late,” I say, standing from the couch at House of Valemont, telling her for the tenth time, pretending she didn’t hear me.Victoria doesn’t even flinch. Her eyes stay fixed on the screen, the faint light tracing her sharp cheekbones as she scrolls. “One
The entire ride to House of Valemont, I can’t calm down. I keep rehearsing my steps, my greetings, my smile. My mind runs wild with what-ifs—what if nothing’s the same, what if I walk in and everyone stares? What if I can’t do this? but I try to remain strong until we get there.Once we finally arr
CHASEThe dinner is going perfectly.I sit back, my tie loose, my jacket hanging on the back of the chair, and I feel like the world has slowed down for the first time in a long time.Across from me, under the low amber glow of the restaurant’s lights, Victoria looks like something pulled out of a d
CHASEI can’t sleep. I watch the night stretch long and cruel, my mind refusing to shut up for a second.Every time I close my eyes, I see her. How she looked at me when she found out — not angrily, just hurt. That quiet kind of disappointment that burns longer than rage.I keep telling myself I did
VICTORIAIt’s been a few days since Chase came home, and somehow everything feels both better and worse.He’s recovering fast—too fast if you ask me. He’s already back to working from his penthouse, barking instructions to half the world like he never spent weeks in a hospital bed.I’m only his eyes
We slip in through the back entrance, down to the underground garage.As the car stops, I glance at my reflection in the tinted window. I look tired, maybe even haunted—but the fire in my eyes is back.I head to the elevator and I step inside, press the top floor.When the doors open again, the sigh







