ANNA POV Back home, the air felt lighter. I couldn’t wait to share the news with Teresa — she’d been such a steady presence through everything. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number, my fingers trembling with excitement.“Teresa! You won’t believe what the doctor just told us,” I said as soon as she picked up, my voice bright.“Oh, Anna, tell me everything!” Teresa’s warmth was instant, as if she’d been waiting for this moment.I smiled, heart swelling. “We’re having twins. Two healthy babies.”There was a beat of silence, then a happy gasp. “Oh, my dear! Twins! Bless you, bless you both. That’s wonderful news!” Her voice cracked a little, full of emotion.I laughed softly, feeling tears prick. “Yeah, it’s a surprise for all of us. The doctor said it’s why I haven’t felt as sick as last time.”“I’m so glad you’re okay, Anna. You deserve this joy after everything,” Teresa said, her voice full of tenderness.We talked for a while longer, her excitement matching mine, the hope betwee
JACE POV.The morning sunlight slanted through the windows, spilling across the kitchen table like gold. Nathan was in his high chair, face smeared with mashed banana and an expression of total mischief, while Anna sat across from me, sipping her lukewarm tea like it was the one thing tethering her to sanity.It was peaceful. For once.But something gnawed at me.I watched her closely as she smiled at Nathan’s attempt to bang his spoon against the tray. She looked… radiant. Calm. But not tired. Not sick. Not like someone nearly five months pregnant. No weird cravings. No sudden sprints to the bathroom. No backaches or mood swings. Just a soft bump and steady grace.I cleared my throat, tapping my spoon against my plate. “Can I ask you something?”She glanced up at me, brushing a crumb from her lips. “You just did. But go ahead.”I smirked. “I mean seriously. I've been trying not to overthink it, but—I’ve noticed something. And I figured… better to say it now than let it keep eating
ANNA POVThe road curved gently, winding past olive trees and old stone walls bathed in morning light. Tuscany rolled away behind us like a dream I wasn’t sure I’d lived—full of fire, of reckoning, of healing.Nathan had dozed off in his car seat, his tiny head lolling gently with the rhythm of the drive. Jace reached for my hand across the space between us and squeezed. I looked at him, and he offered a quiet smile. There were no words in that moment, just a soft knowing between us. We were really doing this.We were going back to our newfound life.The airport wasn’t crowded. A private jet waited for us on the tarmac, courtesy of the Lysanders—Jace insisted on it being their parting gift, and I didn’t argue. As the staff loaded our bags, I walked a few steps away, the wind catching the hem of my coat as I turned toward the horizon.Italy had given me so much. Pain. Answers. A child nearly lost—and then found again. It revealed my identity, showed me the cost of silence, the dang
JACE POV.The Tuscan sky was just as I remembered it—wide, golden, bleeding into the hills like an old painting that never quite dried.We stepped off the private jet and the familiar scent hit me: vineyard soil, rosemary on the breeze, old stone and sunlight. It wrapped around us like a memory that hadn’t quite let go.Anna stood still for a moment on the tarmac, her hair caught in the wind, her hand instinctively resting on her stomach. She was quiet and reflective. I didn’t rush her.“It feels different,” she finally said.“Because we’re different,” I replied.We didn’t head straight to the estate. Instead, we drove—windows down, the sun dipping low as we passed rows of olive trees and sunflowers that danced like they remembered her.When we finally reached the Lysander estate, the old gates creaked open like a welcome sigh. The staff greeted us kindly, not with the cold nods they once gave Anna, but with soft eyes and gentler smiles. Things had changed. Maybe not overnight—but en
ANNA POV.The courthouse doors creaked shut behind us with a thud that echoed in my chest. For a moment, I just stood there on the courthouse steps. My hands trembled at my sides, and I felt Jace move closer, slipping his fingers between mine. The warmth of his touch pulled me back to the present.It was over.I had spent years building a life out of scraps, surviving lies, heartbreak, abandonment… and today, I reclaimed every piece of myself they tried to erase.“They’re really gone,” I said, the words tasting foreign on my tongue. “They can’t hurt me anymore.”Jace turned to me, brushing my hair gently away from my face. “They never should have in the first place,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “And you—Anna—you faced it all and didn’t flinch.”I gave him a watery smile. “I did flinch. So many times. But I got back up.”“You didn’t just get up,” he murmured. “You stood tall. You fought back. You didn’t let them win.”A car was waiting for us. As we slid inside, I leaned my
ANNA POV.Days later.The knock on the study door was firm, urgent—but not frantic. I lost a family and found another. I looked up from the small pile of books I had been flipping through, my heart already sensing the shift before the words even came.Jace stood and opened it.Two officers stepped in—Italian, but one was accompanied by a U.S. consulate official, sharp in a blue suit with the calm tone of someone trained to deliver life-altering news without flinching.“Mrs. Lysander,” the consulate official said, offering a gentle nod. “We’re here to inform you that Mr. and Mrs. Hugo have been approved for extradition to the United States.”My heart stuttered.“They’ll be flown out in three days,” the officer continued, “and we’d like you to return as well. The trial for the murder of your father and the fraudulent transfer of your inheritance will be held in New York State.”For a moment, I couldn’t move. I felt as though the floor had dropped beneath me. Jace came to stand beside