ANNA POV.I lay there in the dark, pretending to sleep, listening to the quiet. Jace had finally made it home, but he was still so far away. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the hallway, but it was like he wasn’t fully here, like part of him was still back at work. I could feel it. When he came into the room, I tried to keep my eyes closed, but his presence was hard to ignore. I heard him freshen up, the soft click of the bathroom door, the rustle of him moving around. He came back into the room, and I felt him stand over me for a moment before he leaned down and kissed my cheek. It was a familiar gesture, but tonight it felt different, colder somehow. I forced my eyes open, pretending I’d just woken up. “What kept you so late?” I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I didn’t want to seem too concerned, but the truth was, I was. He’d been staying late a lot, and even though he’d told me it was work, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of doubt every time he
ANNA POV.The next day, Jace stayed home from work. I couldn’t remember the last time we had spent a whole day together, just the three of us—me, Jace, and Nathan. The idea of him working from home was the kind of thing I had longed for, the kind of simple thing that would make everything feel normal again. We spent the morning with Nathan, taking turns holding him, playing with him, making him laugh as he grabbed at our fingers, his little giggles filling the air. For a brief moment, it felt like we were a family again—just a family, without all the stress and the unspoken tension that had been weighing us down. “You need to take care of yourself more,” Jace said, as we watched Nathan play on the carpet, his hands trying to grasp a toy. “You’re looking like a shadow of yourself, Anna.”His words struck me in a way I wasn’t expecting. I smiled, trying to hide how much they stung, but there was a small part of me that appreciated the honesty, even if it felt a little too raw.“I’ll
JACE POV.I pushed through the room door and found her there, standing by the window. She didn’t turn when I entered, but I could see the way her shoulders were stiff, her jaw tight. I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the sense of distance that clung to her like a fog.“Anna,” I started, taking a step forward. “What happened?” She didn’t answer right away, but I saw her gaze flick to the door. The one that had just closed behind Sophie when she left.I followed her eyes, but I didn’t understand. I never did. “I’m not sure what the issue is. Sophie just came over to drop off a few things for work. It wasn’t like you weren’t welcome to join us.” My tone was trying to stay calm, to keep the peace, but underneath it, there was something a little too sharp.She turned around slowly, her eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. “Oh, so everything’s fine, then?” Her voice was tight, like she was holding something back. I noticed the way her hands trembled slightly by her sides
Jace POV.The weeks dragged on, each day a little heavier than the last. My relationship with Anna was becoming a distant memory—if it hadn’t already slipped into a place where I couldn’t reach it anymore. I had been coming home later and later, the work piling up, but it was more than that. It was the quiet, the tension that always hung in the air when I walked through the door. Anna and I barely spoke anymore, let alone communicate the way we used to.I was used to the loneliness now. I knew Anna was hurt, but what could I do? I didn’t want things to be like this. But no matter how many times I tried to fix it, the distance just grew. And every time I thought about Sophie, I knew I was crossing lines. It was just work. I kept telling myself that. But there were moments, fleeting but impossible to ignore, where the lines blurred and I couldn’t tell if it was just business... or something else.Today wasn’t any different. I had been in meetings all afternoon, buried in numbers, an
Anna'S P.O.V. I held on to the white roses as I struggled to hold my bag and open the car door. My face lit up as I saw a light from the room, he was home. I had specifically gotten these white roses knowing Anton loved them and what better way to celebrate our three years anniversary? I pushed the door open with my foot and a familiar laughter reached my ear that made me confused, that wasn't Anton. I placed the flowers on the table and walked upstairs while my heart raced, something didn't feel right, the voice grew louder, and I felt a weight against my shoulder. I pushed the bedroom door open and my eyes stung with tears as I watched Anton laid upon my twin sister with the sheet wrapped around them and his head immediately snapped towards me “Anna, baby, it’s not what it looks like!” Anton scrambled to sit up, his words tumbling over each other. “It's not what it seems? You're in bed with my sister!” “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, Anna. It’s just sex.” Rose mumbled still traili
ANNA'S P.O.V. I slammed the door of my car as anger raged within me. With my heels clicking against the marble floor I pushed the huge door open, there was no way he could do this, I had nurtured that company back to life and my father had absolutely no rights to sell it, none. Especially after our agreement. “Father!” My voice echoed in the house and I noticed the workers looked at me confused but I honestly didn't care “Where the hell is he?” Troy point upstairs and I stormed. I pushed the door of his office and slammed my hand against the table making him look at me through his glasses. “What is the meaning of this?” I demanded, my voice shaking with anger. “You sold the company?” “Good afternoon, Anna. What brings you here in such a state?” He spoke calmly while leaning into his chair. “You know exactly why I’m here! You sold my company… The company I’ve worked tirelessly to save! We had a deal!” I ignored the sting of tears in my eyes and I blinked it away. “Your company
ANNA'S P.O.V. I tugged at the bodice of my wedding dress as the soft material clung to my body. Everything about this dress felt suffocating, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it, moreover I was forced into a marriage that made absolutely no sense. Why was I the one marrying Jace? Rose had always been their favorite child and I don't give a damn about this family's affections let alone a prestigious marriage. The door flew open, and I looked into the mirror to see Rose leaning casually against the door looking at me with a smile on her face. Talk about the devil. “You look… radiant,” She mumbled, and my face remained emotionless as I ignored her “…Funny, isn’t it?” Ross continued, tracing a finger along the edge of the vanity. “This should’ve been my wedding. But Jace…” She paused, her smile widening. “He’s no fool. He realized his little empire is crumbling, and he needs someone with substance. You, the workhorse of Valerian Interiors, are the perfect candidate.
ANNA'S P.O.V. “What did you just call him?” I asked as I looked at her, and she smirked with a gleam in her eyes. “Oh, did he not tell you? Jace Lysander was my husband first.” I turned to chase with my chest rising and falling as anger and confusion filled me. "Tell me she’s lying,” I demanded. “Tell me she’s lying!” I watched as his lip pressed in a thin line, and he glared at Rose. "Get out.” He growled at her, completely ignoring me. “Not until she knows the truth,” Rose retorted, crossing her arms. “She deserves to know what kind of mess she’s gotten herself into.” "Leave, Rose. Now.” “Why? Afraid she’ll hate you for what happened five years ago? Oh, let me do the honors.” She turned to me, her expression smug. “While you were busy playing the perfect college student, I was living the dream. Jace and I got married in Vegas, yes, married, but it didn’t last. He was so obsessed with his precious business that he forgot I even existed. So, I walked out. I abandoned him.”
Jace POV.The weeks dragged on, each day a little heavier than the last. My relationship with Anna was becoming a distant memory—if it hadn’t already slipped into a place where I couldn’t reach it anymore. I had been coming home later and later, the work piling up, but it was more than that. It was the quiet, the tension that always hung in the air when I walked through the door. Anna and I barely spoke anymore, let alone communicate the way we used to.I was used to the loneliness now. I knew Anna was hurt, but what could I do? I didn’t want things to be like this. But no matter how many times I tried to fix it, the distance just grew. And every time I thought about Sophie, I knew I was crossing lines. It was just work. I kept telling myself that. But there were moments, fleeting but impossible to ignore, where the lines blurred and I couldn’t tell if it was just business... or something else.Today wasn’t any different. I had been in meetings all afternoon, buried in numbers, an
JACE POV.I pushed through the room door and found her there, standing by the window. She didn’t turn when I entered, but I could see the way her shoulders were stiff, her jaw tight. I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the sense of distance that clung to her like a fog.“Anna,” I started, taking a step forward. “What happened?” She didn’t answer right away, but I saw her gaze flick to the door. The one that had just closed behind Sophie when she left.I followed her eyes, but I didn’t understand. I never did. “I’m not sure what the issue is. Sophie just came over to drop off a few things for work. It wasn’t like you weren’t welcome to join us.” My tone was trying to stay calm, to keep the peace, but underneath it, there was something a little too sharp.She turned around slowly, her eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. “Oh, so everything’s fine, then?” Her voice was tight, like she was holding something back. I noticed the way her hands trembled slightly by her sides
ANNA POV.The next day, Jace stayed home from work. I couldn’t remember the last time we had spent a whole day together, just the three of us—me, Jace, and Nathan. The idea of him working from home was the kind of thing I had longed for, the kind of simple thing that would make everything feel normal again. We spent the morning with Nathan, taking turns holding him, playing with him, making him laugh as he grabbed at our fingers, his little giggles filling the air. For a brief moment, it felt like we were a family again—just a family, without all the stress and the unspoken tension that had been weighing us down. “You need to take care of yourself more,” Jace said, as we watched Nathan play on the carpet, his hands trying to grasp a toy. “You’re looking like a shadow of yourself, Anna.”His words struck me in a way I wasn’t expecting. I smiled, trying to hide how much they stung, but there was a small part of me that appreciated the honesty, even if it felt a little too raw.“I’ll
ANNA POV.I lay there in the dark, pretending to sleep, listening to the quiet. Jace had finally made it home, but he was still so far away. The sound of his footsteps echoed in the hallway, but it was like he wasn’t fully here, like part of him was still back at work. I could feel it. When he came into the room, I tried to keep my eyes closed, but his presence was hard to ignore. I heard him freshen up, the soft click of the bathroom door, the rustle of him moving around. He came back into the room, and I felt him stand over me for a moment before he leaned down and kissed my cheek. It was a familiar gesture, but tonight it felt different, colder somehow. I forced my eyes open, pretending I’d just woken up. “What kept you so late?” I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them. I didn’t want to seem too concerned, but the truth was, I was. He’d been staying late a lot, and even though he’d told me it was work, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of doubt every time he
JACE POV.Work was supposed to help me clear my head.But as I sat in my office, staring blankly at the open file in front of me, all I could think about was last night. The kitchen light casting a faint glow on Anna’s tired face. The dark circles under her eyes. The way her voice cracked a little when she said she’d been with Nathan all day.I ran a hand down my face and leaned back in the chair.It wasn’t that I was jealous of my own son—God, no. I loved that boy more than I’d ever thought possible. But somewhere in the middle of diaper changes and teething cries, I’d lost my wife. The vibrant, teasing Anna I’d fallen in love with had slowly turned into a worn-out version of herself, barely eating, barely sleeping, her smile more tired than warm.And I missed her.I missed her voice in the morning telling me not to forget my keys. I missed her humming in the kitchen while she cooked. I missed her—and not just as Nathan’s mother.There was a knock at the door, soft but sharp.“Come
ANNA POV.The following night.I stood by the nursery door for a while after putting Nathan down, just watching his tiny chest rise and fall. His fingers still clutched the hem of his blanket like it was the most important thing in the world. I smiled, but something inside me felt… off.Jace’s words from yesterday flooded back to me.“Sophie’s doing a great job.”“She even brings me coffee in the morning…”*“She actually listens.”I knew he didn’t mean anything by it. I knew Jace wasn’t that kind of man. He had never made me feel like I wasn’t enough.But still, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about her—the ease in his tone, the kind of admiration he used to save for me. It stirred something in me. Something quiet. Something sharp.I padded into our bedroom and slipped into my robe. Jace was already in bed, flipping through his tablet. He looked up and smiled at me. “Nathan went down okay?”“Mm-hmm.” I sat on the edge of the bed and reached for my lotion, rubbing it into my han
JACE POV.The office felt different that morning—brisker, sharper. Maybe it was the way the sky was still heavy with clouds, or maybe it was the silence that met me as I walked into the building, unlike the usual rustle of early morning staff chatter. Everyone was probably already buried in schedules and meetings, which I liked. It meant things were moving.I’d barely settled behind my desk when there was a soft knock on the door.“Come in,” I called, not looking up just yet.The door eased open, and in walked Sophie. Sleek blazer, sharp eyes, and a cup of something steaming in her hand.“Good morning, Mr. Lysander,” she said with that cool, collected smile that was starting to become her signature. She placed the cup gently on the edge of my desk. “Coffee.”I blinked, surprised. “I didn’t ask for coffee.”“I know,” she replied, standing straight with her hands neatly folded in front of her. “But my grandmother used to say—‘A good day starts with coffee, not emails.’ Thought you cou
JACE POV.The morning light spilled through the curtains, and I could hear Anna in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared breakfast for Nathan. It was a familiar sound, one I’d grown used to. I leaned over the crib, brushing a hand through Nathan’s messy hair, kissing his forehead as he blinked awake with a sleepy smile.“Be good for mommy today, buddy,” I whispered, feeling the weight of responsibility settle back into my chest.Anna came over and gently cupped my face, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Good luck with everything today, love,” she said, her voice warm and soft, but there was an edge of concern I couldn’t ignore. I could tell she was worried, even if she didn’t voice it.“I’ll be fine,” I assured her, the same words I always used, though today felt different. Maybe it was the new venture. Maybe it was the new faces I was going to meet at the office. After giving Nathan one last hug and a quick nod to Anna, I grabbed my jacket, and heading out the door.The drive in
JACE POV.I used to think I knew what regret felt like.It wasn’t this.Not this bone-deep, breath-stealing ache that bloomed with every word she spoke. Not the kind of regret that made you want to claw through time and tear it apart, just to rewrite the pages where you were absent.Anna sat beside me, her voice soft, unraveling memories she should never have had to carry alone.“I used to cry in the produce aisle.”That was her opening line. No preamble. No soft landing. Just that.And I sat there, stunned, trying to imagine her—my Anna—pregnant and alone in a foreign country, breaking down between stacks of fruit.She kept talking, and each word punched straight through my chest.The whiteboard note. The letters she burned. The silence she filled with her own voice just so the walls would remember her name.I couldn’t move.I couldn’t breathe.She looked so calm while she said it all. Like she’d told these stories to herself a thousand times just to survive. Like she’d rehearsed t