LOGINGwenThe morning of the presentation, I woke up to sunlight instead of dread for the first time in weeks.Months of dead ends and drugged wine and men who thought they could buy or break me had somehow led here, to this specific day, with Adam's data finally locked, the compound's stability confirmed across three separate trial batches, and a board full of donors who'd already seen enough at the gala to walk in today expecting good news instead of excuses. It felt almost unfair, how smoothly the last stretch had gone compared to everything before it. Almost like the universe had decided I'd earned one clean win.I was elbow-deep in my closet, staring at three dresses laid across the bed with the particular despair of someone who had spent so long thinking about research that she'd forgotten how to think about fabric, when my phone rang."What are you wearing tonight?" Alex said, no greeting at all, straight into the question like it was the most natural thing in the world to ask.I la
GwenI never believed the results from the investigation. Elias was too dangerous, given that he had managed to escape the authorities. It took less time than I expected to find his attachment to Raymond Castellan, a name that was awfully familiar to me.WHat was he doing with someone like Elias. I had always known him to be shrewd but to be involved in the mafia? His name was attached to three shell companies, a private security firm with contracts that read like a laundering operation dressed up in corporate language, and, buried four pages deep in a filing I'd had to pay extra to access, a line item connecting his firm to consulting work for the metro police department's procurement office.I sat back slowly, staring at that single line until the letters started to blur.‘Procurement office.’ Not evidence handling, but close enough. Close enough that a man with Raymond’s reach could know which detective got assigned to a case before the case had even finished being filed. Close
GwenElias called before I'd even made it back to my own apartment.I stared at his name on the screen for three full rings before I answered, Emris already occupied in the back seat with headphones on, blissfully unaware of the tension currently radiating off his mother in waves."Janessa." His voice came through warm, relieved, exactly the register he'd used in that hospital corridor. "I heard the search turned up nothing. I told you there was nothing to find.""I heard," I said carefully, merging onto the highway, keeping my eyes fixed on the road instead of letting my mind wander toward everything Alex had said in his kitchen that morning. "There were some issues with Noah's custody paperwork, though. The detective mentioned discrepancies."He paused."Bureaucratic mess," he said smoothly. "His mother's departure left things in a legal grey area for a while. Nothing sinister, just paperwork that never got properly updated. I can walk you through the whole history if it would set y
Gwen I braced myself for anything else. Another kiss, maybe, another moment where my body betrayed every careful boundary I'd been trying to hold in place since the night of that gala. What I got instead knocked the breath clean out of me in an entirely different way.He pulled me into a hug.I gasped- actual, audible shock- my hands coming up automatically to press against his chest before they simply stopped fighting the momentum and curled into the fabric of his shirt instead. His arms wrapped around me completely, one hand splayed warm against the small of my back, the other cradling the back of my head like he was trying to memorise the shape of me against him.He smelled like clean soap and something faintly citrus underneath it, the same shampoo I'd noticed weeks ago and hadn't let myself think too hard about, evidence of that cold shower he'd clearly just taken. I found myself breathing it in without meaning to, my whole body going still and strange in his arms, some part o
GwenMy stomach did a deep dive till it touched the floor.What the actual hell?! What even gave him that idea? My eyes twitched uncontrollably behind them both, and I waited with bated breath for what Alex’s response would be. My chest constricted painfully under the tension. He glanced back to stare at me, and I saw his lips curl a bit in a very annoying smirk that spelt nothing but trouble. I knew nothing good was going to come out of his mouth, so I moved to stop the conversation from continuing any further. I opened my mouth to redirect the conversation, some frantic parental instinct kicking into gear, but Alex got there first."Your mom," he said, entirely too fond, entirely too pleased with himself, "is a very beautiful woman. I wouldn't mind marrying her at all."I stilled completely, water glass halfway to my mouth, and silently begged the kitchen floor to open up and swallow me whole. It did not oblige."But," he added, and I caught the smirk tugging at the corner of his
AlexSleep wasn't happening. I'd known that the second I heard her key card turn in my own front door two hours ago.I lay on the couch I'd insisted was perfectly comfortable, staring at the ceiling, listening to the occasional creak of settling floorboards from the guest room down the hall where she and Emris had gone to bed hours earlier. My mind kept circling back, uninvited, to that night. The gala. The champagne. The way she'd cried against my shoulder and then kissed me like something in her had finally stopped fighting itself.Gwen.I groaned and pressed the heel of my hand against my eyes, willing my body to cooperate with the plan my brain had settled on– sleep, professionalism, restraint, instead of whatever it actually seemed determined to do about the situation.Which, glancing down, was becoming increasingly obvious and increasingly inconvenient. Junior down there was upright and standing again."Unbelievable," I muttered to the empty living room. "You are a grown man. A
Gwen’s POV. Even in a hall filled with people chattering and soft music playing, the silence that descended on us was deafening and the tension in the air as Raymond and I stared at each other was so intense, thick enough for someone to choke on. Suddenly, a blonde haired woman that I hadn’t ev
Gwen’s POV. For a full week, I managed to avoid Dr. Alex. It was difficult given how we were now working on a charity project together but it was all I could do to avoid having to apologize for calling him a pervert in the elevator. Everyone loved him in the hospital, patients always wanted h
Gwen’s POV. “Ugh, my arms are about to fall off.” I grumbled to myself as I struggled to balance the heavy boxes of donated toys stacked up in my arms. The corners of the boxes were digging into my palms and I could feel a painful cramp in my shoulders. It’s been one year since I walked out of
Gwen’s POV. “Three months,” Dr. Evans' firm voice filled my ears, “without intervention, you have at most, three months left to live, Mrs. Carvers.” Those words landed like a blow, knocking the air right out of my lungs as my eyes dropped to my hands clenched tightly on my thighs. It didn’t mat







