Jade's POV “You’re overthinking things,” he said flatly, moving around his desk. “You’ve always been dramatic, Jade.”“Oh please,” I scoffed. “I’ve known Daisy for half my life. I can tell when something’s off. And that woman? She’s a stranger in Daisy’s skin.”Oliver sighed and poured himself a glass of water, clearly stalling.“I don’t know what kind of games you’re playing,” I continued, “but don’t stand there and tell me I’m imagining it.”He took a slow sip. “You’re emotional right now.”“Don’t gaslight me, Oliver.”“I’m not…”“She doesn’t know my favorite color. She doesn’t remember significant events. She blushed when your name was mentioned. You… The same man Daisy never even liked. That woman actually likes you, Oliver. Daisy never did.”He stayed quiet.“And don’t get me started on the kids,” I added. “She knows their little habits, their favorite toys, everything. Since when did Daisy ever care about that stuff?”“You went to the house?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.“Yes,
The house was covered in a quietness so deep, even the air seemed to hold its breath. It was past eleven, late enough that every hallway was shadowed, every room too.Only the dim lights lining the corridor spilled a gentle golden light as I walked barefoot toward the kitchen, clad in my pale pink nightdress and robe. I moved carefully, careful not make a sound.Tomorrow was the twins’ birthday, and while the mansion buzzed with plans for a grand party, I wanted to give them something small. Something simple. Something from me. A little cake, just for the morning. Something to say, “I see you. I love you. You matter.”I hadn’t grown up with surprises like that. I had never celebrated my birthdays either. My childhood had been normal days with adopted mother.Love had felt like a prize I had to earn. But those little girls upstairs? They deserved better. And if I could give it to them, even in small ways, then I would.I stepped into the kitchen, flipping on the lights. The countertops
Jade's POV She smiled, her fingers drumming lightly against her knee before clasping them in her lap. “So, how have you been?”“Busy, as always. But I couldn’t let any more time pass without seeing you.”She nodded, her eyes briefly shifting toward the staircase before returning to me. “It means a lot. Truly.”Ever since the birthday party, something felt off about Daisy. Not just the birthday party, after she travelled to Australia for business. We spoke a lot during her stay in Australia until the day of her return. I didn't hear from her that day or even a week later. After waiting for her calls and texts, I messaged Oliver asking for Daisy. He gave the excuse that she has been busy.Daisy had never been too busy to speak with me. And when I offered to pay a visit, he would come up with some “business trip” excuse. Oliver was purposely keeping me away from Daisy.The birthday party was an opportunity for me to come and see Daisy for myself. But ever since then, the feeling that s
Daphne's POVThe days that followed the twins' birthday party rolled by in a quiet lull. The buzz and excitement had long since faded, leaving behind a calm that was almost too silent. I spent most of my time at home, sometimes reading, other times strolling through the garden or organizing little fun moments with Delilah and Dahlia. I enjoyed those moments with them more than I had expected—their innocent laughter, their clingy hugs, the way they called me "Mommy" with so much trust. It made my chest ache, in a way I couldn't put into words.And Oliver? He had become a ghost in his own home.He said he was busy with work—late meetings, unexpected travels, deadlines. And I believed him. Mostly. (Not like I had a choice anyways). But that didn't erase the sting of disappointment every time I passed his study door, slightly ajar and empty, or glanced toward his side of the long dining table during dinner and found it vacant.Sometimes I caught myself thinking about that night in the fo
Daphne's POV The soft golden light of dawn peeked in through the curtains, dusting the edges of the room in warm hues. My eyelids fluttered open slowly, and for a brief moment, I forgot where I was. The ceiling above me wasn’t familiar neither were the soft grey sheets tangled around my legs or the warm, masculine scent lingering in the air.Then I remembered.Oliver.Last night.I shifted slowly, sitting upright, and found that I was alone in the bed. The side where he must’ve lain was empty, the sheets there slightly rumpled. He had left. Or maybe he’d never stayed. A soft, tender ache spread through my chest—not regret, but… something else. Something more complicated.My fingers traced my temple, trying to recall the moments leading up to this. The laughter. The drinks. The firelight dancing across his face. The kiss.My cheeks burned with the memory.He had kissed me. No, we had kissed. And just when I thought the night would spiral into something I couldn’t take back, he stoppe
Oliver’s POVShe was laughing again—soft and light, the kind of sound that tugged at something deep in me I didn’t know still existed.Her cheeks were tinged pink, her eyes glassy but bright, her entire body sinking further into the velvet armchair like she had finally allowed herself to breathe. She looked... happy. Free. A stark contrast from the guarded woman who had arrived weeks ago with pain tucked behind every smile.I couldn’t stop looking at her.And I was trying—I really was. Because the lines between what was real and what was pretend had blurred so much lately, I wasn’t sure if I was still protecting her or falling for her.Her fingers fumbled slightly as she placed the empty glass on the table beside her.“That was… wow,” she murmured, giggling. “That’s three, right?”I smiled faintly. “Three and a half, technically.”She tilted her head, eyes narrowing playfully. “You keeping score on me, Mr. Sinclair?”“I keep score on everything,” I replied, leaning back slightly, my e