Se connecterBefore he was ever a doctor, Alex was an ordinary man first—one who played favorites and got tangled up in his own selfish motives just like anyone else.Adriana tugged gently at Francesco's sleeve. "Don't say things like that. Chris's heart has never been strong. He's never been able to handle stress."Francesco said nothing, only bent down to check on Maeve. Once he saw she'd finished every drop of her bottle, he picked it up and went to wash it out.Watching him do something so natural, so ordinary, Alex felt a sudden, clear pang of sorrow. He knew, without question, that whatever Chris and Adriana had once shared would never reach this place again. Both Chris and Francesco had hurt her before, but the real difference between them came down to one thing—love, or the lack of it. Adriana loved Francesco. What she felt for Chris was only the old attachment she couldn't quite let go of, kindness, gratitude—anything but love."Alex, I need to ask you to keep looking after Chris."Al
Chris shot Alex a look, his voice hoarse. "You think I'm losing my mind?"'It's hard not to,' Alex thought, though he'd never say it aloud. He forced a smile instead. "That's not what I meant. I just think you're carrying Adriana's entire life on your own shoulders, and that's too much pressure for anyone. Easing off a little would do your body good."Chris's eyes had gone black and heavy, like ink that refused to thin. His voice was flat. "Doing whatever I can for Adriana is the only thing that eases anything for me. Stepping back and staying out of it would only crush me."Alex found himself without an argument, and doubted one existed. Adriana was the one thing Chris was living for, the single piece of driftwood a drowning man refused to let go of. Asking him to release her was asking him to give up the only reason he had left to keep going. But no one could survive on another person as their sole reason to live—that kind of dependence would eventually break him.Alex sighed.
At the noise, Francesco rushed out of the room, pulled Chris out of Adriana's arms, and helped him sit down.He looked at Adriana. "I'll handle this. Go back and watch Maeve."Her mind was in chaos, and she didn't have the strength left to argue. She let herself stop pretending she could hold it together, left Chris in Francesco's hands, and made her way back to Maeve's side. She sat down by the small bed, folded her arms on the mattress, and buried her face in them, letting the tangled mess of her thoughts slowly settle.A moment later, footsteps sounded outside, mixed with Alex's voice. With Alex there, Chris should be fine. Francesco seemed to have gone with him, and the room fell quiet again, with nothing left but the even rhythm of Maeve's breathing.Not long after, Francesco pushed the door open."Alex checked him over. Said there's no danger to his life. You can stop worrying."Adriana's brow tightened, and she looked up at him. "What do you mean, no danger to his life? Is
Adriana sat up straight, leaning back against the seat. She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, only resolve remained. "Handle it through the courts. Send her to prison."After what had happened, whether Anna was Chris's birth mother no longer mattered to her. Even if it had been Chris himself who'd done this, she wouldn't have gone easy on him.Francesco nodded without argument. "Understood. We'll do it your way."The car pulled up outside the hospital, and they'd barely gotten out when they ran into Chris. He came hurrying toward them, his face pale, his eyes bloodshot with worry, his lips cracked and peeling."Alex examined Maeve himself. He said there's nothing seriously wrong."But Adriana didn't slow down, and no amount of reassurance could ease her mind. She knew Alex was one of the best in his field, but she needed to see Maeve—to touch Maeve—before she'd believe her daughter had really come back to her unharmed. A child that small, held by kidnappers for hour
Adriana buried her face in Francesco's chest, and the faint, cool scent that clung to him steadied her more than she expected."It's over now, Adriana."Francesco himself hadn't recovered nearly as quickly. His arms stayed locked around her, refusing to loosen.Fear still clung to him like a specter, chilling him to the bone. If they'd been two minutes later—if he hadn't found her before that three-minute countdown ran out—he would have lost her forever. The thought alone left his limbs numb with delayed terror."Mars, straight to the hospital." His voice came out rough. Then, after a beat, he said, "Tell Chris that Adriana and Maeve are both fine. Tell him to go home."It wasn't that he cared what happened to Chris—it was that Chris's health was fragile, and if something went wrong with him now, Adriana would only end up worrying about that too. She'd already spent more strength than she had to give. She shouldn't have to fear for anyone else tonight.He twisted the cap off a wa
Adriana sat alone in the dust of the abandoned factory, running through Milo and Maeve's futures over and over in her mind. Milo was full of endless energy—he ate well, slept soundly, and was always finding ways to make a mess. Just yesterday, he'd splashed bathwater all over Heidi. Maeve, on the other hand, was sharper—sometimes when they were drinking milk together, she'd manage to swindle her brother's bottle away.The two children had only just learned to walk. They trusted her so completely, depended on her so entirely. And she loved them—deeply, desperately—and needed them just as much.When the bomb's countdown hit the final five minutes, she suddenly realized how fast time had flown. She hadn't even figured out how she would face that moment if she never saw her children again. She wasn't afraid to die—but she was terrified of never seeing their smiles again, of them being left unprotected when they were wronged, of them growing up unable to even remember her face. These
"What do you think?"Joan let out a haughty snort, stepping back half a pace—right onto his polished leather shoes."When we were abroad, we could still meet often. But now that we're back, it's nearly impossible to see each other."Dean's usual calm, composed demeanor shifted; a playful, almost
In the blink of an eye, the day of Grandma Rosie's memorial arrived. Adriana got to the cemetery early, confirming the arrangements with the staff.Dew clung to the grass beside the graves, soaking her pant legs as she walked. She settled on a bench to dry off, lifting her gaze to a sea of headston
Of course it wasn't fine. Even a man who kept a mistress wouldn't bring her to an occasion this respectable.Chris was a well-known figure in their circle, and Joan came from a good family herself. Back then, the prospect of a marriage alliance between the Slater and Hill families had been common k
"Oh—Edward, did you just tap the voice recorder?"Joan snatched the phone away, uneasily glancing at Chris."Chris, I'll delete it right now. Edward was fiddling with my phone while he was eating. Who knew it would record Adriana's words?"Chris said nothing. His expression tightened, his eyes li







