Mia's POVDaniel was online.I quickly switched back to Instagram, my heart hammering as I waited to see if he'd read my messages.The little "seen" notification appeared under my texts.Then the typing indicator showed up.Disappeared.Showed up again.I waited, barely breathing.Finally, a message appeared:Oh wow, yeah I remember now! It was definitely a few weeks ago. The guy... he was tall, expensive suit even though it was just a park day. He stayed pretty far away from you and the kids.I only got a glimpse of his face but something about him seemed familiar. I thought he was your husband, the owner of Paradise, right? Can't place it though. Maybe I'm just imagining things?Why do you ask? Everything okay?I stared at the message, my blood running cold.He's talking about Kyle.That sounded exactly like Kyle.But he might have gotten it wrong, or it could be Maxwell.But it could also describe any number of people. Maybe some random guy in the park.I typed back quickly:Just c
Mia's POVI couldn't sleep.The twins had finally crashed. Now they were sprawled across their beds like little starfish, Alexander with one arm hanging off the mattress and Ethan clutched around his stuffed elephant. Gas had positioned himself strategically between their beds, his golden fur catching the soft glow from their nightlight.Thomas had texted twice, "Sleep well. Love you."I'd stared at messages for way too long before responding with a simple "You too."I pulled my laptop onto my lap, thinking I might work on the Maxwell project to distract myself. But instead of opening my design files, I found myself mindlessly scrolling through social media for the first time in weeks.My Instagram feed was the usual mix of architectural inspiration, friends' vacation photos, and the occasional post from former colleagues. I'd been pretty inactive lately—just the occasional photo of the twins or a design project. Nothing too personal.A red notification dot caught my eye. Messages.I
Mia's POVI sat in the dimly lit car, staring at him—the man who had been a constant presence in our lives for the past four years.Steady. Reliable. Full of love.These were qualities Kyle had never possessed, at least not in the way Thomas offered them. Thomas had given me everything I had ever imagined about the security of love, and I had been greedily indulging in it.If my relationship with Thomas were to become like the one I had with Kyle—filled with insecurity, chaos, and unbearable pain—would I still love Thomas?The thought made my stomach clench with shame. Am I a shameless person? I dared not face these thoughts."Mia," Thomas said again, his voice gentle but insistent. "Please. Talk to me."I looked at him. His kind brown eyes were creased with concern, his hand reaching across the console toward mine. This was Thomas. The man who had held my hair back when I had morning sickness during those early days with the twins. Who had taught Alexander and Ethan how to tie their
Mia's POV"Mia, isn't it?" Victoria turned to me with that same cold smile. "I don't believe Thomas has mentioned you before."The implication was clear.Thomas said quickly, "Mia is my girlfriend. I believe I've mentioned her many times."The word 'girlfriend' hung in the air between us.and I saw something flicker across Victoria's perfectly made-up face. "Your girlfriend," she repeated slowly, as if testing the word. "How lovely. I'm sure you two are very... happy together."And the pause before 'happy' was deliberate."We are," I said firmly, slipping my arm through Thomas's. "Very happy."Madison tugged on Thomas's other hand. "Uncle Thomas, will you dance with me? Pleeeease?""I'd love to, sweetheart," Thomas said, glancing at me apologetically. "Just for a few minutes?"What could I say? No, don't dance with the adorable little girl who clearly adores you? I wasn't that petty, even if her mother made my skin crawl."Of course," I said, forcing another smile. "I'll just check o
Mia's POVI held my sons close, their small bodies against mine as other parents began to disperse, the drama officially over."Mama, are you okay?" Ethan asked softly, his small hand patting my cheek."I'm fine, sweetheart," I lied, forcing a smile. "Just making sure you two are okay.""We're okay," Alexander said firmly. "But that girl was mean, and her mom was meaner.""Sometimes people have bad days," I said diplomatically."There you are."Thomas's voice came from behind me. I turned to see him approaching with two glasses of champagne and an apologetic smile."Sorry I disappeared," he said, handing me one of the glasses. "I ran into an old friend and got caught up in conversation. Everything is okay?"I took a sip of champagne, using the moment to compose myself. "Just a little playground drama. Nothing serious."Thomas studied my face with those perceptive brown eyes. "You sure? You look upset.""Really, it's fine," I insisted. "Just some kid drama that got blown out of proport
Mia's POV"What's wrong?" I asked, immediately going into crisis mode."There's kids playing tag in the garden!" Ethan announced breathlessly. "Can we play too? Please?"I looked around and spotted several other children around their age racing through the French doors that led to the terrace."As long as you stay where I can see you," I said. "And no climbing on anything! And if you get dirty, you'll have to sit quietly for the rest of the night.""We promise!" they chorused, already turning to race back toward the doors."Be careful!" I called after them, then turned back to Thomas with an apologetic smile. "Sorry. Parental override.""I love watching you with them," he said softly, pulling me close again. "You're such a good mother, Mia.""I try," I replied, though I wasn't always sure I was doing it right. Single parenting was exhausting, even with all the help I had."You don't just try," Thomas insisted. "You succeed. Every day."His words warmed me."Thomas," I began, not sure