Mia's POVI gathered my things and headed out, leaving Camille to handle the packages and my afternoon schedule. The drive to Bright Beginnings gave me time to think, but unfortunately, thinking was the last thing I needed to be doing right now.I pulled into the preschool parking lot twenty minutes earlier than usual, scanning the area for Victoria's black Mercedes. It wasn't there, which was a relief. I didn't think I could handle another confrontation today.Today, I was early enough to avoid most of that chaos. Only a handful of other parents were there, and the playground was relatively quiet."Ms. Williams!" Ms. Rodriguez spotted me immediately. "You're early today. Is everything alright?""Just had a lighter afternoon schedule," I lied smoothly. "How were the boys today?""Much better than yesterday. Alexander and Ethan seemed more relaxed, and the dynamic with Madison was completely different.""Different how?"Ms. Rodriguez lowered her voice slightly. "Madison was much quiete
Mia's POVI stared at the delivery receipt in my hands, trying to process what had just happened. The delivery men had wheeled out two enormous packages—one large enough to contain a bicycle, the other an elaborate gift basket that looked like it belonged in a luxury hotel lobby."Who are they from?" I asked Camille, who was examining the elegant cards attached to each package."Jackson Maxwell," she replied, holding up a cream-colored card with embossed lettering. "There's a note here."I took the card from her, reading the neat handwriting:Dear Mia, I hope you don't mind the presumption, but I couldn't stop thinking about your delightful sons after our chance encounter at the park. They seemed like such bright, energetic boys, and I thought they might enjoy these small tokens of my appreciation for their good behavior that day. Please give them my regards. Best wishes, Jackson Maxwell"What exactly did Maxwell send?" I asked, moving toward the packages.We opened the larger package
Mia's POV"Thomas and I have a relationship built on mutual respect and affection," I said evenly. "Victoria, talking to me like this is pointless. Why not save your words for Thomas? If he's willing to leave me for you, I have no problem with that."Victoria's eyes flashed with fury. "I earned everything I have. I was a good wife to Theo. I supported his career, raised his daughter, played the perfect corporate wife for fifteen years. And what did I get for it? A husband who died and left me to figure out how to rebuild our lives alone."There was real pain in her voice now, raw and honest. For a moment, I almost felt sorry for her. Almost."I'm sorry for your loss," I said, and I meant it. "Losing a spouse is devastating. But that doesn't give you the right to attack my children. Also, Thomas is not Theo's replacement.""From what I've seen, Thomas is pretty conflicted about where his loyalties lie.""Thomas is a good man who cares about a grieving child," I said. "That doesn't mean
Mia's POV"Mama?" Ethan's sleepy voice came from behind me. "You're up early."I turned to find him padding into the kitchen in his dinosaur pajamas, his dark hair sticking up at impossible angles. He looked so small, so innocent."Good morning, baby," I said, lifting him onto the counter. "How did you sleep?""Okay. I dreamed about dogs," he said, leaning against my shoulder. "Nice dogs, not scary ones. They were playing with us in a big field.""That sounds like a wonderful dream."Alexander appeared moments later, already more alert despite having just woken up. "Mama, do we have to go to school today? What if that mean girl is there again?"The question I'd been dreading. I'd spent half the night trying to figure out how to handle this situation. I could transfer them to another preschool, but that felt like running away. Besides, Bright Beginnings was an excellent school, and the twins loved Ms. Rodriguez."Yes, we're going to school," I said firmly. "But first, I want to talk to
Chapter 250Mia's POV"I'm sorry," Thomas said finally. "About today. About all of it."I glanced at him sideways. In the dim light, his profile looked tired, stressed in a way I rarely saw him. "Which part are you sorry about?""Victoria calling me without giving me the full picture. Me not checking with you first. The whole mess." He ran a hand through his hair. "I honestly thought I was walking into a situation where Madison needed support after being bullied. I never imagined...""That my sons were the ones being targeted?""That Victoria would use Madison that way," he corrected. "When she called, she was crying, saying Madison had been hurt and humiliated by other children. She made it sound like an emergency."I considered this. It wasn't entirely Thomas's fault—Victoria was clearly skilled at manipulation. But that didn't completely absolve him either."Thomas," I said carefully, "I need to be honest with you about something.""Okay.""I think Victoria has romantic feelings fo
Mia's POVThe drive home was quiet except for the gentle hum of the car engine and the twins' occasional whispered conversations in the backseat. I kept checking them in the rearview mirror, watching for signs of lingering upset from their terrible day. But kids are resilient in ways that constantly amaze me. By the time we pulled into our parking garage, they were already debating whether Gas would prefer chicken or beef flavored treats when we got upstairs."Mama," Ethan said as I helped him out of his car seat, "my tummy feels funny."I knelt down to his level, studying his pale face. "Funny how, sweetheart? Like you're hungry, or like you might throw up?""Like... twisty," he said, pressing his small hands against his stomach. "Like when we went on that spinny ride at the fair.""It's going to be okay," I murmured, pulling him into a hug. "That twisty feeling will go away. It's just your body telling you that today was hard."Alexander slipped his hand into mine as we walked towar