LOGINMARY'S POV: She then turned toward the bed, gesturing toward the pillows with an open palm. "This young woman got hurt while she was helping me out earlier today," Beatrice explained, her tone completely casual. "The doctor said she will probably have to stay off her feet and take some time away from work. I felt terrible about it and wanted to make sure she was taken care of. Since I know she works over at Alistair's firm, I called him and asked him to drop by." Her voice was light and cheerful, as though she had no clue about the storm raging around us. She spoke as if Vesper were merely a helpful stranger who deserved a polite visit from the company boss. I turned my head slowly to look at Vesper. She was propped up against three big pillows, her dark hair falling loosely over her shoulders, looking small and pale against the white sheets. Her right ankle was wrapped in thick white bandages. She looked helpless and weak, the exact image of a woman who needed a man to step
MARY'S POV:A heavy, ice-cold chill settled deep inside my chest.I stood completely still near the open door, staring at the middle-aged woman who had just spoken. It was Alistair's mother, Beatrice. This was the same woman who had welcomed me into her family with open arms years ago, who had held my hands tightly on my wedding day, and who had sat by my hospital bed crying tears of joy when Elowen was born.Yet here she was, sitting comfortably inside Vesper's private hospital room, looking as if this was the exact place she belonged.Had she really taken Vesper's side behind my back?The thought alone made my stomach turn upside down. I had trusted Beatrice with all my heart. I had loved her like family because she was the anchor I never had growing up. She was the one who checked on me through my pregnancy, who sat up with me during those dark post-partum months, and who kept me company on the countless long nights when Alistair was out late and I was left alone with a crying
MARY'S POV: We opened our doors, stepped out into the cold air, and walked toward the entrance side by side without touching. The hospital lobby was big, bright, and smelled strongly of disinfectant, harsh floor wax, and cold air. A couple of nurses in blue scrubs walked quickly down the main corridor, their soft shoes making faint squeaking sounds on the polished floor. A middle-aged woman sat behind the tall reception desk, her hands typing away on a keyboard while a small computer screen lit up her face. Up above us, the long fluorescent light tubes buzzed with a low, constant hum that made my head ache. Alistair walked up to the counter first. "Hello. I am here to see my mother. Her name is Beatrice Vane." The receptionist looked up from her screen, her expression polite but completely blank. She typed a few quick strokes into her system, her eyes skimming down a list on the display. "She is in Room 412. Take the main elevator bank to the fourth floor, step out, and make a
MARY'S POV:A huge wave of relief washed over his face, softening the harsh lines around his eyes. "Thank you, Mary.""Do not thank me," I told him, stepping past him into the hall. "I am not doing a single thing for you."He did not say anything back.*The drive across town was completely quiet.I sat in the front passenger seat, leaning my temple against the cold glass of the window, watching the streetlights and dark shop windows blur past. I knew these roads well. I had driven down them hundreds of times over the years, but tonight the whole city felt distant and unfamiliar. The high streetlamps threw long, strange shadows across the dark asphalt, and the tall office buildings on either side of the road looked like dark shapes watching us pass by.Alistair was driving much too fast. His hands were clamped around the steering wheel so tightly that his skin looked pale, and his eyes stayed locked on the road ahead. I could see the hard strain in his neck muscles and the tight
MARY'S POV:The words did not sound right to me. I had lived with Alistair long enough, and watched him cover his tracks enough times, to know that believing him without proof was always a mistake. There was something in his voice, a strange note in the way he delivered the news, that made my stomach turn over."Who called you just now?" I asked him quietly. "You set up a special ringtone on your phone for urgent calls. Your mother never had a special ringtone. Your assistant does not have one either. The only person you ever assigned that specific ring tone to was..."I trailed off as the full truth suddenly settled into my brain like a weight.He had set up a custom ringtone for Vesper.Of course he had. He had given her a direct, special chime on his phone so he would always know the second she needed him, placing her above everyone else without ever telling me. He gave her that level of attention and intimacy while I was sitting right beside him at the dinner table.I had ne
MARY'S POV:I stood still in the doorway of the bedroom, my arms wrapped tight across my chest, trying to stop my body from trembling. The towel had been tossed onto the floor, replaced by a fresh change of clothes that felt completely wrong against my skin. My hair was still wet, dripping small cold drops down my neck and making the fabric of my shirt stick to my shoulders. I had not even finished showering before everything blew up again. The whole house felt cold, but the chill inside me was much worse.Alistair was standing in the bathroom with his back turned to me, holding his phone tightly against his ear. His voice was low, fast, and full of a strained pressure he was trying hard to hide. I could not pick out every single word he was saying, but I recognized the tone. It was the voice he used when a business deal was falling apart and he was trying to pretend he had everything under control. His shoulders were pulled up stiff, and his left hand was clenched so hard into a fi
3RD POV:Cherry threw a handful of confetti at him. “We thought you’d like a little noise before you go back to being boring again!”Martin appeared with a tray which had lasagna she had made for him while in the hospital and he asked for more, grinning. “I told them you’d be craving this more than
HANNAH’S POV:A WEEK LATER:After agreeing to dinner with Elijah’s parents and preparing for it, even hinting the twins on meeting at least one set of grandparents, it only ended up being a huge disappointment as they neither showed up nor called nor did they even offer any apology. Elijah was so
HANNAH’S POV:THAT WEEKEND:“The kids and I are headed to the amusement park and we will be back later.” I informed Elijah stepping into his home office and he quickly darted his eyes to me.We were already dressed and ready to explore the city. The twins were both in denim pants and short handed j
HANNAH’S POV:I could feel Elijah’s presence behind me, tense and silent as soon as I reached the ground floor. He didn’t move, but I sensed his confusion, his guard slowly rising as Maya’s erratic energy filled the room.“Maya, let’s talk outside,” Jacob said firmly this time, his tone edged with







