LOGINClaire's POV Two years had passed since Jaxon was born, and somehow the penthouse had become even louder than it had been when it was only Damien and me. Jaxon had developed a particular talent for finding whatever he was not supposed to touch, which usually meant Damien’s watch, my earrings, the contents of a kitchen drawer, or anything edible that happened to be within reach. That morning, I found him sitting beneath the dining table with half a piece of toast in one hand and Damien’s tie wrapped around his neck like he had somewhere important to be.I stopped in the doorway and stared at him while he looked up at me with the completely untroubled expression of a child who knew perfectly well that he was guilty and had already decided it was everyone else’s problem.“Jaxon,” I said, trying not to laugh, “why are you wearing your father’s tie?”He glanced down at himself as though he had only just noticed it, then took another bite of toast.From behind me, Damien said, “Because app
Claire's POV A few months had passed since Damien proposed, and by the time I reached the final weeks of my pregnancy, I had become accustomed to the strange mixture of anticipation and impatience that came with knowing our son could arrive at any time. The nursery was ready, the tiny clothes were folded into drawers, and the crib Damien had assembled with ridiculous concentration stood beneath the window. We had spent months imagining him, arguing over names, wondering whose eyes he would have, and trying to picture what our lives would look like once there was a baby in the middle of them. None of those conversations had prepared me for the reality of realizing that I could meet him any day.That evening, I was standing in the nursery with one hand resting beneath my stomach when a tightening sensation began low in my abdomen. I had experienced enough Braxton Hicks contractions to know the difference between discomfort and something worth mentioning, but this felt different. I wait
Damien's POV I took Claire to the coast because I wanted somewhere that belonged to neither of us.For years, almost every place we had shared carried some piece of our marriage with it. The penthouse held four years of ordinary mornings, arguments over schedules, dinners Maria had prepared, evenings when Claire would sit at the kitchen island with her laptop while I worked nearby. Laurent Group belonged to both of us in a different way. Even the city seemed crowded with places where I could remember seeing her beside me, usually without realizing at the time how deeply those moments had settled into my life.I wanted one place that didn't belong to the marriage we had already lived.I wanted somewhere where I could ask her to marry me again without pretending the first time had never happened.We arrived at a private stretch of coastline just before sunset. The property belonged to a friend who rarely used it, and there was a small stone house overlooking the water with a terrace th
Claire's POV I knew something had happened before Damien said a word.He came into the penthouse with a look I had learned to recognize over the past few weeks, the kind that meant he had heard something he wished he could have spared me from. He took off his jacket and placed it over the back of a chair, but instead of coming straight to me, he stood there for a moment as though trying to decide how to begin.I closed the book in my lap."What did they find?"Damien looked at me."Tiffany confessed."I felt my stomach tighten."When?""After she was arrested."He came over and sat beside me. I could see the strain in his face now, and when he took my hand, his fingers closed around mine more firmly than usual."She admitted everything," he said. "The ferris wheel. The sabotage. All of it."I had spent so long wondering whether we would ever know for certain that the accident had been deliberate that hearing the answer should have brought relief. Instead, I felt a cold heaviness sett
Damien's POV Reynolds called me just after six in the evening, when Claire and I had barely finished dinner. I knew something was wrong from the way he asked me to come to the station immediately, because he had stopped making unnecessary phone calls to me weeks ago. If he was calling instead of sending one of the brief messages we had become accustomed to receiving, whatever he had to say mattered.I left Claire with the security team and drove downtown, trying not to let my mind run ahead of the facts. That became harder the moment I walked into the interview room and saw Reynolds sitting across from another detective with a laptop open between them."What happened?"Reynolds motioned for me to sit. "We intercepted a call from Tiffany last night."I stared at him."She made the call herself?""Yes. The number belongs to a prepaid phone registered to someone else, but we've traced enough activity to establish that Tiffany was using it."I sat down slowly. "Who did she call?""We're
Tiffany's POV I was on my way back to my office when I heard Emma's voice coming from the break room.The door was partly open, and I would have walked past it without thinking if Damien's voice hadn't followed hers.I stopped.They were talking quietly, which meant they probably assumed nobody else was nearby. I could hear the hum of the refrigerator and the faint clink of a cup against the counter before Emma laughed softly at something he had said.I should have kept walking.Instead, I moved closer to the doorway."I still can't believe you didn't tell me sooner," Emma was saying.Damien gave a quiet laugh. "I wanted Claire to decide when she was ready."There was a pause."Does she really remember everything?"My hand tightened around the folder I was carrying.For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood her.Damien didn't answer immediately. When he did, his voice was lower."Everything."The folder nearly slipped from my hand.Emma exhaled slowly. "And she remembers the marria
Claire's POVI barely slept again but the difference was that this time I wasn't staring at an empty side of the bed. Damien had eventually come upstairs sometime after midnight. I knew because I heard him moving quietly through the bedroom while he assumed I was asleep.Neither of us had spoken an
Claire's POVDamien stood in the foyer for a moment as though he wasn't entirely certain he wanted to be there and the sight alone told me more than I wanted to know.His suit jacket was gone. His white shirt was creased in places that suggested he had been wearing it far longer than intended. Dark
Claire's POVDamien wasn't home, of course he wasn't.I stepped inside anyway, but the apartment felt different. Larger somehow. Colder. The silence seemed to stretch endlessly through the empty rooms, and for the first time since discovering I was pregnant, fear settled heavily in my chest. It wasn
Claire's POVThe moment I saw the name on Damien's phone screen, something inside me went completely still.Tiffany Morgan.For a second, I wondered if I had imagined it. The restaurant seemed to fade around me, the soft glow of candlelight and the murmur of nearby conversations becoming distant an







