Mag-log inTiffany's POVI waited until Damien and Claire had left before I allowed myself to stop smiling.I had stood there in the office earlier, pretending to concentrate on the day's schedule while I watched Damien walk away with her. Claire had laughed at something he said, and he had looked down at her with that expression again.That expression was becoming unbearable.I had seen Damien look at people with kindness before. I had seen him be polite, patient, even charming when business required it.But Claire was different.He looked at her as though the rest of the room disappeared whenever she smiled.I hated it.I hated the way she had walked back into his life and somehow managed to take up all the space she had occupied before the accident.She didn't even remember him properly.That was the part that infuriated me most.I had spent months working beside Damien, learning how he liked his meetings arranged, which calls he considered urgent, which reports he wanted on his desk before n
Claire's POV"I'm falling in love with you again."I stared at Damien and for a moment, I couldn't think of anything to say.Not because I was shocked by the words themselves. Perhaps I had been expecting them somewhere beneath all the teasing, the careful touches, the way he looked at me whenever he thought I wasn't watching.It was the again that caught me because it meant there had been a first time. A first love I couldn't remember properly. A love that had apparently been there while I was busy believing our marriage was nothing more than a contract.I searched his face. "Again?"His
Claire's POVBy the time we returned to the penthouse, I had almost forgotten about the kiss I had given Damien outside the clinic.Almost.The problem was that Damien clearly hadn't. I noticed it the moment we stepped into the elevator.He stood beside me with one hand in his pocket, looking perfectly composed, but every few seconds his eyes drifted toward me before quickly returning to the elevator doors.I tried not to smile, but the moment I caught him staring at me again, the corner of my mouth lifted anyway.“What?” I asked, trying to sound casual.His eyes met mine, and for a second he looked almost embarr
Claire's POVThe moment we reached the car, Damien opened the passenger door for me, but I didn't get inside immediately. I stood there with one hand resting lightly against the roof while I watched him walk around the front of the car.He looked different. He was still Damien, still composed, still wearing the expensive clothes that somehow always made him look as though he had stepped out of a business magazine but something about him had changed after hearing the baby's heartbeat or perhaps I was simply noticing something that had always been there.He had looked at that tiny flickering image on the screen as though someone had handed him the most important thing in his life.I smiled. "What?"He had stopped beside me. "You keep asking me that.""Because you keep looking at me like you're about to say something.""I was thinking.""That's dangerous."He laughed. "I was thinking about you."I raised an eyebrow. "Also dangerous."He shook his head. "You're impossible.""And yet you m
Claire's POVBy the time we reached the clinic, I had already checked the appointment details three times and not because I had forgotten them but because I was nervous.There was something strange about knowing that a tiny person was growing inside me while having so little memory of the beginning of it. Every time we came for an appointment, I felt as though I was being introduced to my own pregnancy all over again.Damien seemed to sense my uneasiness without me saying anything.He had been unusually quiet during the drive, but not distracted. His attention kept drifting toward me whenever we stopped at a traffic light, and every time I caught him looking, he would give me that small smile he had started giving me lately. The one that made something inside my chest flutter.When we entered the clinic, the receptionist greeted us and checked us in before directing us toward the waiting area. I sat down and Damien sat beside me and for about thirty seconds, we were both quiet and the
Claire's POV"Because I want to understand what we're becoming."Damien remained quiet after I said it. His eyes stayed on mine, and for once there was no immediate answer waiting behind them. I could see him thinking, perhaps trying to understand whether I was asking him to give me another version of our past or whether I was asking for something more complicated.I wasn't entirely sure myself. I only knew that I didn't want to spend the rest of my life treating my own marriage like a story someone else had told me. I wanted to know it and not the polished version and not the version that made Damien look like a perfect husband and me like a perfect wife.I wanted the ugly parts too. The ridiculous arguments, the misunderstandings, the days when we'd been irritated with each other and the nights when one of us had gone to bed angry because if all I remembered were the beautiful moments, I would never know whether what I was feeling now was real or simply nostalgia for a life I had be
Claire's POVThe message remained open on my phone long after I had finished reading it.Outside the penthouse windows, Manhattan glittered beneath the deepening evening sky, its countless lights stretching toward the horizon like stars scattered across black velvet. Normally I loved this view. The
Claire's POVThe next morning, I left the penthouse before Damien not because I had an early meeting and not because my schedule demanded it but because I couldn't bear the thought of sitting across from him at breakfast while pretending his words from the night before hadn't lodged themselves bene
Claire's POVDamien's words settled over the room with all the force of a collapsing building. "We will need to discuss the divorce arrangements this week."For a moment, I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly. The candles flickered softly between us. The meal I had spent hours preparing filled th
Claire's POVThe receptionist smiled as she handed me a small envelope. "Don't lose that," she said. "Most mothers end up keeping the first ultrasound forever."I looked down at the photograph tucked inside the envelope and felt something tighten in my chest.Forever.It was such a simple word, suc







