LOGINPOV: JAXONThe drive to the safe house took three hours.Three hours of silence broken only by the twins' excited chatter in the backseat and Isla's white-knuckled grip on the door handle. I kept checking the rearview mirror, watching for tails, for any sign my father's men had followed us.Nothing… for now."Are we going on vacation?" Nova asked, her bright voice cutting through the tension."Something like that, sweetheart," Isla said softly. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the tremor underneath. Fear. She was terrified.I wanted to reach over, take her hand, tell her everything would be okay.I had no right."Will there be a pool?" Rowan piped up."No pool," I said, glancing at him in the mirror. "But there's a big yard. Trees. You can explore.""Cool!" Rowan's eyes lit up.Isla looked at me then. Her expression was unreadable, but I saw the question in her eyes: Can I trust you?I didn't know if she could. I'd broken every promise I'd ever made to her.But I'd die before I
POV: ISLADante Romano walked into my office on Monday afternoon without an appointment.My assistant tried to stop him. "Dr. Vale, I'm sorry, he just…""It's fine, Jennifer. Close the door behind you."She left nervously.Dante stood in front of my desk. Tall. Imposing. Everything about him radiated power and danger.I'd met him exactly once. At my wedding to Jaxon. He'd looked at me with cold assessment and found me lacking.Now he looked at me the same way."Dr. Vale," he said. "Or should I call you Mrs. Romano?""Dr. Vale is fine. I haven't been Mrs. Romano for quite a while now.""Yes. About that." He sat down without being invited. "I recently learned something interesting. You have children. Twins. About three years old."My blood went cold."What I do in my personal life is none of your concern.""It is when those children are Romano blood.""They're Winters blood. They have my name. Not yours.""DNA doesn't care about names. They're Jaxon's children. Which makes them my grand
POV: JAXONI saw the photos on Friday morning.Someone had sent them to the company email. Anonymously and maliciously.Isla and Reid at a restaurant. Her laughing at something he said. Him kissing her cheek at the end of the night.The jealousy was immediate. It consumed me.I stared at those photos for ten minutes. Unable to look away. Unable to breathe.She was moving on. With him. With Vincent fucking Reid.My competitor. My rival. A man who was everything I wasn't, kind, respectful, someone who'd never hurt her.Someone she deserved.But no, I didn't want her to have him.I stormed to her office at noon.Didn't knock. Just stormed in.She looked up from her computer. "Jaxon? What…""Are you dating him?" I demanded.She blinked. "What?""Vincent Reid. Are you dating him?"Her face went cold. "That's none of your business.""The hell it isn't! You're the mother of my children!""Exactly. YOUR CHILDREN. Not your wife. Not your anything. I can date whoever I want.""So you are dating
POV: ISLASomething changed when I watched Jaxon with the twins.I'd expected him to be awkward. Distant. The same cold man who'd ignored me during our marriage.But he wasn't.He was gentle and patientEverything he'd never been with me.We met at the park again three days later.Jaxon arrived early. Brought a soccer ball and a kite."I wasn't sure what three-year-olds liked," he said nervously. "So I brought options."Nova grabbed the soccer ball immediately. "I like this one!"Rowan stared at the kite. "Can we fly it?""If there's enough wind. Want to try bud?"They spent twenty minutes trying to get the kite airborne. It kept crashing. But Jaxon didn't get frustrated. Didn't give up. Just kept trying, kept encouraging Rowan."Almost! Try running a bit faster!""Like this?""Perfect! Look, it's up!"The kite soared. Rowan's face lit up with pure joy.And something in my chest twisted.This was the father my children deserved. Kind. Engaged. Present.Why couldn't he have been this f
POV: JAXONThe day I would meet my children.I barely slept the night before. Just lay awake, terrified and excited in equal measure.What if they hated me? What if I didn't know what to say? What if I disappointed them? What if Isla was right and I was incapable of love?At 6 AM, I gave up on sleep. Showered. Changed clothes three times. Settled on jeans and a casual shirt, Isla had said to dress comfortably, that the twins would be intimidated by suits.The meeting was at 10 AM. Central Park. Near the playground.Neutral territory. Public. Safe.I arrived at 9:30. Too early because I couldn't wait anymore.Isla arrived at 9:55 with Mia.And two small children.My heart stopped.Rowan and Nova.My children.They were smaller than I'd imagined. Rowan in a blue t-shirt with dinosaurs. Nova in a pink dress with sneakers. Both holding Isla's hands.I stood frozen. Unable to move. Unable to breathe.Isla saw me. Stopped about ten feet away."Rowan, Nova," she said gently. "This is... this
POV: JAXONI arrived at Laurent's twenty minutes early.Too nervous to be late. Too desperate to risk anything going wrong.The restaurant was small. Intimate. Private. Exactly what we needed.I'd reserved the entire back room. Just the two of us.I sat at the table and waited. Tried to calm my racing heart. Tried to figure out what to say.How do you apologize for destroying someone? How do you ask forgiveness for the unforgivable?I didn't know. But I had to try.Isla arrived at exactly 7 PM.She walked in wearing a simple black dress. Hair down. Minimal makeup. Beautiful in a way that made my chest ache.She looked at me with those brown eyes carefully."Jaxon.""Isla. Thank you for coming."She sat down across from me. "Let's skip the pleasantries. Why did you want to meet?"Right to the point. No small talk. No pretense.That was Isla. Direct. Efficient. No games."I wanted to apologize. Really apologize. For everything.""You've apologized before.""I know. But I need you to und







