MasukFive years after the worst day of my life, I'm standing on my penthouse balcony watching the city wake up.It's 5:47 AM. I know because I checked my phone before coming out here. Old habit. I still wake up early sometimes, can't help it. But now it's not because of nightmares. It's because I want to see this. The moment when darkness shifts to light. When Manhattan transforms from sleep to movement.When everything becomes possible again.Behind me, through the glass doors, Lily's asleep in her room. Three now, with opinions about everything and her father's eyes. The baby, James, is in his crib next to our bed. Five months old and already trying to roll over, determined to keep up with his sister.Liam's still asleep too. Arm flung out across my side of the bed, probably dreaming about the Singapore expansion or the new office in London. Knight-Carter Ventures keeps growing, keeps demanding more of us. But we've learned how to balance it. How to build an empire and a family at the sa
Lily turns one on a Tuesday, and our penthouse is chaos in the best possible way.Balloons everywhere. Purple and gold because apparently that's her favorite color combination, though how a one-year-old has opinions about color schemes is beyond me. Harper's in the kitchen arguing with the caterer about whether the cake needs to be organic and gluten-free. Marcus is trying to hang a banner that keeps falling. Jordan's on the floor with Lily, letting her grab his glasses and laughing every time she succeeds."She's going to break those." I'm holding a tray of cupcakes, watching them."Let her." Jordan grins up at me. "She's the birthday girl. She gets whatever she wants."Lily shrieks with joy, waving the glasses around like a trophy. She's wearing a little purple dress that she'll probably destroy within the hour. There's already frosting on her collar from the taste test earlier. Her dark hair, so much of it for a one-year-old, is in two tiny pigtails that Liam insisted on doing hims
"Do whatever keeps you at peace." Now she looks at me. "Not what's noble or what makes you look like the bigger person. Not what anyone else thinks you should do. What keeps you at peace with yourself."The baby kicks again. Harder this time, like she's weighing in on the conversation. I wince, rub the spot.Harper's beside me in an instant. "You good?""She's just reminding me she's here." I can't help smiling. "Liam thinks she's going to be trouble.""She's your daughter. Of course she'll be trouble." Harper grins. "The best kind though. The kind that changes the world."I look at the invitation again. At Layla's name next to Alessandro's. Two people I don't know anymore, if I ever really did. Maybe that's the whole point. Maybe Layla gets to be someone new now. Someone who isn't defined by the worst thing she ever did.God knows I'm not the same person anymore either.I'm not the woman who walked into that living room and watched her world end. I'm not even the woman who burned Eth
The envelope sits on my desk like a loaded gun.Cream paper. Gold wax seal. My name in calligraphy that probably cost more than my first car. I've been staring at it for three hours now, watching the afternoon light shift across the glass surface of my desk, catching the edges, making it look almost innocent.It's not.My assistant knew. The way she set it down this morning, careful, like it might detonate. "This came in the morning mail," she'd said, not quite meeting my eyes. Charlotte's good at reading situations. She's had to be, working for me.I reach for it. Pull back. My hand hovers in the space between us, me and this thing that shouldn't have the power to make my stomach clench like this.I'm seven months pregnant. Running a billion-dollar firm. I faced down Ethan in a coffee shop six weeks ago and didn't fall apart. This should be nothing.But it's not nothing."You planning to open that or just keep having a staring contest with it?"I jump. Harper's leaning in my doorway,
Three days after running into Ethan, I wake up with clarity I didn't have before."I need to forgive him," I tell Liam over breakfast.He sets down his coffee. "You've already forgiven him. Multiple times. You've said it in therapy. In your letters. In interviews.""No. I've said the words. But I haven't actually done it. Not fully. Not completely. There's still this, this residue. This small part of me that's holding onto what he did. And I need to let it go.""Why now? What changed?""Seeing him. On that sidewalk. Looking diminished and trying. And realizing I'm still carrying something. Still holding space for anger I don't even feel anymore. It's just habit now. Familiar. But it's not serving me.""So how do you let it go?""I don't know yet. But I need to try."I spend the day thinking about forgiveness. What it means. What it requires. What it gives.Dr. Chen helps me process in our session."You've intellectually forgiven him," she says. "You understand why he did what he did.
I'm twelve weeks pregnant when I see him.The first trimester is almost over. Morning sickness is fading. I'm finally starting to believe this is real, that I'm actually having a baby. That I'm going to be a mother.I'm at a coffee shop in Chelsea, meeting a potential foundation donor. Running five minutes early, which never happens, so I decide to wait outside.And that's when I see him.Ethan.Walking down the street. Older. Grayer. Wearing clothes I don't recognize. But unmistakably him.My body reacts before my brain catches up. Heart racing. Hands shaking. Breath catching. Fight or flight kicking in even though I'm not in danger. Haven't been in danger from him in years.He hasn't seen me yet. I could leave. Could go inside. Could avoid this entire encounter.But I don't. I stay. Plant my feet. Watch him approach.When he's twenty feet away, he sees me. Stops walking. Stands there on the sidewalk while pedestrians flow around him like water around a stone."Violet," he says. Not







