LOGINDaphne had expected gratitude. She had expected Lucille to accept the opportunity she had been given and step away from the fight with grace, the way any sensible person would when someone extended a hand.Instead, Lucille had called in her friend to scream at her. She had pointed a finger in Daphne's face and publicly listed every way Daphne had failed as a sister-in-law, without stopping for a breath.It was the first time in Daphne's life anyone had spoken to her that way. She could still feel the sting of every word.The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that everything she had done for Lucille had been wasted: the thought, the money, and every compromise that had cost her a piece of her pride.'Lucille has a daughter. Fine. Let her find out what that is worth. Let her understand that the child's blood is Prescott blood, and that blood comes with rights the family fully intends to exercise,' Daphne thought.By turning this into a power struggle, Lucille
Elaine had returned home from the hospital to recover.She was reclining on the living room sofa with her eyes closed when Daphne walked in, her face dark and still simmering with anger.Without a word, Daphne headed for the stairs.Elaine cracked one eye open. "Well, if it isn't the sister-in-law who went to make peace with Lucille. Back so soon? Judging by that face, I'm guessing she took a swing at you too?"Daphne stopped, turned, and fixed her mother with a glare sharp enough to strip paint. "This is all your fault. If you'd shown Lucille even the slightest bit of decency from the beginning, we wouldn't be in this situation. The marriage is falling apart. I hope you're satisfied."Elaine let out a short, satisfied laugh. "I told all of you from the very beginning that Lucille was trouble. Did any of you listen? No. You all took her side. Now you've finally seen what she's really like, and you're still thinking about defending her?"Daphne dropped onto the sofa, barely contai
Gideon stood with slap marks on both cheeks, blinking as exhaustion settled over him.He turned to look at Rayne, his expression utterly cold. 'Of all the times for her to show up. What is she doing here, and why now?'Rayne looked at the marks on his face and instinctively reached up to cup his cheek. "Giddy, does it hurt?"He shoved her hand away and took two steps back. "How do you know this address? And how did you get inside?"Rayne nearly lost her balance from the shove. She steadied herself and quickly arranged her features into a hurt, plaintive expression. "You weren't answering my calls or reading my messages. I was worried about you. I got the address from the steward at Blossom Court. He told me you'd been staying here temporarily."She paused, and a coy smile touched her lips."The code was so obvious. You still use my birthday as your password. You've always been that way." She let out a small, delighted laugh. "I recognized it right away."Gideon went still. His d
The numbers hit Gideon like a physical blow. He pressed a hand to his chest but could not make a sound.Lucille watched him. Even now, after everything that had happened, he still had not stepped aside and let Rayne face the consequences herself. He remained in front of her, and he always would.This was the man she had spent years quietly adoring. The man she had loved, trusted, and built her life around. She found it genuinely difficult not to despise herself for it."You keep telling me how much you care about me. Do you still believe that, right now? If you'd shown me even a third of what you've shown Rayne, just a third, we never would have ended up here," Lucille said flatly."Why do you always compare yourself to Rayne?" His breathing turned shallow. "She's always been fragile. She needs more. You're different. You're..."Lucille laughed. The sound came easily, freely, as though she had just heard the punchline to a joke.At last, she understood the full shape of his think
Gideon had only learned in recent weeks how much his mother had been doing behind his back over those five years. Every bit of it had happened without his knowledge and had come at Lucille's expense.Looking back now, he realized Lucille had endured it all in silence. What he had mistaken for maturity and self-reliance had actually been the mask she wore to hide grief she never shared with him.The shame settled deep inside him, as though it would never leave.At the time, he had convinced himself that Rayne was far from home, fragile, and needed someone to look after her. He had accepted that justification without question. Now, he could finally see what it had cost.He reached for Lucille's hand, but she stepped back. His hand closed on empty air."Why didn't you tell me? When things were hard, why didn't you say anything?" he asked weakly."Tell you?" she echoed, her voice flat and final."You expected me to be sensible. You expected me to be independent and see the bigger pi
The kick carried everything Lucille had been holding back. Every day and every night of it.Gideon had no chance to brace himself. A short, pained grunt escaped him as he staggered backward, slammed into the padded headboard, then slid down until he was sitting on the edge of the bed.Lucille was already off the other side. She didn't stop for her shoes. She grabbed her clothes, yanked them off the rack, and pulled them on with trembling hands.Gideon was still clutching his abdomen when he managed to straighten up. The kick had cleared his head completely. He saw her trembling from behind and stepped toward her."Lucy, don't push me away. Couples don't carry things past one night. We can—"The slap came without warning, carrying every ounce of strength she had.His head snapped sharply to the side. A hot sting spread across his face. His grip on her arm loosened as he stumbled back two steps, staring at her in shock.The room fell completely silent.Lucille stood frozen where
Inside a clothing store in a large shopping mall in Coasthaven, Lillian slept soundly in her stroller, clean, full, and completely out, while Nancy pushed her slowly along the aisles.Gwen stayed close to Lucille as she tried things on. Her body still had not fully recovered after the birth. Her ol
Gideon heard her laugh, and there was no warmth in it.Lucille yanked her wrist free. "Gideon, you don't have to hold anything back. Come at me. Use every card you've got."You want a fight? Fine. I've made my decision, and I'm not scared. Bring it. Whatever you've got, throw it at me."The light
Gideon ended the call and looked at Lucille, something uneasy on his face. "Lucy—""No." Her voice was immediate and final. The softness from a few minutes earlier had vanished."If you bought it for me, then it's mine. It doesn't get shared. And the Westbrooks are one of Coasthaven's oldest famil
Holding her swaddled daughter, Lucille Sandwell kept her voice steady, though a hint of hope slipped through. "Gideon, today is our daughter's one-month milestone. Can you come pick us up?"On the other end, Gideon Prescott's voice remained even and unreadable. "Something came up. I'll have the driv







