Six Months LaterGeorgina WestSix months had passed since the day I stormed out of Archer's life, and in that time, I hadn't spoken to him or even caught a glimpse of him. Instead, Steve, his loyal bodyguard, had taken over the task of shuttling the kids between our houses.Initially, the children had struggled to adjust to the new arrangement. There were tears and protests, but eventually, they came to accept the new routine. They understood that despite the changes, both Archer and I remained constants in their lives.As for me, I found myself settling into a newfound sense of calm and contentment. For the first time in years, I wasn't plagued by confusion or overwhelmed by petty grievances. I focused on my work and cherished the precious moments with my children.Though I was initially unhappy with Jason's blunt words, his reality check had ultimately allowed me to make positive changes in my life. I had distanced myself from the chaos and violence that had once consumed me, deter

Archer LancasterThe unexpected ring of the phone shattered me out of my bubble. Since Georgie left me and made it a point to not have me in her life, I have just started existing in my life.I am not happy or sad, I just don’t know what to do with my life. I didn’t know I subconsciously waited and counted minutes till the time I saw Georgie again, entering with the kids.But I don’t have anything to look forward to, the last time I saw her was six months ago and I miss looking at her face. Listening to her voice.I have become so accustomed to her face and her voice that it seems difficult to start my day without it.I still needed to know if she got home safely every night because I couldn't sleep otherwise. Since I couldn't see her anymore, Glenn, my closest and most trusted friend who's been with me for years, kept an eye on her. He made sure to tell me every day when Georgina got home, so I could sleep peacefully.But today his voice carried the weight of urgency, delivered the u

Georgina WestThe journey back home felt like a surreal blur, the events of what happened just a few hours ago spinning around me in a dizzying whirlwind. Axel's wounded form lay sprawled across the backseat of the car, the gravity of his injury hanging heavy in the air. Yet, despite the urgency of the situation, I found myself unable to move, trapped in a state of shock and disbelief.As the car sped through the darkened streets, guilt gnawed at me, knowing that Axel's injury was a direct result of him trying to save me. If only I had been more cautious, if only I hadn't allowed myself to fall into Jason's trap or trusted him enough to feel that maybe he won’t cross a line with me, perhaps Axel wouldn't be lying there, fighting for his life.But amidst the chaos of my thoughts, I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of helplessness that gripped me. I stood frozen in the backseat, my hands trembling as I watched Archer's determined expression in the rearview mirror. He was focused on

Georgina WestAs Archer emerged from the shower, his bare torso glistening with droplets of water, I squared my shoulders and met his gaze head-on, determined not to falter. "I'm not sharing a room with you," I stated firmly, trying to ignore the tug of attraction that simmered beneath the surface. I kept my eyes locked with his, refusing to let them wander.Despite everything that had happened, I knew it wouldn't take much for me to seek comfort in his arms and then things would escalate.Archer's expression softened, fatigue evident in his features as he ran a hand through his damp hair. "Georgina, please," he pleaded, his vulnerability catching me off guard. "I'm not in the best state of mind right now. I could really use your support. Please, just for tonight. I'm already battling with everyone else. It would be nice if I didn’t have to fight you too."I inwardly groaned, torn between my frustration and sympathy for Archer's obvious distress. With a heavy sigh, I relented. "Fine,"

Georgina WestAs we made our way to the kitchen, I walked ahead, annoyed with the knowing smirk resting on Archer’s beautiful face.This cocky son of a bitch.The lingering question nagged at the back of my mind like an itch I couldn't scratch. "Archer, why is the house empty? Where is everyone?" I finally voiced my concern, unable to shake off the unease as we returned to the eerily silent living room.Archer paused, his expression unreadable for a moment before he offered a reassuring smile. "They're on a vacation," he replied casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I thought it would be best to keep them safe without scaring them, you know?"I frowned, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place. "So, you sent my kids away to keep them safe?" I asked, a hint of disbelief creeping into my voice.Archer nodded, his gaze unwavering. "Exactly. By the time they come back, I want to make sure safety isn't an issue anymore," he explained, his tone confident ye