Chapter Thirty-twoMoment With The KidsMaxon’s POVI stood before the mirror, gazing at my reflection as I dressed in the clothes Sophie had chosen for me. The fabric felt cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the intense heat that had enveloped us just minutes ago. A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I recalled the passionate encounter we had shared. I had missed her, missed the electrifying connection we had always shared, I missed having myself inside of her, I missed our intense moments.With each piece of clothing I put on, I couldn't help but think about Sophie. Despite the painful history between us, our chemistry remained undeniable. A part of me wished we could turn back time, I wished we could go back and I could have avoided what she did to me, but I knew that was an impossible dream. She had hurt me too deeply, and there was no going back. She had done things she shouldn’t have done, she killed the love and trust I had for her, and she almost killed my sister,

Chapter Thirty-fourThe DNA resultMaxon’s POVAs Sophie's stormed away, I found myself sinking to the floor, my legs unable to support me any longer. Guilt and frustration washed over me like a tidal wave. I had made a grave mistake, one that I could not have foreseen. My mind raced with thoughts and self-condemnation.I had been so caught up in the joy of spending time with Amara and Asher that I had forgotten the most critical detail of all—Asher's condition. I had given him ice cream without considering the consequences, and now I watched helplessly as Sophie's anger was justified.Every word she had thrown at me reverberated in my mind like an echo. I felt the weight of her accusations, and it only deepened my sense of guilt. I had been called irresponsible, and I couldn't help but feel that she was right. How could I have overlooked such an essential detail in caring for Asher?My eyes stung with unshed tears as I thought about the life I had missed with my children. If only I ha

Chapter Thirty-sixThe Fight For My KidsMaxon’s POVMy heart pounded with triumphant joy as I sat in the office, the DNA test result in front of me. I had expected this outcome, considering the undeniable resemblance between Amara and Asher, my children, and myself. But Sophie had always been stubborn, never backing down in her determination to keep them away from me, demanding evidence.She had said to me several times that I wasn’t their father, she insulted me and made it a work to always reduce me to nothing.Sophie called me incompetent, she called me irresponsible, she said I would never be able to father my own kids, but I was ready to prove her wrong, to make her take back all she said.Now, I had that evidence.The paper in my hand held the power to shatter Sophie's resistance, to prove that I was the biological father of our children. It was a victory, a step toward reclaiming the precious years I had lost with them. But as I stared at the result, an uncertainty crept in. Wh

Chapter Thirty-eightThe LawsuitSophie’s POVAs the morning light filtered through the curtains, I woke up to find my children nestled beside me. Amara and Asher, their innocent faces at rest, were a reminder of the looming crisis and challenge that hung over our lives. I knew that Maxon had likely already started working on obtaining custody of the kids, and the thought of facing him in court filled me with a deep sense of unease.I headed for the bathroom and took my bath, then head out of the kitchen to make breakfast before the kids wake up.As I did so, my thoughts waved again, back to the looming battle.I had chosen to leave the life I had before behind, to escape the toxic environment, and to build a new life with my children. It had been a difficult journey, filled with challenges and uncertainties, but it was a journey I would take again and again if it meant protecting Amara and Asher.The sound of my children's laughter reached my ears as they stirred awake from their slum

Chapter FortyThe Missing Daughter Sophie’s POV“Go back to your seat and do not make a sound!” Maxon ordered and the man rushed back to his seat, he then turned to me, “I want you to go get the files now!”I hurried back to my workspace, my heart still heavy with embarrassment and anxiety. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and I felt like I was drowning in my own despair.His words still rang in my head, he had called me so many things and insulted me in different ways since I got to the company, but that day was the worse of all.He humiliated me in front of everyone, he made me look like a bad person, he called me incapable, clumsy and more. I shook my head, wondering why the same man who humiliated me in everyone’s presence would stand up for me again.I reached my desk and quickly picked up the file I had forgotten. As I opened my computer to check the email I had sent to Maxon, I realized with a sinking feeling that I had made a terrible mistake. I had mistakenly sent the fil