Skylar watched from a distance as her sons, played catch with Jason in the park. It had been a few weeks since she has started letting him and the kids see each other, but she was glad that despite all that had occurred, they could maintain an amicable relationship for the sake of their children.“Mom, look! I caught it!” Lorenzo exclaimed, waving the baseball in triumph.“That’s awesome, buddy!” Skylar cheered, smiling at her youngest son’s excitement.Jason chuckled, ruffling Lorenzo’s hair. “You’re getting good at this, champ.”Skylar approached them, a picnic basket in hand. “Lunchtime, boys!”As they settled on the picnic blanket, Jared turned to Jason. “Dad, can we go fishing next weekend?”Jason glanced at Skylar, seeking her approval. She nodded, giving him a warm smile. “Sure, that sounds like fun.”Over sandwiches and juice boxes, they chatted about school, sports, and upcoming plans. Despite the changes in their family dynamic, Skylar was grateful to see her sons bon

Skylar watched as Jason walked away, his shoulders slumped, his usual bright smile replaced by a look of hurt. She clenched her fists, trying to push down the fluttering emotions in her chest. She couldn’t let herself get carried away again. Not after what happened the last time.Jason, on the other hand, couldn’t understand what had changed her mind. He had felt like they were building something together, or had he misunderstood. He had decided to go to his apartment tonight, and currently, he was sat in his driveway, just reminiscing the events of the past hours. God! He was so utterly in love with Skylar. He didn’t even know he was crying until something wet rolled over his lips. He brought his fingers to trace his lips, still feeling the ghost of the kiss. The mere memory of it, bringing a small smile to his face. He took a few moments to gather himself, before leaving his car, locking it and trudging his way to his front door.Meanwhile, Jared ran back to his room, his little

Lorenzo blinked groggily as he regained consciousness, the anaesthesia slowly wearing off. Confusion swept over him as he found himself in a hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile scent of antiseptic. His parents and brother were by his side, their faces etched with concern.“Dad? Mom?” Lorenzo’s voice trembled as he tried to make sense of his surroundings.Skylar leaned in, her eyes filled with relief. “Lorenzo, you’re awake.”Lorenzo’s heart pounded with fear as he struggled to remember what had happened. “What’s going on? Why am I here?”His father, took his hand, his voice gentle but firm. “You had to go through detox, buddy. But you’re going to be okay now.”Memories of his birthday party flooded back to Lorenzo, accompanied by a sense of dread. “Detox? But I don’t understand...”Skylar brushed a strand of hair from Lorenzo’s forehead, her voice trembling. “It’s because of the drink you had at your birthday party, sweetheart. It made you very sick.”Lorenzo’s eyes widene

Skylar lay on the couch, her fever slowly subsiding, while her mind replayed the recent birthday incident involving Lorenzo. The paranoia lingered, a constant shadow over her thoughts.A knock at the door startled her, and she slowly got up to open the door. At this point, she wasn’t even surprised to find Jason at the door. He had been a welcome presence in the house, in the absence of Emilio.“Hey, Skylar. How are you feeling?” Jason’s tone was like that of a doting mother, and it made Skylar’s heart bit a little faster.He made his way into the house, putting down the breakfast he had picked up for them and the kids, before moving to the loving. He found Skylar cocooned in blankets and he could help but smile. She looked so adorable with her puffy bread cheeks and a small pout on her face as she navigated the channels on the TV. “I’m feeling better now, Jason. I told you this when you called last night. I also remember telling you that you don’t have to come over today. I’m su

In the dimly lit confines of her small New York City apartment, Alexandra paced back and forth, her mind consumed by a tumultuous storm of emotions. With each step, the weight of her failed attempts to sabotage Jason and Skylar’s relationship bore down upon her like a leaden cloak.“Why can’t you see, Jason?” she muttered to herself, her voice laced with frustration. “She’s not right for you. You belong with me.”Her hands trembled as she reached for the photographs adorning the walls, images of Jason and Skylar frozen in moments of happiness that felt like knives twisting in her heart. With a primal scream of rage, she tore them down, their glossy surfaces crumpling beneath her fingers.“You’re mine, Jason!” she cried out, her voice raw with desperation. “You’re supposed to be with me!”With each photograph she destroyed, Alexandra’s anguish grew, a seething cauldron of resentment and envy bubbling within her chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stumbled across the room