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Christopher Montreal POVThe call ended with a soft click.I slipped my phone into my pocket and exhaled, letting my eyes drift over the yard of our family mansion. I’d been handling back‑to‑back meetings since morning—being CEO meant there was always something to fix, someone to call, something to sign. At least I was dressed comfortably today in a plain shirt, sweatpants, and not a suit.Soon after, I heard footsteps. I turned around to see Alaric approaching. He wore the same kind of simple clothes, hands shoved into his pockets, and shoulders tense. He’d been quiet for three days now—too quiet. And I knew him well enough to know silence was never a good sign.He stopped beside me.“You good?” I asked.“I’m fine,” he said.A lie. A bad one. Before I could call him out, he spoke again.“What do you remember… from seven years ago? When did Anastasia leave? I mean what happened to Regan?”I turned to him fully, brows pulling together. Of all the topics he could bring up, that was the

Anastasia’s POVThe mountain rose in front of me like a giant—lush green slopes, narrow dirt trails winding upward. It was the kind of view people posted on Instagram with captions like “healing” or “nature therapy.”But my chest felt anything but. Especially with Regan standing a few steps away, looking like he walked straight out of a sportswear commercial. Plain black shirt, hiking pants, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, hair tousled by the breeze in that stupid effortless way.He looked like someone who came here for a photoshoot. I, on the other hand, stood there in my leggings and oversized hoodie, hair tied in a messy ponytail, trying to pretend my heart wasn’t doing gymnastics in my chest.The truth was, I had every chance not to come. I could’ve backed out. I could’ve said no. I could’ve pretended to be sick. But Reid’s excited little face flashed in my mind. That kid was too cute. I couldn’t break my promise to him.And the disappointing part? He wasn’t even here.“You shoul

We started descending when the sky suddenly darkened. A cold wind swept through the trees, and within seconds, rain poured down in sheets. Fog rolled in fast, swallowing the trail until everything looked like a white blur.“Great,” I muttered. “Just great.”Regan scanned the area, squinting through the fog. “We need cover.”We stumbled along the trail, trying to find anything, a tree, a rock, a miracle. Then Regan snapped his fingers.“The map,” he said, pulling it from his pocket. He unfolded it quickly, eyes darting over the markings. “There. A cave. It should be close.”We followed the barely visible path, slipping and sliding until a dark opening appeared between two massive boulders. We ducked inside, dripping wet, breathless, and exhausted.The rain roared outside, echoing through the stone walls.Regan shook the water from his hair and glanced at me.“You okay?”I crossed my arms, shivering slightly. “I’m fine.”But my heart was pounding. From the climb. From the rain. From him

Anastasia’s POVI can feel Regan’s fingers inside of me. With his fingers in my pussy, I felt that thick, enveloping sensation I had never before felt. Just from two of his big digits, I am stretched this far.I couldn’t think straight.Everything felt hazy, warm, too close. My thoughts tangled together, slipping through my fingers before I could hold on to any of them. It wasn’t rational, none of this was but reason had stopped mattering the moment his hands touched me.My mind was a blur, flooded with heat and confusion and something dangerously close to longing. Every breath felt too shallow. Every heartbeat too loud. I knew I should stop, pull away, say something, anything, but my body wasn’t listening to me.It was like I’d stepped outside myself, watching from a distance as instinct drowned out logic.I hated how easily he unraveled me. I hated how familiar it felt. I hated how much I didn’t want to stop.But most of all, I hated that a part of me, a part I’d buried years ago st

Anastasia’s POVIt’s been three days since that stupid hike.Three days since Regan decided to turn into some kind of… persistent delivery service. Food still arrives at the door—breakfast, lunch, dinner. Flowers too. Different kinds every day.And now he messages actively. I haven’t opened most of them. I haven’t replied to any.I’m too embarrassed, angry mostly to myself and confused. Because how the hell did I end up making out with my ex‑husband? Well—soon to be ex‑husband.I groaned and buried my face into Atticus’s pillow. I’d been lying on his bed for the past hour, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything I shouldn’t be replaying.My train of thought stopped when Atticus put down his iPad.He looked at me with that serious little face of his. “Mommy, do you have a breathing problem?”I blinked. “What?”“You keep sighing. Like… a lot.”Before I could respond, he scooted closer, cupped my cheeks with his tiny hands, and said, “Do this.”He exaggerated a slow inhale, chest