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Sienna’s POV“Mummy!!!!” Ava squeals as she runs up to me from the airport, followed by her calm brother Chris. My mum wasn’t with them—she had to stay back with Ryan, which was understandable. This was my fight, not theirs.“My baby…” I say, lifting Ava up as she asks me to spin her around. I do, and she squeals again, full of energy. She was such a hassle, my little fire.“Mummy.” Chris’s quiet voice comes next. I bend to lift him up too. He was so different from his sister—silent, calculating, colder than any four-year-old should be. While Ava was trouble, the fire, Chris was the calm in the storm.“Big guy,” I say, pecking his cheek.“Mummy, you’ll show me around, right?” Ava tugs my sleeve.“Of course, baby.” I smile. Then I turn to my mum and give her a hug. She rubs my back gently, her presence always grounding me.“Mummy, let’s go, let’s go!” Ava squeals again. She was so noisy, so vibrant, making me forget, even for a moment, the chaos of my world. But deep down, I knew the q

SiennaI step into the same room I once promised myself never to return to, but here I was—all for the sake of my children. My eyes move around the space; nothing had really changed except that it looked cleaner and more neatly arranged.I was back in Nic’s private mansion. He had suggested that his children come with me, and if I refused, he threatened custody. He knew I couldn’t bear to lose my kids. He knew I couldn’t live without them. He used them as leverage, just like he once used my father. Then he suggested I come with him, because he knew the kids wouldn’t agree to go with him—especially Chris, my sweet boy who was a mummy’s boy.I wanted to see my father, to be sure he was okay, but Nic wouldn’t allow it. He said he had to make sure I wouldn’t do anything “stupid.”When I called my mum and told her, she was furious, ready to call her lawyers, but I begged her to calm down. I admitted I felt guilty—I had stripped Nic of his children. She understood and told me to stay strong

Sienna POVI pulled back Ava, who stared at Nic’s mother with wide eyes.“Are you my grandmother?” Ava asked softly.“Come here, baby. I’m your grandmother,” Calista said, her eyes softening as she looked at both Chris and Ava.“He looks just like his father. Remind me to call my husband—I’m very sure he will love to see them,” she said to me, stepping closer and then retreating slightly.“I know I have wronged you, Sienna. I’m really sorry. All I want now is peace in my family… please believe me,” she added, sincerity shining in her eyes. It was as if she was ready to make amends.“But I have only one grandma,” Ava said in her small voice, pulling me from my thoughts.“She’s Daddy’s mummy, baby,” I said softly, watching Chris approach her. For the first time, he seemed warm and open, something I hadn’t seen before, and I felt a little shocked. Calista pulled him into a hug, happy to have his approval.Ava hesitated at first.“Come here, baby. I don’t bite,” Calista said gently, final

Sienna POV“Are you okay?” Nic asks as he turns to look at me. I turn to look at him.“I saw—” I say, turning back to point at the car where I saw Clara, only for the car to be gone.“Who?” Nic asks, his eyes studying me.“Clara. I fucking saw her, just now,” I say to him. Nic looks out the window.“I swear I’m not lying.”“Calm down. It may just be your eyes playing tricks on you,” he says, placing his hand on my thigh.I am about to reply when Ava interrupts.“Daddy, I want a pony. A very big one,” Ava says as she wiggles her legs.“Of course, baby. I’ll get one for you. Like mother, like daughter—it reminds me of when you requested a pink Lambo,” Nic says, smiling.I smile back, though my thoughts remain fixed on seeing Clara. I know what I saw. My eyes weren’t playing tricks on me, no matter what Nic says.The car rolls smoothly along the gravel driveway, the steady crunch beneath the tires echoing in my ears as I press closer to the window. The mansion looms ahead, impossibly lar

Nic POVSteam curled around us, soft and heavy, but her words cut through it clean—I love you.For a second, I thought the hiss of the shower had played a trick on me. My hand, slick with water, stalled mid-motion against her back. The scent of her shampoo, the warmth of her skin—everything I’d been sinking into—blurred into something sharp, electric. My chest tightened, a pulse pounding behind my ribs like it wanted out. I stared at her, droplets sliding down her cheek, searching for a flicker of hesitation, anything that made this less real. But her eyes stayed on mine, steady and unflinching, and all I could do was grip the tiled wall, as if the whole room might tilt and drag me under.I wanted to say it back, to tell her I loved her—but the words felt trapped in my chest, stubbornly refusing to escape, even though deep down I knew how I felt.“You don’t have to—”“I love you, Seinna,” I finally said. As I spoke, I saw her eyes glisten, teary—like she’d longed to hear those words,