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Devon’s POVI was still standing in my room when the door closed behind me, the sound softer than it should have been, and yet it felt like it echoed through my skull.The house was quiet in that way it always became at night. My hands were shaking.I pressed my palms against the edge of the dresser and leaned forward, staring at my reflection in the mirror without really seeing it. My tie was loosened. My shirt was wrinkled. I looked like a man who had almost made a decision he would never have forgiven himself for.Ivy. The image hit me without warning. Her perfume. Her fingers. The way she had smiled like she already owned something she did not. The way my body had responded before my mind could catch up.I squeezed my eyes shut. God!! Fuck!!If Ashley had not walked in…The thought made my stomach turn. Shame crawled up my spine, hot and relentless. Not because of Ivy. Not even because of Taylor but because of my daughter. Because I had been standing there, halfway between lonelin

Taylor’s POVThe next morning came far too quickly, like the night had barely existed at all.I was already at work by the time the sun fully settled into the sky, my body running on habit while my mind lagged several steps behind, heavy with everything I had said, and meant, the night before. I sat at my desk, staring at my screen without really seeing it, my thoughts tangled and heavy. My body was here, upright and functioning, but my mind was still caught somewhere between last night and every memory it had dragged back to the surface.At least Ashley was safe.The thought came automatically, instinctively, easing the tight knot in my chest just a little. Lara had taken her early that morning, promising pancakes and cartoons, promising to keep her distracted and happy. Knowing my daughter was with someone I trusted gave me a fragile sense of control, one I clung to tightly. Even though she said things that angered me last night, she was still the same Lara. She wouldn't do anythin

Taylor’s POVI stood in my driveway for a moment longer than necessary, staring at the house like it might blink and prove me right.Maybe this was another imagination. Yes!Yes? Maybe?That thought made me snort softly, shaking my head at myself. My mind had clearly been running wild all day, conjuring things that were not there, things I should not want. Devon’s car outside my house had probably been the final straw for my already frayed sanity.“Get a grip,” I muttered, locking my car.I stepped inside cautiously, half expecting the living room to be empty, half expecting to find nothing but my own paranoia waiting for me.Instead, I saw him.Devon was sitting on the couch like he belonged there. One arm rested casually along the back, his jacket folded neatly beside him, his posture relaxed in that infuriatingly composed way that always made me feel like I was the only one unraveling.And then he stood.He did not rush. He did not look startled. He simply rose and walked toward me

Taylor’s POVI should have said no.I knew I should have. That was the sensible answer so as the safe one. The answer that kept everything neat, contained, rather than spilling over the way my chest already felt like it was doing—pressing and threatening to shatter me from the inside out.But Devon’s hands were still there, warm and firm on my hips, anchoring me in a way that felt both strange and familiar. Like I was remembering something I hadn’t realized I’d forgotten. Somewhere deep down, it felt like he had never left.“Should we take this upstairs?” he asked, his voice low and steady.It hung between us, soft but heavy. Not commanding, not pushing, not assuming. Just asking...like really asking!! And somehow, that made it harder to breathe than if he had grabbed me and demanded it.I searched his face, desperate for a foothold, for the arrogance I had known for years, the kind of confidence that made him unstoppable. The kind that made him seem untouchable. But somehow with me,

Devon’s POVThe sound of Ashley crying did not fade when I stepped back. It stayed. It rang in my ears like something broken that could never be fixed again.Blood smeared my knuckles. It dotted the floor. It stained the moment in a way I knew I would never forget. Derrick lay on the ground groaning, his laughter still wet and ugly, but none of that mattered anymore.All I could see was my daughter.Ashley clung to Lara, her small body shaking, her face red and streaked with tears. She looked at me like she did not recognize me at all.And that… that destroyed something inside my chest.What have I done?I took a step toward her instinctively, my hands lifting in surrender, my voice already breaking before it left my mouth.“Ashley,” I said softly. “Baby, I...”“Get away from her.”Taylor’s voice cut through me like a blade.She stood between us now, her back straight, her arms shaking as she reached for Ashley. Lara hesitated for only a second before passing her into Taylor’s arms.A