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For a long moment after Selene walked away, Aira couldn’t move. It felt as though the world had shifted slightly off balance, like something invisible had been pushed out of place and refused to settle back. Adrian was the first to react. “Let’s get inside,” he said quietly. Aira nodded, though her thoughts were still somewhere behind them—on the street, in Selene’s eyes, in the way her gaze had lingered on Zayn just a second too long. That look hadn’t been curiosity. It had been recognition. And that terrified her. ⸻ The apartment felt smaller than usual. Too exposed. Too fragile. Zayn ran ahead the moment they stepped in, already distracted by his toys, unaware of how close something dangerous had come to touching his world. Aira stood by the door for a second longer than necessary before locking it. Then locking it again. Adrian noticed. “She won’t come here,” he said gently. Aira let out a quiet, humorless breath. “You don’t know Selene.” “N

Lucien did not go to work the next morning. That alone should have been enough to signal something was wrong. He wasn’t the type to step away from responsibility—not for confusion, not for distraction. But this wasn’t either of those things. This was something deeper. Something unresolved. He sat in his study, files spread across the desk, his laptop open but untouched. Instead, his attention remained fixed on something far less tangible. Memory. It came in fragments. Never fully. Never clearly. But enough to unsettle him. Aira standing by the window, one hand resting unconsciously against her stomach. The tension in her voice during their last conversations. The distance that had grown between them long before she walked out. And then— After she was gone— That message. His expression tightened slightly. He could almost see it. A document. A report. Cold. Simple. Final. He remembered how he had felt reading it. Not shock. Not d

Lucien did not call her immediately. For the first time since the thought had taken root, he held himself back—not out of hesitation, but because something in him had shifted from impulse to precision. If the past had been manipulated, then rushing forward blindly would only make him easier to control again. And Lucien Carter had never been a man who liked being controlled. Still— That didn’t stop the pull. He stood by the window of his study, phone in hand, the city stretching endlessly below him. His reflection stared back faintly against the glass—composed, steady… but no longer certain. Aira’s name sat on his screen. Unchanged. Untouched. For three years. His thumb hovered briefly before he locked the phone again. Not yet. If he was going to do this— He needed to understand what he was stepping into. ⸻ Across the city, Selene already knew. She didn’t need proof. She didn’t need confirmation. She could feel it. The shift. Lucien wasn’t st

Lucien had never been a man who doubted his decisions. Once he made a choice, he stood by it. Clean. Final. Unquestioned. That was how he had always lived—how he had built his name, his reputation, his control. So the unfamiliar weight sitting in his chest tonight irritated him more than he cared to admit. The file on his desk remained unopened. It had been there for over an hour. That alone was enough to tell him something was wrong. Lucien Carter did not delay work. Yet every time he reached for it, his mind drifted—pulled back to a ballroom filled with light that had felt too bright, too loud, too indifferent to the moment that had quietly shifted something inside him. Aira. He leaned back slightly in his chair, exhaling through his nose as if that would steady the thoughts pressing at him. Three years. Three years since she walked away from him. Three years since everything between them had ended in a way that felt… resolved. At least, that was what h

  Lucien did not believe in loose ends.    It was a principle he had built his life on—every decision accounted for, every outcome calculated, every chapter of his life closed with precision.    But something about this… wasn’t closed.    It hadn’t been for a long time.    He stood by the window of his penthouse, his phone still in his hand long after the call ended. The city stretched endlessly beneath him, alive and indifferent, but his thoughts were elsewhere—caught between the past he thought he understood and the present that no longer made sense.    The baby survived.    Aira’s voice echoed in his head.    Soft. Controlled. Careful.    But undeniable.    His jaw tightened slightly. &nbs