Chapter 1: The New Storm Lily’s laughter filled the nursery as Alexander spun her around in his arms. She was two years old now, full of energy and already trying to copy her father’s serious expressions. “Again, Dada!” she squealed. I leaned against the doorframe, smiling. Two years of marriage. Two years of real love. The penthouse had become a real home — filled with paintings, toys, and the sound of our daughter’s voice. Alexander caught my eye and grinned. “Come join us, Mommy.” I walked over and he pulled me into their little circle, kissing me softly while Lily clapped between us. “Best part of my day,” he murmured against my lips. It was perfect. Until it wasn’t. Later that evening, after Lily was asleep, we were on the balcony when Alexander’s phone rang. He frowned at the unknown number but answered anyway. His face changed within seconds. “What do you mean she’s here?” he said sharply. I sat up straighter. “Who?” He put the call on speaker. A woma
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