Chapter 81Karen’s POVWhen I walked into the living room, the first thing I noticed was Troy sitting on the couch, his duffel bag at his feet. He looked up as I entered, offering a small, apologetic smile. “You’re leaving?” I asked, glancing at the packed bag, my heart suddenly feeling heavier than I expected.He nodded, his fingers tracing the strap of the duffel bag absentmindedly. “Yeah. Something important came up that I need to take care of. I wish I could stay longer, though.” His voice softened as he added, “Especially with the twins.” I felt an unexpected sting in my chest, a pang of disappointment I hadn’t anticipated. It had only been four days since Troy had come into our lives, but in that short time, I’d grown accustomed to his presence. His easy going nature, the way he interacted with the kids, and how his mere presence seemed to bring a sense of calm into the house—it was all so comforting. And now, to see him leave so soon, it felt like something was being pulled a
Karen’s POVThe office was quieter than usual as I sat at my desk, sorting through emails and making a mental note of the tasks that needed to be prioritized. It was one of those mornings when the world outside seemed to move at a faster pace than I was ready for. I was deep in thought when I heard a light knock on the door."Come in," I called, not bothering to look up, assuming it was one of the team members needing something from me.The door creaked open, and I glanced up to see Devon standing in the doorway, holding a folder in his hands. He looked as serious as ever, his expression a mixture of determination and slight anxiety."Good morning," he said, stepping into the room and approaching my desk. “I, uh, finished the task you gave me yesterday.”I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the folder. “Already?”He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got everything outlined. I didn’t want to waste time, so I… uh, went ahead and completed it.”I took the folder from his hands, my fingers brushing against
Karen’s POVWhen I stepped through the door that evening, the familiar sound of Jordie’s voice greeted me. She was in the kitchen, talking animatedly to the twins, her laughter filling the space in a way that made the house feel more alive. I hadn’t realized just how much I’d missed her presence until now. “Karen!” Jordie’s voice rose with excitement as she caught sight of me entering the room. She quickly made her way over and pulled me into a warm hug. “I missed you!” she said, stepping back to give me a once-over. “How’s everything at the office?” “Hectic, as usual,” I replied with a tired smile. “But I survived.” The twins ran over, each grabbing one of my hands and pulling me toward the living room. “Grandma, you’re back!” Paris exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. Austin chimed in, “We were telling Grandma Jordie about Uncle Troy! He was so fun!” Jordie raised an eyebrow at me as she settled onto the couch. “Speaking of Troy… how’d my nephew do while I was gone?” I cou
Karen’s POV "Troy?" The word escaped my lips before I could stop it. He looked just as startled as I felt, his brown eyes locking with mine for a brief moment before he quickly masked his surprise with a professional expression. The transformation was seamless, but I knew that it looked good enough to catch the flicker of unease beneath it. “Ms. Andrea,” he said, tilting his head slightly. His tone was smooth and professional, as if this was just another business meeting and not an encounter that felt like the universe itself had conspired to catch me off guard. I forced myself to recover, adopting my own mask of calm. “Mr….?”It dawned on me, I didn't even know his last name.“Wave.” He corrected.”Mr. Wave” I replied evenly, acknowledging him with a nod. The assistant who had accompanied him, a poised young woman with sharp eyes and an air of efficiency, stepped forward. “Shall we get started?” she asked, gesturing toward the conference table. I motioned for them to tak
Karen’s POVThe evening air was crisp, a gentle breeze swirling around us as I stood a few feet away from Troy. His presence in the parking lot felt both surreal and oddly fitting."Neither did I," I admitted, meeting his gaze.For a moment, we stood there in the quiet of the parking lot, the distant hum of traffic filling the silence. There was something surreal about seeing him here like this, outside the confines of the conference room and the carefully constructed walls we’d both put up.Troy glanced at me, his expression shifting to something more earnest. “You handled the meeting well, by the way. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but you impressed me.”“Is that so?” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “I didn’t realize I was being graded.”“Not graded,” he said quickly, chuckling. “Just… admired. In a good way.”The compliment caught me off guard, and I felt a warmth creep into my cheeks. “Thank you, I guess. And you—well, you haven’t changed much. Still full of surprises.”Troy
Karen's POVThe morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across my bedroom. I stretched, the events of the previous evening still fresh in my mind. Troy's unexpected revelation, our candid conversation—it all felt like a dream. Yet, the lingering warmth in my chest reminded me it was real.I glanced at the clock. It was time to start the day. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, the cool floor beneath my feet grounding me. As I moved toward the bathroom, my thoughts wandered back to the meeting with Troy. His words echoed in my mind: "It wasn't about titles or positions when I came to your place. It was about reconnecting, about being around someone who didn’t see me as the ‘CEO’ but as me. Just… Troy."I couldn't help but smile at the memory. It was a rare moment of honesty, a glimpse into the man behind the title. I wondered what this meant for us. Could we rebuild what we once had? Or was this just a fleeting encounter, a chapter best left closed?
Karen's Pov.The sunlight filtered through the windows, painting the living room in warm, golden hues. Saturday mornings were always lively, but today, the energy was almost contagious. Paris and Austin darted around the house, their voices ringing with excitement as they packed their beach bags.Jordie stood at the kitchen counter, arranging drinks and snacks in the cooler with her usual efficiency. “Paris, did you grab the sunscreen?” she called out, glancing over her shoulder.“Yes, Grandma!” Paris replied, holding up the bottle with a triumphant grin.I couldn’t help but smile. Jordie had fully embraced her role as “Grandma,” even though she never missed a chance to remind everyone that she still had plenty of life left in her.“Good,” Jordie said, feigning sternness. “You two better not come back looking like sunburned tomatoes.”I slung my tote bag over my shoulder, watching the scene unfold. Moments like these made it easy to forget the weight of everything else.Then my eyes l
Karen's Pov I hadn’t planned on confronting Devon. In fact, I’d done everything in my power to avoid moments like this. But now, standing just a few feet away from him on the crowded beach, there was no denying the twist of fate—or perhaps sheer coincidence—that had brought him here.“What are you doing here, Devon?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.He glanced at me, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his faded jeans. His shirt was worn, the fabric fraying at the seams, and his shoes looked like they’d seen better days. It was jarring. This wasn’t the confident, polished man I’d once known.“Do I need a reason to be at the beach?” he replied with a half-smile, but his tone lacked its usual charm.I crossed my arms, feeling my chest tighten. “Maybe not. But you being here—now, of all times—doesn’t feel accidental.”His smile faded, replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable. “Maybe it’s not. Or maybe I just needed some fresh air and ended up in the same place as yo
EpilogueSix Months LaterThe shopping mall bussied around Karen as she wove through the aisles, her heart hammering in frustration."Austin!" she called, glancing around the shelves filled with colorful toys.No answer."Paris?" she tried again.She spun around, her eyes scanning the store, but the two little troublemakers were nowhere to be found. A pang of panic crept up her spine. Jordie, who had been helping her keep an eye on them, jogged up, her face mirroring Karen’s concern."I swear, I just saw them two minutes ago," Jordie said, glancing around.Karen let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through her hair. "They're fast. Too fast."She pushed past the rows of toys, checking behind shelves and peeking into play areas, but the kids were gone. Her heart pounded harder.Then, suddenly—"You might want to be careful with these two."A deep voice—steady, familiar.Karen turned sharply, and her breath caught in her throat.A man stood a few feet away, holding both Austin and
Karen’s POVThe door burst open with a thunderous bang, the sound echoing through the cold night air. My breath hitched as a swarm of armed officers stormed in, their guns raised in precision, their movements swift and practiced.“Hands in the air! Nobody move!” a commanding voice barked.The room shifted instantly. The arrogant smirks on Liam and Troy’s faces faded, replaced by something I had never seen before—fear.“What the hell is going on?” Liam hissed, his eyes darting toward the doorway.And then she walked in.Lauren.Clad in a sleek black jacket, her presence radiated confidence. She stepped forward, unbothered by the chaos around her, her gaze sharp and unyielding."You forgot about me," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.Troy’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. "Lauren," he spat. "I should’ve known you’d stick your nose in where it doesn’t belong."She smirked, stepping closer, her gaze sweeping over the room before landing on me. There was something in her eyes—
Karen's POV I forced my eyes open, but my mind felt sluggish, struggling to catch up with my surroundings. A dull ache pulsed at the base of my skull, and my body felt impossibly heavy, as if every limb had been weighed down. The sharp sting of cold air sent a shiver down my spine, and a strange, salty scent filled my lungs. This wasn’t the alley. I blinked rapidly, my vision adjusting to the dim light. Instead of damp concrete and graffiti-stained walls, I saw open space. The ground beneath me was rough and uneven, dirt and gravel scraping against my skin as I tried to move. A cold breeze brushed against my skin, sending a shiver through my body. My limbs felt heavy, but I forced myself to move, shaking off the haze.Where had I been?The last thing I remembered was the alley—Devon tied to the chair, Troy’s grip on my arm, Liam’s smirk—then, darkness.As my vision slowly sharpened, I realized we weren’t there anymore. The damp, suffocating alleyway had been replaced with an op
Karen’s POV“Alright, they’ll be back this afternoon.” Jordie’s voice came through the phone, warm and reassuring.In the background, I could hear the kids giggling and playing. My heart ached with how much I missed them.“Let them stop over at the ice cream shop, okay? There’s no rush,” I said with a small smile.The response was immediate—excited squeals and the sound of tiny feet shuffling around.“Mommy!” Austin’s voice piped up next. “Luna and Lucas told us stories!”I chuckled. “Oh? What kind of stories?”“About a pirate and a lost treasure!” he said excitedly. “But Lucas says the treasure was actually a puppy!”“That sounds like a fun story,” I mused. “Did you like it?”“Yes! But Aiden said the pirate should’ve had a pet parrot instead.”Aiden’s voice came in the background. “Because pirates always have parrots, Mommy!”I laughed softly. “Well, I can’t argue with that.”“Can we tell you the story when we get home?” Austin asked hopefully.“Of course, sweetie.” I smiled, my hear
Devon’s POVThis was it.The final move.If I wanted to fix the mess I had created, if I wanted any chance of making things right—not for myself, but for Karen—this was what I had to do. Even if it was the last thing I ever did.Stepping out of the cab, I adjusted my coat and walked toward the elevator. The security at the front barely acknowledged me; Liam had always been arrogant enough to think no one would dare come after him.The elevator ride up was suffocating each passing second amplifying the weight pressing down on my chest.As soon as the doors slid open, I stepped into the hallway leading to Liam’s office. The air carried a faint scent of cigars and leather, a familiar stench that brought back too many memories I’d rather forget.I pushed open the doors without knocking.Liam was seated behind his oversized desk, a whiskey glass in one hand, his other hand lazily flipping through documents. The moment he saw me, his lips curved into an amused smirk, his dark eyes glinting
Devon’s POVThe night was thick with silence, the kind that settled deep into the bones and made a man question everything. The cold metal bars in front of me felt heavier than they should, the dim flickering light above casting elongated shadows across the small, suffocating cell.I leaned back against the wall, running a hand through my hair as my mind spiraled into the past—into the mess that had landed me here.Karen.Her name echoed in my head like a ghost refusing to be forgotten. I remembered the accusations, the way they had thrown my name into the fire, claiming I had been the one threatening her and the kids. The sheer disbelief in her eyes had stung more than I cared to admit.Had it really come to this?A sharp rattling sound jolted me out of my thoughts.I straightened, my instincts kicking in as I turned toward the cell door. The metal groaned, the lock shifting before it swung open.Troy stood there, his face impassive but his eyes burning with something close to contem
Karen’s POVMy breath caught in my throat as I stared at Lauren. The weight of her betrayal hit me like a punch to the gut. I had suspected, but now the reality of her involvement was undeniable."You've been sending me messages," I said, my voice trembling with a mixture of rage and disbelief. "Threatening me, threatening my kids. What the heck do you want? And then you go ahead and kill somebody. You're a psychopath." The words spilled out, the anger rising in me with each passing second.Her lips curled into an almost sinister smile. She didn’t even flinch at the accusation. Instead, she laughed—a soft, mocking sound that made my skin crawl."I hate you Karen,” she said. "And yes, I’ve been sending some messages. But it was only to check up on you. Nothing much. Just checking how things were going." Her voice dripped with sarcasm, as if everything she had done was just some petty game.I could feel my blood boiling. "You killed somebody," I snapped. "How can you sit there and act
Karen’s POVI sat in the small office at the station, my fingers curled into my lap as I tried to steady my breathing. The tension in the room was suffocating, thick with the weight of everything that had just happened. Troy stood in front of me, his arms crossed, his gaze hard and unyielding.“They have leads, Karen,” he said, his voice firm. “And all of them point to Devon.”I shook my head, my stomach twisting uncomfortably. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “Devon wouldn’t do this. He—”Troy cut me off, stepping closer and placing a file down on the desk in front of me. “We just got this,” he said. “And I need you to face it.”Slowly, I reached forward, my hands trembling as I flipped the folder open. My breath caught in my throat.It was the same photo. A blurry image of a man, caught in the act of what looked like a secret exchange. The shadows obscured his features, but the shape, the stance—It was Devon?I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs.“No,” I murmured, m
Devon's pov.The next day, I walked into Karen’s office, my mind still reeling from the night before. The memory of her lips, her body pressing against mine, and the raw emotions we had shared clung to me like a second skin. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop feeling it.I had barely slept, replaying every detail in my head, wondering what she must be thinking now. Did she regret it? Did it mean anything to her? Did it mean as much to her as it did to me?Her office door was slightly ajar, and I caught a glimpse of her inside. She was seated at her desk, her expression neutral, focused on something on her computer screen. But I knew her well enough to notice the tension in her shoulders, the way her fingers tapped absently against the edge of her desk.She was thinking about last night too.I took a deep breath, steeling myself, and pushed the door open fully. She looked up, her green eyes locking onto mine. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us felt char