First of all, thank you very much for supporting this story!! Love and many thanks! Maya is undoubtedly a malicious woman. She will stop at nothing to achieve her goals, even if it means destroying others' families. So, in your opinion, does a man like Louis deserve forgiveness? The latter part of the story will bring you more unexpected twists and turns ;)
Emily’s POVI sat there at the table, my hands clenched so tightly in my lap that my nails dug crescents into my skin. My throat felt raw, though I hadn’t said much. The words Charles had hurled at me were still ricocheting inside my head, echoing like the cruelest sermon: spiteful, petty, exclusion
Damian’s POVThe smell of melted cheese and tomato sauce lingered in the air, a heavy, comforting perfume that mixed with the faint musk of leather furniture and the old baseball memorabilia mounted on John’s walls. The game played on the television, announcers shouting names and statistics I only h
Charles’ POVI had left Maya and Louis’s home with the weight of guilt pressing down on me, heavier than the late summer sun on my shoulders. Their faces haunted me as I drove back to the mansion—Maya’s flushed with rage, Louis’s twisted with quiet, simmering anger. They had every right to be upset.
Louis’ POVI couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My father-in-law, standing there with that steady, unflinching expression, telling us that Damian and Emily had set their date—October tenth. The words echoed in my head like a bell tolling. I had known it would come, of course, ever since they annou
Maya’s POVOscar’s breathing had already slowed to the gentle rhythm of sleep when I placed him carefully into his crib. I smoothed the blanket across his little body, my fingers brushing against his warm cheek. For a moment, I lingered there, watching him. He was everything to me—my reason, my joy,
Charles’ POVThe drive over to Maya and Louis’s house was heavier than I wanted to admit. The weight wasn’t from traffic, nor from exhaustion, but from secrets I carried in my chest like stones I couldn’t set down. Damian’s wedding. Emily’s presence. The urgency in the date they had chosen, and the