Her words, calm and final, felt like a door slamming shut in my face. Without waiting for a response, she let Liam carry her down the hall, his quiet voice murmuring reassurances I couldn’t make out. The sound of their footsteps faded, leaving me alone in the empty corridor. By the time I stumbl
Lauren's POV The hospital lights buzzed faintly overhead, their sterile glow reflecting off the glossy tiles and making the air feel colder than it was. My skin prickled as I stood near the window, the distant sounds of muffled voices and rolling gurneys filling the silence. A day had passed sin
“He won’t,” Liam said confidently. “Not if we do it right. And in the meantime, we’ll keep a close eye on him. He’s not getting away with anything under my watch.” I hesitated, mulling it over. It could work. I looked at Liam, his long jacket and tall, square frame. “Okay,” I said finally. “Let’
Lauren's POV The hospital lights buzzed faintly overhead, their sterile glow reflecting off the glossy tiles and making the air feel colder than it was. My skin prickled as I stood near the window, the distant sounds of muffled voices and rolling gurneys filling the silence. “You’re distracted,”
Alexander's POV I stared at the letter for what felt like hours, though I knew it had only been minutes. The paper was stiff in my hands, the bold text glaring back at me: DNA test results: Owen is biologically related to Sophia. It didn’t make sense. Yet it did. This was the truth I’d always kn
It had been weeks since everything changed. Since I reluctantly let Alexander back in, our deal, my patients. Even after everything that happened, he still, without fail, left my mind scrambled. Heating up the hot cocoa on the stove, I watched the water bubble as I stirred the sweet smelling drink
Lauren's POV I didn’t expect him. Not tonight, not like this. Alexander. I hadn’t seen him like this, drunk and desperate, in… well, ever. His dark hair was messy, falling just enough to frame his sharp jawline, and his face was tense, the familiar brooding look I once loved now mixed with som
“Alexander,” I hissed, my voice shaking. “You need to leave. Right now.” Instead, he stepped closer, his broad frame towering over me, his body radiating heat that I could feel even with the small distance left between us. His breath was warm against my skin, carrying the faint scent of whiskey, a
“Sophia,” he said, his voice shaking. “She… she’s awful. A horrible mom. She—she threatened me.” “What?” I leaned forward, my heart pounding. “She said if I didn’t do what she wanted, she’d…” His voice cracked, and he buried his face in his little hands. “Take your time,” I said softly, trying
Lauren's POV The news was on in the background, the chatter of the anchors blending with the occasional giggle from Abigail as she colored on the living room floor. I had half an ear on the TV, more focused on sorting through the mountain of laundry I’d been ignoring for days. But then a familiar
Her hand landed on my shoulder, and I stiffened. The room fell silent, and I could feel every single eye on me, their gazes like lasers boring into my skin. “He’s the light of our lives,” Sophia said, her voice full of practiced affection. I resisted the urge to laugh—or maybe cry. Light of thei
Owen's POV One gala, right into another. This one felt less like an event and more like a loud, glittering outdoor carnival masquerading as high society. The kind of place where you had to squint—not just from the blinding sunlight reflecting off sequins, but from the overwhelming brightness of
He leaned forward, finally looking me in the eyes, his expression unreadable. “Sophia, I’m not firing her. You need to let this go. It’s between you and our…son.” My hands clenched into fists at my sides. “You’re really not going to do anything?” I asked, my voice a dangerous whisper. “You’re just
Sophia's POV I was furious. No, that wasn’t even the right word. Fury was too simple, too tame. What I felt was something darker, more visceral. The kind of rage that settled deep in your chest and burned through your veins until all you could see was red. It wasn’t just anger anymore—it was a n
Owen's POV The ballroom was everything I imagined it would be: glittering chandeliers dripping with crystals, walls covered in gold trim, and tables set with so many forks it made me wonder if anyone actually knew how to use them all. Grown-ups in fancy clothes laughed too loudly and carried gla
The line went silent for a moment, and I could almost hear his trembling on the other end. Good. He should be nervous. But his silence only fueled my anger. “You’re useless,” I continued, my voice colder now. “But, I’m not done with you yet, Doctor. Keep close.” “Yes, ma’am.” his voice replied q
Sophia's POV The soft click of my heels against the linoleum was muffled as I stepped into the shadows of the adjacent hallway, positioning myself just out of sight of Alexander’s hospital office. The air was almost too clean, and it made me wrinkle my nose in disdain. Hospitals always had that