NoahNoah stood by the window, his eyes fixed on the gardeners working diligently outside. The meticulously manicured lawn stretched out in front of him, a sea of green punctuated by vibrant flower beds. But his mind was elsewhere, replaying the moment he had seen his daughter for the first time.Th
“Besides,” Zoe continued, “if you’re worried about having an heir, Adam will become your heir once we’re married. You know how much he adores you already.”Noah couldn’t help but smile at the thought of Zoe’s son. The boy had quickly wormed his way into Noah’s heart over the past few months. He was
HannahI stared at the wedding invitation on my dresser, my fingers tracing the ornate gold lettering. Noah and Zoe’s wedding was coming up soon. The thought still made my stomach churn, but now there was a new emotion mixed in with the hurt.Determination.“You know what?” I said to Viona, who was
Drake smirked. “Maybe you’re just a badass by nature.”I rolled my eyes, but couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. “Oh, stop it, you flatterer. I’m going to go change.”As I showered in the locker room, letting the hot water soothe my aching muscles, I found myself imagining the upcoming weddi
HannahI stared at my phone, my thumb hovering over the ‘Message’ button on David’s profile. His main picture was an incredibly handsome one—he was wearing an expensive suit, dark hair neatly slicked back and his black beard freshly trimmed. There was a roguish sort of handsomeness about him, eyes c
NoahNoah stood in the foyer of his spacious home, listening to the sound of Zoe’s laughter fading as she left for her bachelorette party, tiara askance on her head.“See you later, honey!” she called out, waving as she climbed into the waiting limousine, where all of her friends were already drinki
Guilt gnawed at him as he remembered accusing Hannah of cheating all those months ago. The memory of that night, of Hannah slapping him so hard he had fallen, played on repeat in his mind, fresh as ever despite how much time had passed.He could still feel the sting of her palm against his cheek if
HannahI wiped the sweat from my face and neck with a towel, gulping down water from my bottle. My muscles ached pleasantly from the intense workout, my limbs feeling delightfully loose and limber.“Great session today, Hannah,” Drake said, clapping me on the shoulder. He might have even been more b
“Almost done…” she murmured, leaning in with a touch of gloss for my lips. I couldn’t help but laugh at how serious she looked, as if I were some delicate art piece she was trying to perfect. Finally, she stepped back with a smile. “There. Now, the dress.” Amber was already at my side, helping m
Hannah The next morning, I woke with a flutter in my stomach that had nothing to do with morning sickness. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. I blinked up at the ceiling, letting that first realization sink in. It was the day of our wedding. In le
Hannah Mornings had gotten louder since Melody learned to walk. And she wasn’t just walking—she was trying to run, arms flapping and her chubby legs barely holding her up as she went. This morning, she seemed to be hell bent on dashing down the hallway as Noah tried to brush his teeth and I hunted
I laughed, hoping it sounded more natural than I felt. “Hey, I can spoil you once in a while if I want. Just because it’s a Thursday doesn’t mean I can’t surprise you.” We chatted about our day as we ate, filling each other in on all the usual things. But every so often, his eyes would flicker to
Hannah My hands shook a little as I straightened the delicate flower crown over Melody’s soft hair, adjusting it so the petals framed her tiny face just right. She blinked up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, slapping her hands contentedly on the top of her high chair. I smiled as I ran my f
Hannah By the time we stepped out of the ring, it felt as if my entire body was on fire. Every muscle seemed to be taut, every heartbeat one thump away from shifting. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to run circles around the building or maybe tear up the walls like a caged animal. What was wrong wit
Hannah For what felt like the hundredth time that morning, I sidestepped Drake’s punch with ease, narrowly dodging his hook. Training with him had become an obsession of mine lately. He’d pushed me in ways I hadn’t expected, helping me learn how to use my speed and endurance instead of relying on
Noah pushed himself harder, letting out a playful howl as he gained on her, the hunt pulsing through his veins like a drug. She glanced back, her ears twitching, and he saw her eyes flash with excitement before she put on an extra burst of speed. It became a game of cat and mouse, each of them pus
Noah For the millionth time that morning, Noah’s gaze drifted from the stack of papers on his desk to the stretch of forest that was visible through the office window. The afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting that familiar, deep green hue over the landscape. Just seeing the expans