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Steve’s P.O.V.As I come outside to convince my father to give Grace a second chance, I see him seated on the sofa, glaring straight.I settle down beside him.“Dad, I know your anger is justified. Keep Grace aside and think about your grandchildren. They deserve to live with their mother. It’s not right to separate them from her.” As I explain to him, he stares at me, his face etched with anger.“I’m thinking about my grandchildren only, Steve. If they stay with that woman, they’ll become like her. Why don’t you understand, Steve, she’ll have a bad influence on them?” I lower my gaze, hearing all this. It really hurts me to see my father angry at Grace because I love her. Although l can’t forgive her, I can’t see her in pain and let anybody berate her. But what dad is thinking, I can totally understand from where he is coming from. So, I must handle this situation with care.I take a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convince him. “Dad, I believe people can change. Grace
The car pulls into the driveway of our New York mansion, and as the driver opens the door, I step out and take Evan in my arms from his cot.As Grace and Giana emerge from the car, my gaze turns towards them and my eyes soften, feeling immense contentment with her and our babies’ presence.When I left the house for the meeting a few days ago, I wasn’t at peace. All I wanted was Grace. I just longed for her presence. Little did I know that when I returned, I would not only have Grace with me but also these two adorable munchkins who fill me with immense strength and love just by being there.“Let’s go,” I say, giving a small smile to Grace as I notice her staring at me and then at the mansion, looking a little nervous. She nods, and we move towards the entrance.The house is decorated with balloons and banners. It’s as if the entire mansion is prepared for a celebration.We walk to the main entrance, cradling the twins. The door opens, and Dad gives a stern look to Grace before looking
The next morning, as I wake up, I find Steve getting ready for the office. I check on the babies. They both are sleeping peacefully in the crib.I can’t believe it’s been over a week since the twins came into the world. It feels like they were born just yesterday! And it’s incredible how Steve, my ex-husband, stands by me every day.“Good morning, mommy,” he wishes to me, a warm smile gracing his lips, as I step down from the bed.“Good morning, Daddy,” I respond to him in a cheerful tone.It feels unreal that we’re living together again, not as a couple, but it still feels so good. Just his mere presence is enough to brighten my day. I really don’t want a life where he’s with me. Those eight months without him were miserable, and it was all my fault for hiding my pregnancy. I feel like such an idiot for doing that.“Anyway, I’ve hired a nanny for the twins. She’ll help you in my absence,” he informs me, adjusting his tie.“Steve, you didn’t have to do that. I can take care of them. O
Steve and I enter the room where Olivia has been taking care of our little twins.Steve’s eyes light up as he approaches the crib where Giana and Evan lie peacefully. “Hey, my little munchkins. Daddy missed you.” He coos, gently picking them up one by one and kissing their foreheads.A contented smile spread across my face as I stand by, watching him with the twins. The way he holds them, the affection in his eyes—it’s a sight that warms my heart. I never thought that I would ever experience this. But the more I experience this side of him, the more I fall for him.“Olivia, you can go to the guest room. When we need any help, we’ll give you a call.” As Steve orders her, she leaves after nodding.He embraces Giana closer to his heart with a contented smile on his face. “Princess, you have no idea how much Daddy missed these cuddles.”As he spends time with Giana and Evan, I receive a message on my phone.It’s from Elsa.Elsa: Hello, babes. What’s going on?I sit on the sofa, typing.Me
As we reach downstairs, cradling each baby, photographers rush toward us to capture our photos.We strike poses for them, beaming, our eyes locked on our precious little ones. Bending down, I press a gentle kiss on Giana’s tiny forehead, and like magic, a smile spreads across her face. It’s incredible how much she adores her daddy’s touch! While we’re completely engrossed in Giana’s adorable smile, Evan cries because his mama and daddy are busy with his sister. He needs our attention, maybe. “Don’t cry, my baby.” I calm him down by rubbing his back, and he eventually falls asleep in my arms while the photographers continue to capture the precious moment. All eyes are on us tonight.Grace’s father approaches us, his eyes welling up with tears of joy as he sees his grandchildren for the first time. He takes Evan from my arms, showering him with kisses, and then takes Giana into his arms, doing the same.He turns to Grace with guilt in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Grace, for not supporting yo
Steve’s P.O.V.It’s been a few days since the twins’ welcome party. The dance with Grace that night it’s forever etched in my memory. It was such a blissful moment. And now, it’s been almost three weeks since Grace reentered my life, bringing along our two bundles of joy. With each passing day, I’m trusting Grace more and more. She has truly changed herself. I’m not angry with her anymore. Actually, when I reflect on our past, I have realised that it wasn’t entirely her fault for not telling me about her pregnancy. I never made her feel like I truly cared for her, and I never made an effort to truly understand her on a deeper level.So, as much as she was at fault, I was at fault as well. Somewhere, I feel I was more at fault because when she left me, during our separation, I used to claim that I loved her, that I would be there for her, and that I just wanted to meet her. But when I met her, what did I do? I blamed her.It was so foolish of me that instead of engulfing her in my arm
I return to the earth as twins squirm in my arms, trying to catch my attention. Their innocent smile distracts me from the guilt I’m going through. “I’m sorry, little ones that I misjudged your mommy. Will you both help me understand her better?” I whisper to the twins, feeling remorse for hurting my love. As if responding to me, the twins giggle and lift their hands to touch my face. Their touch gives me a comforting warmth.I also feel a bit relieved because the changed version of Grace wasn't just my imagination. She has truly changed. She wasn’t deceiving me for her purposes. My love story will get a happy ending, I’m certain now.I decide to talk with Grace, understanding that there might be more to the story than I initially understood. As I enter our room, I find her sitting alone on the sofa, her eyes filled with pain, fixed on the floor. Whenever I see her upset, it shatters my heart. But now it hurts me even more because I’m the reason for her pain.Damn it, Steve. Just s
After finally putting the twins to sleep in the crib, we let out a sigh of relief as we settle on the edge of the bed. Today, they were showing unlimited tantrums, which left us exhausted.But as we sit there, side by side and our lips curved into a smile of contentment, we reflect on the journey that brought us here. We reminisce about the past, our contract marriage, our quarrels, the mistakes we made, the misunderstandings that tore us apart, and the pain of being apart from each other. However now, with our beautiful twins, we realise that everything we went through was worth it.As we hold each other's hands and gaze into each other’s eyes, we make a promise to never let anything come between us again. We silently vow to cherish and support each other and to never let our doubts drive us apart again.“Thank you for giving me another chance.” Grace rests her head on my shoulder and continues, “When a few days back you shouted at me, I thought I lost you and our family would neve
Grace’s P.O.V. A Few Days Later “You know, if you don’t want to, we can go back home,” Steve whispers, entangling my pinky with his, sitting in the driver’s seat beside me. Twins settle in the car backseats, engrossed in each other. We’re visiting Jace and Zara’s house for dinner. Zara had been urging us to meet her for more than a year because she wanted to apologise, but I wasn’t ready for it. Although she has been mentally stable and adopted a baby girl a year ago, I was still scared that she might try to take Giana away from me again. However, now I’m ready to give her a second chance because I can’t keep Steve away from his best friend forever. I smile softly at Steve’s concern, squeezing his hand in reassurance. “No, I want to do this. It’s time for us to move forward, Steve. Zara deserves a chance to make amends, and Jace is your best friend. We can’t avoid them forever.” “Thank you, Love. I’m glad that you’re ready to do this for me.” He lifts my hand and places a sof
Steve’s P.O.V. Two Years Later “Look here, my little angels.” Grace’s voice catches Evan, Giana, and my attention, and we look at her. I brush Giana’s long brown hair as she sits on my lap, absorbed in playing with her doll. Evan stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my neck, while Grace diligently works on her daily blog with the same enthusiasm as every day. “Mama…” Evan walks over to Grace and jumps into her arms. She giggles, kissing his cheek before turning the camera towards them. “Say hi to my followers, Evan.” “Hi, Mama’s followers.” Evan waves at the camera, beaming. “Keep showering love on her because she is pretty and the best mama.” “Aww… my baby. You are Mama’s best son.” Grace chuckles at Evan’s sweet words, her eyes shimmering with love as she holds him close. “Mama, I’m also your best son.” Giana pouts at them, causing us to laugh. “Princess, Evan is our best son, and you are our best daughter,” I explain, tucking her hair with the unicorn hairpin. She l
After our passionate encounter, we relax in the bathtub, both of us panting. I sit nestled between his legs, my head resting on his chest, my back against his front, his hands encircling my chest while his fingers tease my nipples. “How are you feeling now?” I ask him, breaking the peaceful silence. “Out of the world.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “And credit goes to you, my love.” He licks my earlobe. “You know very well how to distract your husband.” Making circles around my nipples with his fingers, he bites my earlobe, eliciting a soft moan from my mouth. I’m so sore, yet I’m again aroused. Fuck! “Now if you’re feeling out of the world, husband, spill it out,” I ask him in a serious tone, pushing away my sexual arousal to the side for a moment. “Huh?” “What was bothering you?” Upon hearing my words, his body stiffens behind me and his fingers stop moving. “Tell me.” I urge, clasping his hands. “I got to know about the kidnapper of our daughter
Grace’s P.O.V. Twins are sleeping in their nursery, and I stand in front of the mirror, wiping off my makeup after a photoshoot. Closing my eyes as I spray the toner, I feel warm arms wrapping around me. I don’t need to open my eyes to know who is it because I have already recognised the touch. It’s my man. My husband. Steve. He buries his face in my neck, tightening his grip around my waist. My brows furrow in worry because he seems tense. I can feel it. I immediately open my eyes and meet his gaze through the mirror. “Are you alright, baby?” He looks back at me in the mirror, moving away from me. “I’m fine. Just work stress. Need a warm bath.” He hurries to the bathroom and shuts the door. I’ve never seen him so stressed about work before. I’m certain there’s something else bothering him. And I know very well how to get him to open up and relax. A mischievous glint appears in my eyes as I ponder my plan. I pull off my dress in a jiffy before entering the bathroom. S
Jace’s P.O.V. I can no longer conceal the truth from Steve, the truth that has shattered my life. Perhaps he understands and doesn’t take any action. "I didn’t do this," I finally speak up. “What? Then what the bracelet—” “Zara did this.” As I reveal, his grip on my collar loosens and his expression shifts to one of confusion. “So you were protecting her?” He asks, walking towards my room. “Where is she?” "Steve, I can explain," I plead, grabbing his arm to stop him. He pushes me away, seething in anger. “You can’t protect her anymore, Jace,” he yells. “She committed a crime.” “Steve, please listen to me.” He is about to take a step towards my room, but stops, listening to my words. “Zara isn’t fine.” “What do you mean?” Steve turns towards me, his brows narrowed in confusion. It's time for me to lay bare the truth, to reveal the pain and struggles that Zara has been facing. Only then can Steve truly understand the situation. “Zara was pregnant with a baby girl al
“She’s alright, Steve,” Grace murmurs, resting her head on my shoulder. “The doctor has confirmed it.” “I know, but I still can’t stop myself from worrying about her. She was away from us for a month, Grace,” I respond, constantly checking Giana’s forehead, hand, and every inch of her body to make sure that she isn’t hurt. Grace and I sit on the bed, Giana nestled in my lap, while Evan sleeps nearby. It’s been hours since we reunited with our daughter. It feels surreal, almost too good to be true. How did Giana end up here, alone and unharmed? And why did the kidnapper choose to return her now, after all this time? Grace brushes a stray lock of hair away from Giana’s forehead. “I understand, Steve. It’s been a harrowing ordeal for all of us, but the important thing is that she’s back now, safe and sound.” “I just can’t help but think something isn’t right,” I respond, my gaze fixed on Giana’s peaceful face as she sleeps soundly in my lap. “Why would the kidnapper leave her at o
Two weeks later, Evan is peacefully sleeping, lying on my chest, while I’m lost in my little daughter’s precious memories. I miss the way she used to kick her tiny legs while I converse with her and the way her innocent blue eyes look at me. Will I ever be able to experience this again? Grace is seated on the sofa and engrossed in seeing our family photo album, tears trickling down her cheeks. It hurts to see her so upset. One month has passed since Giana went missing, and each day feels like an eternity without her. Despite our best efforts and tireless searching, there’s been no sign of our daughter. We’ve followed every lead, contacted every authority, and appealed to the public for help, but Giana is still nowhere to be found. It’s like she’s vanished into thin air, swallowed by the darkness. Evan continues to search for his sister, calling out her name with hope and sadness that tears our souls. We do our best to reassure him, promising that Giana will come back soon, bu
Steve’s P.O.V. Grace and I are returning home after our unsuccessful mission. She’s fallen asleep, her head resting on my chest, silent tears slipping from her closed eyes. I hold her closer, my gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the car window. Today, she fought like a warrior to get back our daughter, but fate had other plans for us. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that the monster was playing mind games with us. He hadn’t actually kidnapped our daughter; he was merely toying with our emotions to get to Grace. A part of me wanted Grace to kill him on the spot, but it wasn’t enough. I want that bastard to suffer every day until his last breath for the pain he inflicted on my wife over the years. His actions have left scars on her soul that may never fully heal. And today, he committed one more sin by lying to us and making us feel vulnerable. When he demanded Grace to strip before him, I nearly lost control, ready to storm in and beat the life out of him. But
As I park my car outside the under-construction building, my heart thumps with fright, and my breath becomes heavy. I’m about to confront my childhood nightmare once again, and I pray I don’t falter. Breath in. Breath out. You’re strong, and you know that, Grace. You’re no longer the weak girl. Now you have the strength to face monsters like him. After encouraging myself, I step out of the car, taking a deep breath. The cold air sends shivers down my spine as I approach the building. With every step, my heart pounds in my chest. But I can’t let fear consume me. I’m not the scared child I once was. I have grown stronger, braver, and more resilient. Today, I’m not just fighting for myself; I’m fighting for my daughter, my family, for everything that matters to me. As I step inside, finally, I come face to face with the man who stole my daughter from me and has haunted my nightmares for years. He sits on the sofa, puffing on his cigarette. As his gaze falls on me, his lips cur