(Winona)I haven’t heard from Jayden since he left. It’s been all morning, and I’ve sent him a text, but no reply. I don’t want to overthink it, but I can’t help the creeping worry.Is he somewhere deciding he doesn’t want to marry me after all?My stomach is in knots with my mind spiraling through all the possible reasons for his silence. But going about my normal day is the way I deal with anxiety. One foot in front of the other.I’ve taken Abby for her morning school session then her time with Judy. Now I’m going to see Henry before I head to the office for a couple of hours.Jayden’s been at the hospital with Henry, thinking things through. At least, that’s what I tell myself. After what happened through the night, I’m not sure what to think anymore. His dreams, the way he called out her name—it’s all too much to process.Arguing is the last thing I wanted this week. I’ll give him the rest of the day and then I’ll call. Hopefully he’ll be at the hospital.For now, I’ll focus on
(Cass)Gabriel and I arrive at the restaurant a little before Winona. He’s in his usual smooth, confident mode, his hand resting gently on the small of my back as we walk in.It’s a simple gesture, but it makes me feel... anchored.Like I’m the most important thing to him right now. I smile, a small flicker of warmth settling in my chest. Everything with him just feels right. Not like with the guys I’ve known before—the ones who treated me like I was disposable, like I didn’t matter.Gabriel’s different. He’s attentive, always making me feel like I’m the center of his world. And maybe I am. I’m starting to trust that.We settle into our seats, Gabriel giving me this look that makes my pulse quicken. He leans in, brushing a strand of my hair back, his fingers lingering a little longer than necessary.His blue eyes are soft but focused, and I feel like he’s seeing all of me, not just the parts I show to the world. Now I totally get how Winona feels about Jayden. These Brennan eyes are
(Winona)The kids’ laughter echoes from inside as the penthouse elevator doors slide open, and there’s a sense of normalcy that settles me—at least for a moment. Jayden’s voice filters through from the living room, light and playful. Thank god, he’s home.When I walk in, I find them playing on the floor. Abby’s got her dolls scattered all over, and Bobby’s building Lego and laughing as Jayden pretends to be the Ken doll he’s holding with a deep voice who’s talking like someone from the gangster hood.A scene that should warm my heart, but my chest feels heavy because of the silence between Jayden and me all day.“Hey, Mommy!” Abby shouts, rushing over to me with her arms wide open. I scoop her up and kiss her cheek, smiling as I carry her into the room.“Hey, Sweetie. Having fun I see.”“Daddy is being silly.”“Sounds like the most fun, then.”Jayden glances up, his smile faltering slightly when our eyes meet. There’s something distant in his gaze, like he’s somewhere else entirely.
(Jayden)I watch Winona’s face as my words sink in. The shock is clear in her eyes. Telling her that we should stop sharing a bed—hell, that we should basically stop living together until the wedding—it’s like dropping a bomb and waiting for the smoke to clear.And part of me hates that I’m doing this, that I’m causing her this kind of confusion. But deep down, I know it’s the right call.She stares at me, her voice soft but filled with disbelief. “What about the kids? Do you expect me to just leave every night, after they’re asleep? What kind of message does that send?”This isn’t a decision I made lightly, but it’s one I know we need. Both of us. There’s too much history here, too much pain we’re still dealing with. And I’m not ignoring it any longer.I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m not trying to make things harder for anyone, especially not the kids. This… it’s for us. For you and me.”“Sure.”“If we’re going to do this—really commit to getting married again, to building
(Winona) Lisa pours the wine, her eyebrow quirked as she glances at me from across her small kitchen island. “So, what exactly did he say?”I take a long drink from my glass, trying to let the alcohol smooth the edges of my nerves. “He wants to stop living together until the wedding,” I say, keeping my voice flat. “And he thinks we should stop sleeping in the same bed.”Lisa nearly chokes on her wine, setting the bottle down with a clatter. “Wait, what?” She’s staring at me, eyes wide.I shrug, swirling the wine in my glass. “Not exactly. Just until the wedding. We’d already agreed to not have sex until the wedding night.”She leans back, folding her arms. “That’s a whole new level of self-control. Are we sure he’s not an alien? I mean were you okay with the no-actual-sex thing?”“I was, until he started saying Ashlyn’s name and the fucking safe word in his sleep.”“He did what now?” Lisa’s eyes are wider.I nod. “I just don’t know what to think. These dreams, he says they are nightm
(Winona)Lisa’s laughter fills the apartment as she pours us another glass of wine. “Okay, but seriously, Winona—how do you really know Jayden is the one?”She leans back, eyebrows arched, like she’s just dared me to figure out the meaning of life. “You’ve only ever been with him, right? What are you even comparing him to?”I blink at her, way past the tipsy stage. “I love him, Lis. That’s how I know. It’s not a comparison game. I just... know.”Lisa shakes her head, laughing again. “Bullshit! You can’t just know. That’s like saying, ‘Oh, this pizza’s the best,’ but you’ve never even tried another slice!”“Pizza would be great right now,” I muse.“Bitch, you’re talking about spending the rest of your life only ever having sex with one guy. It’s not natural.”I roll my eyes. “Fairly sure it’s natural to a lot of people.”“In the dark ages maybe. Hell, you might like it with a woman better.”I stare at her.“Well, you might and you’ll never know.”“You must have gotten close with Philli
(Winona)The morning light is way too bright, stabbing at my eyes as I pull up outside the penthouse complex. Where are my sunglasses? Fumbling in the center console, I pull them out and slide them on.My eyes practically breathe a sigh of relief.I cannot navigate the underground parking lot this morning. My head's still in some weird wine and tequila fog, and my stomach’s doing somersaults like I’m on a carnival ride. I rub my temples.Why did I think getting shitfaced would be okay? I give a giggle and a hiccup. But it was fun. Okay, I can do this. I try to shake off the remnants of last night, but one subject is etched into my brain.A hall pass. I can’t even focus on driving and parking, let alone life decisions.As soon as I step out of the elevator doors, Jayden’s there with Abby. The noise pierces my skull like a laser. I smile. Trying to act sober I take a couple of steps into the lounge area.I should have stayed on Lisa’s sofa and called Jayden.“Mommy, why are you wearin
(Jayden)“A hall pass?” I repeat, feeling my voice catch in my throat like I’ve been punched.She stops pacing, turning to face me with her arms crossed defensively. Her eyes are wide. I can tell she’s still way too far gone from last night, there’s something dead serious behind those glassy eyes.“Yeah. A hall pass. I mean, if I’m really gonna marry you, I need to... you know... figure some things out.”I blink, staring at her like she just told me she’s considering a career as a rodeo clown. “Is this Lisa’s idea?”“No.”“Really?”She groans, throwing her head back dramatically before letting out a loud sigh. “Jayden, I’ve only ever been with you! What if... what if you’re like, the worst in bed and I just don’t know it because I’ve got nothing to compare it to?”I can’t help it, I snort. “I can assure you, I’m not the worst—”She cuts me off, waving her hand in the air like she’s swatting away a fly. “Self-praise is no recommendation!”Then she hiccups, followed by an awkward giggl
Readers, I’ve been back through all your comments and it really touches me that so many of you cared about these characters. I want to send a very special shout out to mitzi.goodson and Theresa for your active love of the story all the way and for commenting regularly. I love you guys and I love all the readers #hearteyes# Also I have discovered a mistake in the upload of Chapter 553. Only half the chapter seems to have been uploaded and I have now fixed that. I know you’re asking about if you’ll see these characters again…right now, I’m letting them rest but I hope to update you on them in the future. Right now I’m focusing on my new stories which I know you’ll also love.In the next one, After waking from a 5 month coma, Ava Lancaster watches her beloved daughter die. Ex-husband Zach Lorne, allowed the mother of his first child, cunning Sienna Sinclair to use little Lila as a medical pawn. Consumed by grief, Ava sets their mansion ablaze—clutching Lila’s body while Zach pleads outs
(Winona)Lisa sits on the couch between me and Jayden, her fingers curled around the USB stick.“You don’t have to,” I remind her gently.“I know,” she replies. “But I want to. I can’t move forward if I don’t hear him out.” She hands the drive to Jayden.Jayden leans forward and plugs the drive in. The screen flickers.And then there he is.Lance. Black eye blooming from Jayden’s attack over hall pass week, bruised knuckles, the same crooked grin he always wore.“Lisa,” he says, “I’m so sorry. I wish this could have been different.”I glance at her. She flinches but doesn’t look away.He shakes his head. “No big poetic intro. No music. No tragic montage. Just me.”His smile cracks slightly.“First, I want to say this isn’t your fault. You didn’t fail me. You didn’t love me wrong. In fact, you’re probably the only person who ever loved me right.”Lisa’s breath hitches beside me.“I wasn’t built for longevity, Lisa. You knew that. Hell, I practically had an exit sign blinking over my he
(Winona)Viktor stands with his hands by his side while Jayden finishes up his announcement.I watch on, proud of them both. Not only staunch in business but as friends.“I’ll still be involved on a higher level, but day-to-day, Viktor’s your guy,” Jayden says, firm and confident. “Effective immediately, he’s the new CEO of Nexus Global.”There’s a brief pause before the quiet, respectful claps ripple through the room.Viktor just nods. “Thank you,” he says. No long speech. No dramatic reaction. Just two words. Classic Viktor.Jayden glances my way and walks over.“Proud of him,” I say quietly. “And of you.”“He’s ready,” Jayden replies. “Hell, he’s been ready for a while now. He taught me almost everything I know about Nexus Global.”Viktor lingers by the window, posture steady. Astrid steps up beside him, saying something low. He replies with a brief nod and the smallest of smirks.Jayden leans into me and murmurs, “did you see that?”I arch an eyebrow. “The nod or the smirk?”“Both
(Winona)I see the moment his eyes catch mine in the window behind Astrid. He blinks like he’s seeing a ghost. Too late. I’m already across the restaurant floor, my heels pounding each step out in deliberate warning, the sound sharp against the quiet hum of late-night conversations. Heads turn. I don’t care.His face shifts from confusion to panic as I advance—his mouth parting slightly, eyes darting to Astrid like he’s trying to figure out if he’s imagining this. He’s not. I’m here. I saw everything.I saw the kiss. I saw the closeness after. The lingering smiles, the laughter, and the way Astrid’s hand stayed on his like they were sharing secrets. Like she belongs to him. You don’t need sound to understand body language.That kiss wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t a friendly peck on the cheek. It was enough for me to wonder if they’ve been playing me for a fool for weeks. Maybe months.Jayden stands just as I reach the table, knocking his chair back in a clumsy scrape. Astrid rema
(Jayden)Astrid raises her glass, the candlelight catching the rim. “To surviving another quarter without firing anyone major.”“To the rest of us surviving the grueling schedule of the Ice Queen herself.”“You did okay.”“Just okay?”“Better than okay. You have quite the work drive, Jayden. Gus was right to leave Nexus in your hands.”“Not one of you thought that at first. You all hated me. Especially Hugo. I think he still might, actually.”“Oh, you are not so bad, after all.”We clink glasses. The wine’s sharp, dry—like her. The restaurant is dim, ambient, tucked just off the canal. Astrid insisted it was the best late-night spot in Brussels. So far, I can’t argue.The food was incredible, the service seamless, and the company? Easy. A little too easy.This dinner has gone longer than I expected. I expected an answer from Winona to my text. But it hasn’t come. The conversation just flowed so effortlessly tonight.No drama. No awkward silences. No carefully chosen words. Astrid, wh
(Winona)It’s nearly 1 a.m. when I step off the jet into the crisp Brussels air. I haven’t slept. I haven’t eaten properly. My thoughts have been chewing on each other for nine hours straight.I hear my phone notification, but I see Cass and I’m so damn happy. She’s about to launch the rest of her life and I’m excited for her.“It’s so good to see you.” I say as I run towards her and give her a hug.“You look like hell,” she says as she grins and hugs me back.“Oh, thanks for the compliment. You look like death yourself.”“Just finished a12 hour shift, what’s your excuse?”We walk out to the private parking area. Having a private jet is so convenient.“I can only blame stress and paranoia,” I tell her as we put my case in the back seat and get into her car.“Paranoia?”“Yes, about where Jayden and I stand in out marriage lately. I’m not sure I’m what makes him happy. All we do is fight, it seems.”“Okay… ah, so me telling him you’d have been better off never meeting him probably didn’
(Jayden)It’s nearly ten. The office is quiet, except for the soft hum of fluorescent lights above the boardroom. Astrid and I have been going through projections for Q3. Numbers, strategies, deadlines. All things that used to matter more than they do right now. My family call is bothering me. It’s not that Winona had a sudden business trip, that’s expected, it’s just the way we interact lately. Going through the motions. Not speaking up on how we feel in case it triggers an argument. I’m as much to blame.“You missed an adjustment here,” she says, tapping the edge of my laptop.“I didn’t miss it,” I say, not looking up. “I just didn’t apply it yet.”She raises an eyebrow. She knows I’m distracted. I’ve worked with her long enough to recognize the look that says I’m full of shit.“You want my input or just someone to nod along while you pretend to work?” she asks.I lean back in my chair. “You always cut right through it, don’t you?”“Of course.”She’s right. She doesn’t have patie
(Winona)The family call starts like any other.Except this time, I’ve told the kids I’ll be away and lied about where I’m going.Now I have to convince Jayden it’s an unexpected business trip.Bobby’s got a stack of papers next to him, pretending he’s not glancing at them while he listens to Jayden. He’s been working on some design options for the school vegetable garden.He’s become quietly obsessed with getting it right.Sarah is asking about when she can next visit the Nexus office again. Abby’s wearing one of Henry’s bibs and announcing herself as the ‘baby boss’ while trying to feed Henry a cracker he doesn’t want.Henry is slamming his hands on the table, shrieking with defiance, and Kit is doing her best to keep the screen steady while holding him.Chaos. Beautiful, familiar chaos. Welcome to the Brennan zoo.Jayden is calm, smiling, fully engaged. He’s asking Bobby about his team at school, praising his leadership skills. He tells Sarah he misses her drawings and promises to
(Winona)Phillip is at his desk when I walk in, finishing up a call. He looks up and gives me a half smile, casual but watchful.I cross the room but remain standing. “I won’t keep you long. I just… I wanted to let you know I’m stepping down in an active capacity from Vault. Effective immediately.”Phillip’s face shifts from polite curiosity to astonishment. “Wait—stepping down how?”I nod. “I’ll remain the owner. But I’m not going to be overseeing day-to-day management or strategic decisions anymore. I’m handing all of that to you. If you want it. CEO, President, call it what you will—I’m out.”He studies me carefully. “That’s… a big move, Winona. You’ve always been a control fre… ahh, hands-on.”I give him a quick grin. “Nice save.”“I’m talented, what can I say? But you being hands-off, I’m not sure that’s even possible.”“I’ve realized I can’t keep devoting so much energy to business. My family needs me. My kids need me.”“Is this what Jayden asked you to do?” “No. He’s been exc