(Jayden)One week laterI’m sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the newspaper in front of me. The headline is bold and in your face—Nexus Global CEO To Be Charged With Espionage. It’s all over the news. Every channel, every site I click on, every radio station.Gus is going down for crimes against the country, and not just here. Five European countries have filed charges too.I can’t wrap my head around it. The world thinks he’s some international criminal mastermind, but I know better. He’s not innocent, but he’s not guilty of what they’re saying either. He played the game, yeah, but he was working from the inside to take down the real scum.And now he’s branded a traitor.There’s a knock at the door. I’m half expecting it to be reporters or someone else here to shove a camera in my face asking about him. I push back from the table, heading for the door.When I swing it open, I’m surprised to see Gus standing there. He looks calm, collected, like he always does. But there’s some
(Winona)I sit on the couch in the penthouse, my mind swirling with everything that’s happened. I should feel relieved—Cass is safe, Henry’s doing better, and the second wedding is booked. But I don’t feel calm or settled.I feel like the ground is shifting beneath me, and I’m just waiting for it to open up.This place is constantly covered in kids' crap and trying to make a penthouse into a family just isn’t working any longer for me. Of course, it was only ever temporary. But with Henry coming home soon, I think we need to seriously decide where we’re going to live.“You’re thinking too hard again,” Jayden says, his voice soft, almost teasing.I let out a breath, shaking my head. “I can’t help it. There’s so much… stuff.”“Stuff,” he repeats with a little smile, trying to lighten the mood. I don’t smile back. I can’t.Jayden shifts beside me, running his hand through his hair. “You wanna talk about it?”“Which part?” I mutter. “Gus handing you Nexus Global like it’s some birthday p
(Winona)Jayden’s been quiet since our discussion about Nexus Global. I can see the conflict in his eyes every time I bring it up. It’s like he’s stuck between two worlds. The one we’ve built together, with our family, and the one Gus left him with Nexus Global.Gus said it’s only the legitimate business, nothing else he was involved in can touch that. But can I really be sure? Now he’s probably going to jail for treason, how can that reflect well on Jayden?I don’t get why Jayden is so calm about what’s blowing up the media right now. Gus is a criminal of the highest degree. Regardless of what Gus really did, all the people see is a traitor and that is garnering a lot of hate.Clearly Jayden knows more than I do and I’m not asking for details.But, there’s no way in hell some of that shit won’t stick to Nexus Global and Jayden.I watch him now, sitting at his desk, his laptop open, papers spread out in front of him. He’s been on the phone all morning, talking with lawyers, accountan
(Winona)Jayden’s pacing again. It’s become his thing this past week, pacing the floor when his mind is in overdrive. He’s in the living room now, his eyes darting to the view outside, but I know he’s not really seeing any of it.“Maybe come sit down?” I ask, trying to break the silence.He stops, glances at me, and shakes his head. “I can’t sit. I’ve got too much shit spinning around in my head.”I let out a slow breath, watching him pace again. “This is about Nexus Global again, isn’t it?”Jayden stops in his tracks, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. It’s about Nexus Global. It’s about Gus. It’s about the fact that my so-called father, the man I barely know, has handed me control of one of the biggest companies in the world.”I get off the couch and walk toward him, keeping my voice calm. “Jayden, whatever Gus was involved in isn’t a part for Nexus Global, is it? Nexus Global is a legitimate business. It’s not tainted by what he was doing behind the scenes?”“It isn’t,” he say
(Judy)I built this empire from the ground up. Brennan Industries is mine again, and I’ll be damned if I let it slip through my fingers. Gabriel’s sisters... they’ve got shares, but they don’t have the backbone to hold onto them.I’ll buy them out, take majority ownership.I sit in my office, looking out at the city skyline, and my mind spins with possibilities. Gus labeled a traitor? It doesn’t make sense. Not him. Gus has been involved in all sorts of shit over the years, but a traitor? No.I know him better than anyone knows him. One thing is for sure, the only person who knows exactly what’s going on is Gus.Still, it’s all over the news. Brennan Industries is connected to this mess because of Jayden. And Jayden... my son, has walked away from everything. From me, from this business. It’s like he doesn’t care about the life I built for him, the sacrifices I made, or the hell I went through with Greg.And Gus... I shake my head, trying to tamp down the anger bubbling up inside me.
(Winona)I’m sitting on a park bench the next day, watching Abby as she climbs the jungle gym, her little legs kicking out as she tries to navigate the bars. Judy’s right behind her, guiding her carefully. It’s one of the new playgrounds in the area, all shiny and safe.But I still feel uneasy, as I always do with Judy.Judy’s laugh rings out as Abby makes it to the top. She claps her hands, and Abby beams down at her. It’s a picture-perfect moment, and I love it for Abby, but I hate that I can’t ever be at peace with this woman in our lives.Every time Judy's around, I feel on edge, like there’s something waiting to go wrong. But Abby loves her, and no matter how many boundaries I put up, there’s always supervised visits. It’s the deal we made.I pull my jacket tighter around me, watching Judy lean in close to Abby, whispering something that makes her giggle. Judy looks over at me, I know she has something she wants to say.“You should try the big slide next, Abby,” Judy says, holdin
(Winona's POV)“We’re pretty backed up with marketing results to go through. You think you can handle the load?” Phillip asks, leaning back in his chair.I glance up from the stack of reports, catching his eye for just a second too long. “I’ve handled more.”His eyebrow lifts, clearly amused. “More, right.”I ignore the innuendo that seems to lace everything, flipping through the pages, pretending to focus. “We’ve got a five percent increase in revenue for Brennan Industries campaign,” I say, steering the conversation back to the numbers. “Your marketing tactics really paid off.”I glance up at him. Hell, this is not as easy as I thought it would be. I feel like we’re a couple of teenagers who just kissed behind the school shed. This is no good. We need to be able to work together normally again.Now it feels all awkward and that does not help me focus on the work I have to catch up on.“I have another meeting with Judy this week. I think she’s looking at adding some more funds to inc
(Winona)Anne cooked dinner, thank God, but she’s off for the night and headed out. Leaving me to juggle dishing dinner, bath time, and all the homework chaos that comes with three kids.I assured her I would be okay and sent her on her way. But I’m not okay. These kids are really testing me tonight.“Bobby, stop teasing Sarah! Just eat your noodles please,” I say, trying to keep my cool.Bobby rolls his eyes, barely touching his plate. “I’m not hungry.”“Funny, you were hungry when you asked for seconds five minutes ago,” I say, glancing at Sarah, who’s scowling at her brother.“I don’t like them,” Bobby complains.“Anne makes them the same every week, you always eat them,” I argue.“They taste different.”I’m thinking my sauce substitute might have caused that. “it doesn’t matter. They are still good and there’s starving kids around the world who would love those noodles.”“Send it over to them then.”“Bobby. Stop being rude. If you don’t eat those, you’ll have to go hungry.”“Fine.
(Winona)“To be fair,” River says, “we didn’t know why we were coming. Gus just said to meet some cool people.”“And hang out with some kids,” Kit adds. “Mission accomplished.”I stiffen and I’m not sure whether to yell at Gus or just accept defeat.“They’re great!” Bobby exclaimed, looking up from the Switch. “Kit knows all the cool games. He’s way better than you, Dad.”“Thanks, son,” Jayden mutters dryly.“And River’s an artist!” Abbey adds, holding up the sketch—a surprisingly detailed picture of Abbey wearing a glittery crown.“It’s beautiful!” I say, surprised.“Thanks,” River answers. “Your kids are pretty inspiring.”“They’ve been telling us all about their adventures in Europe,” Kit looks genuinely amazed. “They’ve seen more of the world than we have. We love to travel. But funds are an issue. We find private gigs more profitable than formal teaching jobs. And less… regimented.”“With all due respect, you might not be ready for the chaos these four cause.”River nods. “I come
(Jayden)I’m trying not to feel like we’re auditioning for the next season of Who Wants to Join the Brennan Circus. And I’ve already taken two calls from our afternoon shortlist saying they’ve taken other positions.That leaves two for this afternoon’s session.The first is Eric, a fresh-faced twenty-something with dreadlocks, wearing a tie-dye hoodie and Birkenstocks. He walks in like he’s about to lead a yoga retreat, and I immediately have doubts.“Thanks for coming in, Eric,” I say, extending a hand.Eric gives me a two-handed shake and beams. “Namaste, Mr. Brennan. Your aura is very welcoming.”Winona shoots me a look, her eyebrow practically climbing into her hairline.“I’ve worked as a live-in nanny for two families,” Eric says, his voice calm and measured. “I focus on mindfulness practices for children—teaching them to ground themselves, manage their emotions, and find inner peace.”Anne furrows her brow. “And how do you handle structure? Rules? Boundaries?”Eric tilts his hea
(Winona)The dining table feels more like a boardroom today. Jayden’s laptop is open, his notes meticulously organized. Anne sits beside him, her ever-calm presence keeping us in check.I’m across from them, sipping coffee like it’s a lifeline. I’m nervous and nowhere near as organized as Jayden looks.“Anyone think you’re vetting the CEO of Nexus Global,” I say, glancing at Jayden’s neatly printed spreadsheets. “Just as important,” he counters, tapping his pen against the table. “This person is going to live here, help raise our kids, and be part of our lives. I’m not leaving this to chance.” “Fair,” I admit, “but this can’t be about just what’s on paper. It has to feel like the right match.” Anne brings some crackers over. “We’ll find someone and I’m quite happy to keep doing it until we do. Don’t feel pressured to choose today.”“Anne, you need a life. You’ll always be a part of this family, the kid’s Nanny Anne. But I want you to be able to have a grandmother role, not a primar
(Lisa)The sound of kids laughing and fighting all at once is a special kind of chaos. Not loud enough to make me need earplugs but constant enough to make me question why anyone willingly signs up for this parenting gig. I’m sitting at the farmhouse kitchen table, nursing a mug of herbal tea—because Winona says it’s for relaxation, apparently—while Winona navigates the madness with calm efficiency. Tastes like I’m drinking fresh-cut grass. Eww.“Sarah, put the scissors down before someone loses an eyebrow!” Winona shouts from the stove, where she’s flipping breakfast pancakes with one hand and holding Henry on her hip with the other. Jayden strolls in, looking half-asleep but still managing to make kissing her cheek seem like the most romantic move in the world. He grabs Henry and tosses him in the air, making the toddler squeal with laughter. “Morning,” Jayden says to me, his voice a deep rumble that doesn’t match the little boy giggling in his arms. “You sleep okay?” “Like the
(Jayden)I rub my thumb over her knuckles. “We’ll make it work. We always do.” I want that to be the truth. More than anything. She nods, but I can tell something else is bothering her. “I won’t spend more than one night away from the kids while you’re gone,” she says, like she’s trying to convince herself more than me. I smile, though I know that promise is going to be harder to keep than she thinks. “I appreciate that. But Winona... you have to be prepared for when you have to choose business over family sometimes. It’s going to happen, and it’s not going to feel great.” Her shoulders stiffen slightly. “I can balance it, Jayden. I’ve been doing it already.” I exhale, running a hand through my hair. “I know you have, but it’s going to get harder. Board meetings, investors, expansion plans—they don’t wait for soccer practice or bedtime stories.” She crosses her arms, and there it is—that little flash of defensiveness I knew would come. “I know that. I’m not naive. But I’m not ab
(Jayden)Winona stands at the kitchen counter, scrolling through her phone while absently stirring her tea. Her brows furrow slightly, lips pursed in that way that tells me she’s already a million miles into business mode. I used to love that look when we were at Brennan Industries together. Seems a lifetime ago now.I lean against the doorframe, watching her for a moment before stepping closer. “Thinking about ditching me for a board meeting already?” I tease, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. She huffs a soft laugh, but it’s distracted. “Actually, I was going to ask you some advice.” She sits at the dining table. I grab my coffee and settle across from her. “Shoot.” Winona finally looks up, her eyes searching mine. “I have a couple of big events next week—the board meeting, a dinner with potential investors, and now a charity gala just popped up. It’s a lot, Jayden. I can’t blow off the board or the investors…” “You can’t blow off any of them. Charities are networking an
(Winona)Pulling into the farmhouse driveway, I spot Cass sitting on the porch steps, her duffel bag at her feet. She looks up when Lisa and I step out of the car, a smirk already forming. She gives us a wolf-whistle.“Look at you two,” she calls out. “Business queens in the flesh.” Lisa tugs at her blazer. “Trust me, I’m getting changed right away. What a fucking disaster.” I roll my eyes and stride up to Cass, pulling her into a tight hug. She smells like vanilla and cigarette smoke, a weird combination that somehow suits her. “I’ve missed you, brat sister,” I murmur, holding her for a beat longer than necessary because I know why she’s here and it’s already breaking my heart. Cass pulls back with a grin. “Miss you too, boss sister. Seriously, what’s with the corporate look? You two getting ready to take over the world or what?” “Something like that,” I say, smoothing my blazer. “But I’ll let Lisa fill you in when she’s ready. So, I guess you’re here to say goodbye?” Cass nod
(Winona)Lisa stares out the window, chewing on the corner of her nail—something she only does when she’s about two seconds away from a full-on meltdown.The highway stretches out ahead, I can’t stop thinking about Logan Bennett. Lance’s twin. A walking, talking ghost we never knew existed. I can only imagine how rocked Lisa must feel.I grip the steering wheel. “You good?” Lisa lets out a short laugh, but it’s hollow. “Define ‘good.’ Because if it means questioning my entire reality while also wanting to throw myself into traffic, then yeah. I’m fucking great.” I glance at her. “You’re not throwing yourself into anything except maybe a bath later with a gallon of wine.” “I think any alcohol now might result in me making myself obnoxious. You know how I get.” Lisa stares out her window again.Then she continues talking. “I seriously thought I was hallucinating, Winona. Like, actual delusions. One minute I’m faking my way through this business gig, the next I’m staring at Lance—exc
(Lisa)The lights are too bright, the sheets too crisp, and everything feels weird. I blink slowly, my head pounding. My mouth tastes like I’ve been chewing cotton balls for breakfast. Where the hell am I? Then it hits me. The office. The meeting. Lance. I sit up too fast, and the room spins like I’m on some twisted carnival ride. I feel something in my arm and see an IV. There are monitors and things stuck on me.Shit, I’m in a hospital.A groan slips out before I can stop it, and suddenly there’s a nurse by my side, her face all sympathy and no-nonsense professionalism. “Easy now,” she says, pressing a cool hand to my wrist. “You fainted, remember? You weren’t responsive for a while. But the drip has done its job.” Fainted? Right. That’s what normal people do when they think they’ve seen their dead ex-lover casually standing in a boardroom like it’s just another Tuesday. “Okay... fainted,” I mumble, rubbing my temples. “Great. That’s just... fantastic.” The nurse offers me a