(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)“Ummm, Winona? I’m kinda hungry still.”“Wow. Okay. Look I’ll make some sandwiches, okay?”“PB and J?”“That’s not much of a dinner…” But I’m really too tired to argue.I guess it’s Kids one, Winona zero, on the dinner scale.I go make enough sandwiches for them all and distribute them. So much for discipline. Now I’m letting them eat in their beds.Another glance at the clock. Two hours late now. My patience is wearing thin. But I’m going to finish this evening on a happy note. I tidy the kitchen and put the dishes in the sink to soak.I don’t want to use the dishwasher all the time. We make things way too easy for ourselves. Once it’s in the drainer, I go and empty the bath and get the clothes and towels into the hamper.Then I go back past the girls' rooms and take their plates and kiss them goodnight. I tuck them in and lower their lights.I suppose they should clean their teeth. Well, once won’t hurt. I’m not getting them up again.I go and pour myself a glass of wine an