(Winona)Klara’s calm voice continues, “experience has shown me what can be done to help women in challenging pregnancies. We have many tools at our disposal to support you physically, emotionally, and mentally.”I watch her hands as she unpacks a small notebook. “In addition, I’ve included exercises for positive mindsets—proven ways to center the mind, keep fears in check, and foster a strong connection with the baby.”“I’m so afraid to have a strong connection with the baby.”“I understand. But I do see you have a strong connection with all your children. So, I think this will happen anyway.”“It’s actually something I pride myself on. I’m not the biological mother of three of them but they are my children just as much as Abby is. I feel that.”“Yes, this is a choice we make. You will continue to make those choices. Even if this baby is not for this world, you try and you give it your all. That is what gets you through the dark days.”“Yes. Because knowing I did my very best is so m
(Judy)I saunter in, heels clicking against the marble floor, and spot Viktor waiting for me at the reception area outside the boardroom Jayden’s holed up in.He’s all muscle and menace, his arms crossed over his chest like a sentry guarding a fortress. I’m going to rattle his cage a little. Girl’s gotta have some fun.I stride up to him like an old friend. “Viktor! How wonderful!. I hope you aren’t missing that traitor Gus too much… Guess that asshole finally got what he deserved.”I know that will make him pissed.“Judy,” he greets me as stoically as any mountain. “You need to leave.”I arch an eyebrow, a mock smile curves my lips. “Viktor, you’re not even going to let a mother see her son? How heartless can you be?”I give him my most charming smile. “Viktor, darling, you know I never stay where I’m not wanted.” My gaze flicks to the boardroom door behind him. “But… I’m here for my son.”He doesn’t move, blocking the path to the door completely. “Your son doesn’t want to see you. Y
(Jayden)My desk is littered with documents, files, all growing proof of unfinished business. The investigation team has been in and out of my temporary office all morning, each member adding to the pile of work I can’t seem to escape from.The large, yellow envelopes, print-outs, employee details all add to the mountain of things on my to-do list. I sweep all I can fit into my briefcase along with the rest of Grayson’s paperwork, wanting everything in one place for the flight back to Brussels.It’ll be easier to sift through once I’m settled in the jet, away from this pressure cooker.I glance at my watch. I need to get moving. There’s no time to deal with any of this here; I’ll need the next 24 hours in Brussels to breathe, focus on my family, and help Winona settle the kids into their new school routine.The idea of being home even for just one night is the only thing keeping me sane right now.I get a few key documents I still need to sign off on before I leave and isolate them as
(Winona)I’m pacing the family room at the cottage, running through all the last-minute details in my head before Jayden comes home. The kids are excited, and the whole place is buzzing with energy.Even shy, reserved Sarah has been talking a mile a minute, making sure I know she has ‘a million billion things’ to tell her dad when he gets here.You and me both, kiddo.Lisa plops down onto the sofa, a mischievous grin playing at her lips. “You know,” she starts, “instead of drowning Jayden in chaos the moment he walks through the door, maybe you two should have some alone time. The kids will be fine with me for a couple of hours.”I give her a skeptical look. “The kids are dying to see him. We’re a family—this reunion shouldn’t be just about me and Jayden.”“There wouldn’t be kids without you and Jayden, would there. Of course it’s about you and him first.”“I’d feel selfish.”Lisa rolls her eyes, but it’s all in good humor. “Yeah, yeah, family bonding is important and all that. But le
(Jayden)The decoy flight was a well-choreographed illusion. Viktor boarded the Nexus Global jet, accompanied by someone who looked like me and a highly visible security detail.The intention is simple: draw eyes, especially if Judy is watching. The whole operation was designed to mislead, to give me the cover I need to get out unnoticed.Now I’m in a smaller charter jet, an aircraft that looks almost understated compared to the Nexus one. It’s sleek, black, and inconspicuous, blending into the private airstrip with an anonymity that feels oddly comforting.Inside, the jet’s interior is quiet, the hum of the engines a low and steady reassurance. I’m settled into one of the leather seats, my briefcase open next to me.The documents from Nexus London are slowly going from the to-do to the done pile. I’ve read everything I needed to review. Investigation notes, financial statements, and transcripts of company phone and cell conversations.I’m looking for anything that might hint at Grays
(Jayden)The jet touches down smoothly, but there’s nothing smooth about the way my heart is pounding. I grab my briefcase, every muscle in my body coiled with tension. The envelope with those damning photos is stuffed inside.All I want are answers.As I step off the jet, I storm over to the car waiting for me.“Get out,” I snap at the driver, tossing my briefcase onto the back seat. My voice is sharp enough to cut through metal. “I’ll drive myself.”“Ah, Mr. Brennan…I can’t—”I pull his door open and drag him out by the shirt collar. “I said get out.”I get into the driver’s seat, slamming the door hard enough that it echoes across the tarmac. The engine roars to life as I hit the gas, the tires screeching in protest.The rage that’s been simmering in my veins now boils over. Betrayal, disbelief, gut-wrenching jealousy. The thoughts crash into each other, making my chest tighten, my knuckles white as I grip the wheel.I can’t process it—Lance and Winona, Phillip and Winona. It’s a b
(Winona)I’m in the kitchen, ladling the creamy chicken casserole into a dish of rice. It smells amazing. Jayden always loved this recipe. It feels like forever since we’ve had dinner with just the two of us.Soft, calming music flows through my headphones, and a gentle, soothing voice reminds me to breathe. Inhale peace, exhale stress. My heartbeat follows the rhythm, easing into a steady calm. Everything is as it should be.Dinner is ready, and Jayden will be landed, I think. It’s only a fifteen-minute drive from the city. We’ll finally have our time to reconnect, to talk, to share news that I’ve been holding onto with cautious hope.Lisa called and I talked to the kids who were having so much fun. I told them they could have a later night as long as their chores and study got done tomorrow.They all had a stuffed animal each and sticky faces from cotton candy. I’m not sure they’ll sleep at all from the sugar rush. But it’s fine this once. I’m so excited about telling Jayden my news
(Winona)“Guys, look, don’t say things you don’t mean…” Lance is up and trying to stop us arguing.“Jayden is the one acting like a mad man.”Jayden’s face hardens again. “Don’t turn this on me. You betrayed me, Winona. Of all the men in the world, you had to go with the two that would hurt me the most.”“It wasn’t about you, Jayden. This whole fucking world does not revolve around you.”“Your world sure as hell doesn’t. If it wasn’t for the photos I got, I’d never have known. You three would be laughing at me behind my back forever.”“I was going to tell you. Just not yet.”“Sure. Like I believe that. Well, now I know. Anything else you care to share with me while we’re at it?”I glare at him. My head is thumping, and I feel dizzy. I need to get calm, I need to think of the baby. My baby.I hold my head in my hands.“Maybe you need another hall pass week while Lance is here? Is Phillip on the next flight?”My breath catches, and I feel the sting of hot tears spilling down my cheeks a