Bill's POVAs I sit in the sterile, softly humming hospital corridor, I watch through the glass as nurses bustle around Ana, setting up for her chemotherapy session.My stomach tightens as I see her small form on the bed, tubes and monitors connected to her. No kid should have to go through this.I
Bill's POVSofia's expression shifts, worry replacing the relief. "I don't know about this, Mr. Richardson. I already told you he's a stubborn man. He only listens to what he thinks is right."I nod, understanding her hesitation. "I get it, Sofia. But maybe this time, you can get through to him. Rem
Serena's POVIt's another court hearing for Doris, and I’m seated beside Bill. The courtroom is filled with murmurs and whispers as people settle into their seats. Witnesses take the stand one by one, singing praises about Doris. They paint her as a kind and generous person, a devoted friend, and a
Bill's POVHansen's voice cuts through the tension in the room. "Ms. Tipton, is it true that you threatened Ms. Nixon, saying you would hurt her and her baby?"Doris gasps, her eyes wide with feigned shock. "Absolutely not," she says, her voice trembling. "I would never threaten anyone, especially n
Serena's POVAs the audio recording begins to play, I feel a knot tighten in my stomach. My eyes are fixed on Doris, who sits with an air of false calm, her eyes occasionally darting towards the jury.The recording is grainy, but Doris's voice comes through sharp and cold. I brace myself, listening
Bill's POVThe rest of the hearing becomes a blur as my anger at Doris's lies boils over. Hansen's questions keep twisting the story, making it seem like Serena and I set Doris up. By the time the judge finally calls for an adjournment, I'm seething. My mind is racing with everything that's happene
Serena's POVThe yoga studio is warm and inviting, with soft lighting and calming music playing in the background. I take a deep breath, trying to let go of the tension that's been building up over the past few days. Bill is right beside me, looking just as determined to make the most of this exper
Bill's POVAfter the yoga class, Serena and I decide to stop for ice cream. We walk down the street, hand in hand, enjoying the cool evening air. It feels like a normal date, something we haven't had in a long time. We found a small ice cream shop with a cozy outdoor seating area. The place is alm
Calvin’s POVVictoria’s stunt stays with me, gnawing at the edges of my patience. The second we left the ballroom, I knew I had to get Stevie away from the stares and whispers. Now, she’s sitting on a plush couch in one of the estate’s private lounges, blotting at her wine-stained dress with a damp
Stevie’s POVThe Lancaster ballroom glitters like something out of a dream, all soft candlelight and crystal reflections. But there’s nothing dreamy about the tension hanging in the air.I’m perched near a grand staircase, scrolling through my shots to make sure they’re not completely trash. Most of
Stevie’s POVThe camera feels good in my hands. Familiar. Steady. It gives me something to focus on other than the weight of a hundred judgmental stares and the deafening hum of old money conversations swirling around me.Through the viewfinder, the Lancaster gala is dazzling. Gilded chandeliers spa
Stevie’s POVThe envelope looks expensive. Heavy cream-colored paper, embossed gold lettering, and Calvin’s name written in the kind of script that probably costs more than my monthly grocery bill. He’s staring at it like it’s a summons to court.“What is that?” I ask, leaning against the kitchen co
Calvin’s POVThe morning starts like most others these days. I wake up early, review emails over a cup of coffee, and make a mental list of everything I need to get done before the day spirals out of control. Except, today, there’s a weight sitting on my chest that has nothing to do with quarterly r
Stevie’s POVThe soft hum of the penthouse’s ventilation system is too damn loud today. Or maybe it’s my own restlessness that’s making me hyper-aware of everything—the sound of my foot tapping against the floor, the faint ticking of a ridiculously expensive clock that Calvin insists is “decorative.
Stevie’s POVIt’s too quiet in the penthouse. The kind of quiet that makes you feel small, even in a place this massive. Calvin left early for a meeting, saying he’d be back by lunch, but it’s already 2 p.m., and I haven’t heard a word from him.Not that I care.Okay, maybe I care a little.I pace a
Calvin’s POVStevie is restless again. I can see it in the way she keeps adjusting the blanket on her lap and tapping her fingers against the arm of the couch. She’s trying to hide it, but I know better.“You’re bored,” I say, watching her from across the living room.“No, I’m not,” she replies, her
Serena’s POVThe elevator ride up to Calvin’s penthouse feels endless, even though I’m pretty sure it’s moving faster than I can think. The last few days have been a blur of texts and phone calls with Stevie, each one giving me a little more reassurance that she’s okay, but not quite enough to calm