Serena’s POVI step out of the elevator, a bag of takeout balanced in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other. Calvin’s penthouse is just as intimidating as the first time I visited—sleek, modern, and completely devoid of personality. It feels more like a luxury hotel than a home.But I
Stevie’s POVI’m halfway through a bowl of cereal—because screw proper breakfast food—when the thought hits me like a lightning bolt. It’s not new exactly. It’s been hovering in the back of my mind, poking me every now and then, but today, it feels different. Urgent. Like if I don’t say it out loud,
Calvin’s POVStevie doesn’t say it outright, but I can tell how much this exhibit means to her. She’s been buzzing with energy, her notebooks filling up with ideas faster than she can find space on the pages. Watching her rediscover that spark — it’s like seeing sunlight break through a storm.But I
Stevie’s POVBeing stuck in bed isn’t all bad. I mean, sure, it’s boring as hell most of the time, and I’d kill to walk further than from the bed to the bathroom without feeling like a 90-year-old. But there’s something about having this much downtime that forces you to think.Or, in my case, overth
Serena My husband Bill and his beautiful assistant Doris are laughing and eating like they're on a first date. But the joke is on me... I'm here, Bill's wife, watching them from across the room, tending to my flat belly where a little life is now living. Of course, Bill doesn’t know about the ba
Serena’s POV It’s funny how adrenaline can make you forget pain for a bit. As I leave the hotel, my left knee starts to sting again. “Well, at least, I’m out of there,” I mumble. I still hear the commotion inside. Bill's family is checking on Doris. Wow, they're overreacting. She only fell — it'
Serena’s POV I thought Bill actually cared about my leg for a second there, but nope, he's back to being a total dickhead. "I tripped outside the hotel and —," I begin. “You know what, it doesn't matter. Just go say you’re sorry to Mom and Doris,” he says, not even letting me finish. And he's do
Bill’s POV I find myself staring at the door, just waiting for Serena to come into our room. The truth is, I didn't actually need to work on the Johnson and Haines proposal. I just needed a reason to get Serena to stop bringing up divorce. But now, here I am, typing away on my laptop, rewriting th
Stevie’s POVBeing stuck in bed isn’t all bad. I mean, sure, it’s boring as hell most of the time, and I’d kill to walk further than from the bed to the bathroom without feeling like a 90-year-old. But there’s something about having this much downtime that forces you to think.Or, in my case, overth
Calvin’s POVStevie doesn’t say it outright, but I can tell how much this exhibit means to her. She’s been buzzing with energy, her notebooks filling up with ideas faster than she can find space on the pages. Watching her rediscover that spark — it’s like seeing sunlight break through a storm.But I
Stevie’s POVI’m halfway through a bowl of cereal—because screw proper breakfast food—when the thought hits me like a lightning bolt. It’s not new exactly. It’s been hovering in the back of my mind, poking me every now and then, but today, it feels different. Urgent. Like if I don’t say it out loud,
Serena’s POVI step out of the elevator, a bag of takeout balanced in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other. Calvin’s penthouse is just as intimidating as the first time I visited—sleek, modern, and completely devoid of personality. It feels more like a luxury hotel than a home.But I
Stevie’s POVI never thought lying in bed all day could be so damn exhausting. It’s not physical exhaustion—I mean, I’m literally doing nothing. It’s mental. Emotional. The kind of tired that makes you want to scream into a pillow until your lungs give out.Calvin’s out of the room, probably on one
Calvin’s POVThe miscarriage scare changes everything.I didn’t think it was possible to feel this level of fear and helplessness. Sitting in that hospital room, watching Stevie in pain, and hearing the doctor’s words—it was like the ground beneath me cracked open.Now, as I sit in my office at home
Stevie’s POVDay two of bed rest, and I’m already losing my mind.I’ve tried everything—scrolling through social media, half-watching a documentary about deep-sea creatures, even flipping through one of Calvin’s absurdly expensive coffee table books about architecture. None of it sticks. My brain is
Serena’s POVWalking into Stevie’s hospital room feels like stepping into a warzone after the battle has already ended. She’s lying back against a mountain of pillows, looking pale but steady, her hair messy in a way that she’d normally complain about. Calvin is by her side, of course, holding her h
Calvin’s POVThe hospital room is too quiet, the kind of silence that makes every beep of the monitor feel like a gunshot. Stevie’s asleep, her face pale and fragile in a way that makes my chest ache.I step out into the hallway, the sound of my shoes echoing on the sterile floor. My phone is alread