Anna's POV Lucas walked into my office, looking worn out and completely out of place. He seemed like a shell of the man I used to know. His once confident demeanor was nowhere to be found, and I could tell he was desperate. “Anna, I’ll get straight to the point,” he began, but I immediately cut
Anna's POV Now that Lucas was finally out of my office, I couldn’t help but feel relief. I had done nothing wrong, nothing more than expose the truth about Chloe, the woman he had chosen over me. And yet, it had affected him this much. I leaned back in my chair, the thought playing in the back
I glanced over at him, seeing the excitement in his eyes, but my own emotions were far more complicated. "It might seem like great news," I admitted, "but I’m not happy about it, James." He raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "Why not? This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? Full control ove
Anna's POV Now that Lucas was finally out of my office, I couldn’t help but feel relief. I had done nothing wrong, nothing more than expose the truth about Chloe, the woman he had chosen over me. And yet, it had affected him this much. I leaned back in my chair, the thought playing in the back
I glanced over at him, seeing the excitement in his eyes, but my own emotions were far more complicated. "It might seem like great news," I admitted, "but I’m not happy about it, James." He raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled. "Why not? This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? Full control ove
Anna's POV "James, let’s visit the Scotts' residence," I said with a sly grin, already anticipating the chaos that would unfold. There was a certain thrill that came with these confrontations, and I could see the same excitement flicker in James's eyes. "Another show is about to go down," he rep
Chloe's POV "Mom, Lucas is serious about the DNA test. He’s saying he’s going public soon, to address the press and clear his name, that he has nothing to do with me or the baby!" I said, gripping the steering wheel tightly as I drove back to my parents' house. My voice was laced with frustration
Harvey's POV "Harvey, what are you doing to yourself?" my dad's voice boomed as he stormed into my home office, snatching the half-empty bottle of whiskey from my hand. His eyes bore into me, a mix of anger and concern etched on his face. I could barely meet his gaze. I slumped back in my chair, r