Gideon's POV I woke up with my hand outstretched, expecting to feel Lindsay's warmth beside me. A silly, almost childish smile appeared on my face as I remembered last night, the way Lindsay gave herself to me in such a unique way that it seemed new, as if I was getting involved with a woman I had
Gideon POV I returned to my room with a slam of the door that echoed through the house, a reflection of the storm brewing inside me. The situation with Lindsay felt like a knot tightening in my chest. I needed a moment to compose myself, so I headed straight to the bathroom, where the sound of the
Max POV When I returned to my room, I found Zoey there; after all, she had asked me to go talk to Gideon. "So, what did he say?" She immediately asked when I entered the room. I sighed, throwing myself onto my bed. "He's not going to apologize to you, Zoey. I'm sorry," I answered, turning on my vi
I laughed, trying to lighten the mood. "If you want to get out of poverty without working, you'd have to marry someone rich, and I'm not available, honey." "Why not? Am I not great in bed?" She also laughed. "You are, but I'm not a guy who dreams about marriage, you know," I replied with a shrug.
Gideon POV The morning was gray, as if the sky itself reflected the confusion taking over my heart. Upon entering the company building, the familiar environment should have brought me some comfort, but all I feel is a growing unrest. I headed to the reception desk, where Marcus, with his usual smil
Lindsay POV When I closed the door behind me, I had to lean against it and let out a long sigh with my hand on my heart. Resisting Gideon's charms and touches had been a Herculean struggle, but I knew that if I continued to yield as I had the night before, my life would turn upside down. I had to p
Laura POV I watched Lindsay leave my office with a sad look that broke my heart. The lingering scent of her perfume, a gentle blend of jasmine and vanilla, still hung in the air, reminding me of her happier days. Mourning Lindsay's situation was inevitable. Facing a divorce is already a Herculean
Lindsay Two years ago The pediatric area of London's private hospital did not seem to be a good place for sick children. The atmosphere in place was cold and a little sad, there were not many children, which was a good sign, but it was still a hospital, an almost morbid place. Adding the fact that
I blinked, trying to process what he was saying. "But what if... what if I mess it all up again? I’m not perfect, Matt. I have my flaws, my scars." He smiled, a smile both gentle and confident. "No one’s perfect, Lindsay. I’m not either. But you know what? My dad, Killian... he’s not my biological
Lindsay POV We arrived at the hotel after a night that still echoed in me like a good dream. Wyatt was exhausted, which wasn’t surprising after such an eventful day at the Weiss house. He fell asleep almost immediately after I put him to bed, a slight smile on his face that made me feel that, despi
Lindsay POV The dinner was a marvel, an experience that felt like a warm hug in the form of food and company. Emma Weiss insisted that I try every dish she had prepared with such care, and I couldn’t deny how much it made me feel welcomed. "My lasagna recipe is famous," she said with a proud smile,
Lindsay POV The weekend in Atlanta had a taste of novelty and nervousness. Matt had invited me to dinner at his mother's house, Emma Weiss, and the idea of meeting his family left me in a state of anxiety mixed with anticipation. I had never met the parents of someone I was dating since, well, sinc
Laura POV Jason and Terence were terrible singers, but that didn't stop them from diving into karaoke, hitting every note off-key while making their wives laugh with their comedic performance. Ava and I, now alone in a VIP area of the bar, continued the celebration of our daughters' entry into col
Laura POV"This strawberry drink is delicious," I commented, sipping my drink through a straw."Oh, nice. My pineapple one is really irresistible," Ava also commented, smiling, though the smile was somewhat reserved and awkward, just like mine.We were at a luxurious bar, a place that contrasted wit
As we walked, I thought about what Abby had said. It wasn't Caleb who mattered; it was the betrayal of a friendship I thought would last forever. The pain of losing that trust was still fresh, and perhaps that was why I didn't want to think about Caleb at all. But at the same time, there was a part
Annie POV I watched my parents' car drive away with a sense of sadness; part of me wanted to go with them and give up on everything, but I was also excited to start a new life at Oxwell. The sound of the engine fading into the distance seemed to carry away a piece of my childhood, leaving me with a
Jason POV We were in the Oxwell campus parking lot, giving our final hugs before heading back home. Annie was practically engulfed in our embrace, hugging us tightly and saying she would miss us, even though she knew she could come home every weekend. Her hug was a mix of farewell and beginning, so