Jess: I’m shaking like a leaf, fear gripping me so tightly it’s hard to breathe. Sweat pours down my face even though the air is freezing from the heavy rain outside. Maximus still isn’t back, and Kylie is fast asleep. For once, I’m relieved he’s not around. After our fight at the office, I don’t know what came over me. It’s like I needed to channel all my anger somewhere, and what better way than directing it at Selene? I only meant to scare her—I swear I didn’t mean to actually run her over. But now that it’s done, guilt isn’t what I feel. No, I feel... happy. But that happiness is laced with fear. What if Maximus finds out I’m the one responsible for what happened to Selene? He’d never let me walk away unscathed. When it comes to her, he’s willing to do anything to protect her. I admit, I was rash. I should’ve hired someone else to handle it, but anger blinded me. The way Maximus kept comparing me to her, like I’d never measure up... it made me snap. It stripped me of whatev
Maximus’ POV Being at the police station first thing in the morning wasn’t how I imagined my day would go, but when the detective investigating the orphanage case called me in, I didn’t have much of a choice. I figured maybe he had a breakthrough, maybe he’d finally tracked down the person behind all the chaos, the one pulling the strings from the shadows. What I wasn’t prepared for, though, was to be greeted by the lifeless body of Henry O'Hara. The shock hits me like a punch to the gut. It’s clear he didn’t die peacefully. This wasn’t a case of simply going to sleep and not waking up. The foam at his mouth is a dead giveaway—he was poisoned. But that’s not all. There are strangulation marks around his neck, too. I don’t understand. He was supposed to be safe in prison. This wasn’t supposed to happen—not yet. He hasn’t even been charged in court. And now this. I can’t believe Benjamin has some of the detectives on his side. Who do I even trust anymore? I was so close to get
Selene's POV I smile as I wave goodbye to Anna and Asher. Talking to them always energizes me, especially after everything that’s happened. Mom didn't allow them to visit the hospital, and honestly, I’m relieved about that. Maximus practically lived here, visiting me like I was his wife who just had a baby. I won’t take any chances with him seeing his kids, and I don’t want them catching anything from the hospital, either. Thank goodness for technology. At least I can talk to them, see their faces, and they can see me through video calls. I can tell how much they miss me, and I miss them just as much. But I’m glad I’m finally being discharged. The doctors kept me here for a few extra days for observation, especially after that incident when I woke up, screaming my heart out. It wasn’t just a nightmare. I had a full-blown panic attack, triggered by memories I wasn’t ready to relive. I can still feel the fear from the first time Maximus kicked me out of the house, the day he di
Jess's POV I bow my head in shame, feeling the weight of my mother's disappointing gaze. It's like a slap to my self-esteem, a constant reminder that no matter what I do, I can't seem to live up to her expectations. It irritates me—the way she looks at me like I’m not enough, like I’ll never be good enough for her. She makes me feel worthless, as though nothing I do can change her view of me. At first, I was reluctant to tell her about what happened with Selene, but deep down I knew she was the only one who could get me out of this mess. My father? Not an option. He doesn’t have the same strength of will as she does. More often than not, he’s the one wavering, the one who gets scared and second-guesses his decisions. When Maya Norman found out about my impulsive choice, the one that led to the mess I was now stuck in, she was furious. If looks could kill, I would have been a corpse by now. Her eyes were enough to make me feel like a criminal, like she wanted to rip me apart.
Selene’s POV Even though my body is still recovering, I can't stand being cooped up in bed all day. I’ve never been the type to let an injury slow me down, especially when there’s so much work to be done. Sure, I can’t move around like I used to, but I can still stay engaged. So, I come into the hospital every day, sitting in my office, reading patient files, diving into research. There’s always something new—another case, a diagnosis I haven’t seen before, something out of the ordinary in the medical field. Staying busy helps me not to think about my own circumstances. The hospital staff has been treating me like I’m fragile, and I don’t like it. Avery, especially, has been hovering, as if one wrong step will cause me to break. I appreciate her care, but I don't want to be coddled. Mason, on the other hand, has been a breath of fresh air. He treats me like nothing’s changed. He keeps coming around, cracking jokes, and keeping me grounded. I’m grateful for that, especially becau
Maximus’s POV "Is there a reason my daughter has been staying with your parents for more than a week? I haven’t seen Kylie in forever. Why’d you take her there? Are you trying to keep her away from me, Maximus?!" Jess snaps, her words tumbling out all at once—half complaint, half accusation. “What’s next? Are you handing her over to Selene, your ex-wife? Or are you gearing up to paint me as the villain again? Huh? What’s it going to be this time? She should be here with us right now, sitting at the table, having breakfast like a normal family. Instead, you ship her off to her grandparents and expect me to be okay with it?” Her voice grates on my nerves, and it’s way too early for her whining. My plate’s already full, and she’s piling on more. "I don’t need to make you look like the bad guy, Jess. You’ve got that down to an art," I say, my tone sharp as a blade, a laugh that’s more cruel than amused slipping out. "And for the record, your daughter—because that’s how you like t
Selene's POV “I can’t believe summer’s finally here! Isn’t this your favorite time of year? So why the long face? Don’t tell me you’re already missing me,” I tease, leaning closer to the screen. “It’s just a one-week conference, and you’re the one who volunteered to go, remember?” Avery’s jaw drops, and she quickly slaps her hand over the camera. I bite back a laugh as muffled screams echo in the background. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out she’s screaming into her pillow. “Selene, be serious,” she groans, finally looking back at me. “I wish you were here! Dr. Riley is the worst. She’s been glued to her books the entire time. A whole week of this? Ugh. When I get back, I’m spending three days straight at the beach—sunbathing, tanning, and ignoring the world.” She sighs dramatically, resting her chin on her hand. But something feels off. Her eyes are puffy, and she looks… offbeat. My teasing melts into concern. “Avery, are you okay?” I ask, scanning her face as she f
Maximus’ POV Mason keeps staring at me, looking confused. Things have been tense between us for weeks, especially since I found out about the little stunt he pulled with Selene. I know he’s been avoiding me like I have the plague, and honestly, I don’t care to figure out whatever game he’s playing. I made it clear—Selene is off-limits. But apparently, Mason has gotten bold. He didn’t propose to her, but the way he acted in those pictures and videos? The sly little gestures? People are running wild with assumptions, and it pisses me off every time I hear them talking about it. I wonder how Selene is handling all of this. Is she happy? She’s never been one to enjoy public attention. “Alright, you two have been staring at each other for way too long, and the testosterone in this room is getting unbearable. Maximus, if you’ve got something to say to Mason, now’s the time,” Raymond says, dragging me out of my thoughts. I shoot him a glare, almost forgetting he was even here. He ju
Maximus’ POV"Asher, slow down! The ice cream isn’t going anywhere," I grunt, watching my son sprint ahead like he’s in some kind of race. "If you fall, I swear I won’t feel bad for you this time. I’m serious—get back here!"Of course, he doesn’t listen. If anything, he runs even faster, making me chase him like some desperate lunatic.I give up. I’m already exhausted, and the last thing I need is to pass out because my kids are being their usual mischievous selves.Beside me, Raymond chuckles, clearly enjoying my suffering. I shoot him a sharp look, and just like that, his laughter dies."I don’t think you’re in any position to laugh," I scowl, crossing my arms. "This is your fault. You had one job, Raymond. One. Look after them till I got back. I don’t need you to be the ‘cool uncle’—I need you to be the responsible one. No wonder Avery doesn’t like you.Please, for the love of everything good, remind me never to let you babysit again. You’re the worst."He grins, completely unfazed
Maximus: My heart skips a beat. “That bomb explosion was meant to take out everyone, including Benjamin, whom I sent. That’s right, Maximus, I’m the one behind your sabotage,” he continues, grinning widely. “The orphanage, the construction worker, Henry O'Hara, sending you those threatening messages—it was all me. And I must say, I had fun, but now the fun is over. My sidekick is dead. I told him I don’t like loose ends, so I had to end his life. Benjamin is practically useless to me.” It’s one shocking revelation after another. First Jess, now this?! What’s next? “You’re lucky Raymond survived. I don’t know how he got out of the building on time, but that’s not my business. My fight isn’t with him.” Mason steps closer “Now come over here, let’s go, Selene. I’ve already arranged a plane to take us anywhere you want. We can get married and live however we want.” Selene takes a step back as Mason points a gun at us. I move her behind me, determined not to let my brother hurt th
Maximus POV It’s been over an hour since the police took Jess away, and the weight of it all still hasn’t fully hit me. She’s finally going to pay for what she’s done. Her words echo in my head, and I can’t seem to shake them. I can’t believe all these years I’ve been lied to—Kylie isn’t even my daughter. Jess has been deceiving me all this time. But I won’t let that define how I see Kylie. I will prove Jess wrong. When I look at my child, I won’t see someone else’s daughter. I’ll see my daughter, and nothing Jess says will change that. If she thinks that I’m going to hate Kylie because of her lies, she’s sorely mistaken. Kylie has always been the light in my life. She’s the reason I’ve been able to endure this broken marriage for as long as I have. Every morning, seeing her smile makes everything worth it. The thought of ever telling her she wasn’t mine is unthinkable, especially with the anxiety issues she’s been battling thanks to Jess. I would never put that on her—she’
Selene: I take an involuntary step back as panic courses through my veins. "What are you doing here? How are you out?" My voice comes out shaky, my mind racing. How is he not behind bars? He poisoned me. He almost killed me. I can’t comprehend how he’s standing in front of me, free. He must see the confusion in my eyes, because he immediately starts talking, as though he’s read my thoughts. "I know what you're thinking," he says, his tone hesitant but strangely apologetic. “What am I doing out of jail? Well, I can't tell you how I got out. I didn't escape if that's what you're thinking. I just... I wanted to apologize." I feel an odd sense of dread twist in my gut. "Apologize?" I repeat, incredulously. I take another cautious step back. I don’t trust him. Not after what he did to me. Not after what he almost did. His eyes are desperate, almost pleading, as he moves closer, and I instinctively take another step back, my body going tense. "I lied," he continues, his voice low. “I
Selene: My life feels like it's spiraling, like a country song with all its ups and downs. I'm drowning in the weight of it, but there's no time for wallowing in despair. That’s exactly what Jess wants, and I'm not going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me broken. When Anna and Asher get back from their outing with Maximus, the first thing they do is run straight looking for Nelly. My heart tightens, knowing the truth that they can’t yet understand. How do I explain to them that the woman they trusted—who took care of them, played with them, and protected them—was the same person who orchestrated their kidnapping and tried to take my life over the past few months? How do I explain that? It hits my mom the hardest. She’s known Nelly for years, taken her in like family. To find out that the woman she trusted was behind this all… it’s breaking her. She doesn’t say much, just quiet and distant. But I can see the sadness in her eyes. She tells me she’ll heal, just needs time
Selene’s POV: Without thinking, I slam her door open, my anger boiling over. How dare she?! After everything, after I took her in, trusted her, and let her live under my roof like family. I feel like a fool. How could I not see that something was off about Nelly all this time? She’s been my enemy this whole time, and I didn’t even realize it. "Selene, I’m fine. I’m just frustrated," Nelly says, her voice trembling slightly. "I wanted to go to the bathroom, but then I remembered that I can't walk. I almost hurt myself, but I’m fine. Really." I can’t even look at her. How does she act so innocent, so pretentious, when I know what she's done to me? How does she stand there, pretending like nothing happened? Every instinct tells me to slap her, to make her feel the weight of what she’s done. But I know it wouldn’t be worth it. I’ve already called the cops. It won’t be long now before she’s where she belongs. I can't hold it in any longer. The words spill out of me, bitter and furio
Selene: If life had a spinning wheel, mine would be spinning out of control. Chaos. That’s what my world feels like. One disaster after another, piling on top of each other until I can barely breathe. First, I got hit by a car. Then, I barely survived being poisoned. Not long after that, my children were kidnapped from school. And now? Now Nelly is stuck in a wheelchair, with no clear answer on when—or if—she’ll ever walk again. Whoever ran her over wasn’t just reckless. They were brutal. She’s devastated. She barely leaves her room, convinced that her life is over. That she’s useless to me now. Nothing I say seems to get through to her. She keeps insisting that I’ll fire her—abandon her—because she can’t take care of Anna and Asher anymore. As if she’s just some employee. She’s family. My mom adores her. My kids love her. I wish she could see that. I wish she could understand that she’s not alone in this. At least the driver was arrested. A drunk driver. In the m
Maximus POV His eyes flick to Anna, then back to me, a smirk playing on his lips. "You do have kids elsewhere," he says, his tone laced with something unreadable. "And might I say, your daughter is your exact copy. So? Aren’t you going to introduce me to my niece and nephew?" I don’t respond. I can’t. He studies my expression, his smirk deepening. "Why are you looking at me like that? You seem… tense. What’s going on?" I force myself to mask my shock, but my mind is racing. What the hell is Mason doing here? And more importantly—how does he know about Selene and the kids? I get that Anna looks exactly like me, but why does Mason automatically assume Selene is their mother? There are plenty of women he could have considered—so why her? My stomach twists. He’s obsessed. And I don’t like it. It’s like he thinks Selene belongs to him. Like she’s some prize he missed out on. Did he follow me here? I didn’t even notice if someone was tailing me. That’s what bothers me th
Maximus’ POV For the first time in days, I feel a sense of relief. My kids are safe. That’s all that matters. Even though Anna sprained her wrist and has to wear a bandage for now, I can’t help but feel a strange sense of pride. Turns out, she was the one riling up their kidnapper, protecting Asher from getting hit. I guess whoever took them doesn’t like quick-witted kids. Anna may have my looks, but she’s got Selene’s sharp tongue. And while that might have made things worse for her in that hellhole, I’m glad she never backed down. She’s strong. What I don’t feel good about is Selene still believing I had something to do with this. No matter what I say, no matter what I do, she refuses to let go of the idea that I was involved. And honestly? I’m getting tired of proving my innocence. But nothing could have prepared me for the shock I got this morning. Selene called me—early. Good thing I spent the night at the office. If I’d been home, Jess would have started nagging