My weekdays usually went like this: I'd wake up early to make breakfast for Alice and myself, drive her to preschool, and then head to work. I had landed a well-paying job at a company where I'd been for a couple of years. For now, I was working in the Human Resources department.After work, I'd pick Alice up from one of the extracurricular activities I'd signed her up for—partly to give me time to finish my day. Once home, we'd make dinner together because, if there was one thing I could say about that little girl, it was that she was disciplined and obedient. She was an angel.Unfortunately, our routine had been interrupted by the unresolved issue with my car. It had been in the shop for about a week now, and I wasn't thrilled about having to rely on Matt for rides, though he offered willingly. Anyone looking after kids knows that you never turn down help.So, here we were, watching Alice wave goodbye to us as her teacher led her into preschool. She was blowing kisses as though sh
I must have been in luck today. We managed to pick up my dress, and it fit like a glove. Lunch had been fantastic, and now, Matt and I were in the department store, browsing the wedding gift registry.Matt stood next to me as we scanned the options on the monitor that the sales associate was showing us. Most of the items were crossed off except for the more expensive ones."Aren't they going to the Caribbean for their honeymoon? A camera sounds like a good gift," Matt suggested. "I'll give them that one from me.""The TV and the dryer seem perfect too. Those can be our shared gift. Let's go with those three. Is the registry complete now?" I asked the associate."Everything is covered. The couple will be thrilled when they find out," he confirmed.That was exactly what I had planned. Jenna had mentioned putting some expensive items on the list just in case, but she didn't really expect anyone to buy them. Well, we would. We went through the payment process and then headed down the
I hadn't slept all night, couldn't even enjoy breakfast, and I found it impossible to focus on Jenna's happiness today. I was, after all, in her hotel suite, where her bridesmaids were being prepped and pampered for the wedding.There she was, in a silky white robe that said "Bride" across the back, her hair filled with rollers. She laughed with one of her sisters-in-law, and the room buzzed with chatter and excitement. There were five bridesmaids plus her grandmother, her mother, and me, the maid of honor. The chaos of getting nine women ready at once was overwhelming.But I couldn't share in the joy of this special day. As I waited my turn to get my makeup done, Alice was asleep on my lap, and I probably looked like I was attending a funeral. How could I not? Why had I seen Lucius so vividly?Sometimes I dreamed of him. Sometimes I remembered him. Sometimes I cried over him. But the vision I had of him yesterday was strange. It wasn't just clear, like a typical memory—it was like
Would having triple the number of guests at the reception compared to the church have ruined the newlyweds' night? Not at all. They gave their speeches, dinner was served, though I barely touched it, I took Alice around the play area at least five times with the other kids, and I even accepted a few dances with Matt.I had done well, I told myself as I headed to the bathroom. Once inside a stall, I sat down and buried my face in my hands. The truth was, I didn't feel well. I felt unsettled and unhinged. I wanted this night to be over."You can't leave your best friend's wedding this early. There's still so much left to do. You're the maid of honor," I scolded myself.There was still plenty of time and wedding activities left. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and glanced at the floor beneath the door. Something suddenly caught my attention.I saw the shoes of a man, even though this was the women's restroom. To add to the strangeness, the shoes were standing right in front of my
What were the chances that Matt would propose and Lucius Brown would show up at the same wedding? They should have been zero. Still, luck had never been my friend, and this time was no exception. I blinked several times, hoping Lucius would disappear again, but he didn't.He stood there in the crowd, just like he had in my vision at the store. He wore a suit, his hair longer than the last time I had seen him, and I was willing to bet that if I focused on his shoes, they'd be the same ones I had seen in the bathroom. His presence was undeniable.Just like I couldn't ignore the fact that Matt was holding my hand tightly, launching into a heartfelt speech I wasn't ready for."From the moment I met you, I knew you were special, and time has only proven that to me," Matt said, his voice full of devotion.All the guests were watching us, even Jenna, who had found the perfect angle to snap pictures with her phone. She had known this was coming. Of course, she had. She wouldn't have insist
To complete my tragedy, I felt the mattress sink as someone sat beside me. To make it worse, they uncovered my head."Marianne... I know you're awake. Stop pretending."That voice.That voice wasn't Matt's. I shot up like lightning had struck me, and there he was—Lucius. Sitting right beside me, far too close. My heart felt like it was about to give out, and my breathing was a wreck.It had been four years since I last saw Lucius, but it felt like many more. In his eyes, it seemed like time had doubled, even tripled. There was pain and longing in them.I couldn't help but reach out and touch his face, needing to confirm that this was real. My hands trembled as I caressed his cheeks, shoulders, and hands. Yes, it was him. He had returned."It's you," was all I could manage."Indeed, it's me," he replied, a slight, bitter smile on his lips. "I see you're still yourself, and here we are again, with you engaged to another man."My hands dropped away from him, and my brow furrowed a
Unfortunately, my "fainting" act was so convincing that Jenna and Derek insisted I should go home to rest. They assured me they wouldn't take it badly and even thanked me for making the effort to be there on such an important day. So now, here I was, walking down the hallway of my apartment building, holding hands with a sleepy little Alice.I wish I could say it was just the two of us, minutes away from reaching our quiet home, but Matt had insisted on walking us to the door. He hadn't mentioned the marriage proposal or the ring again, and I hadn't brought it up either. Frankly, I didn't want to."Mommy... I'm so tired... I want to sleep..." Alice mumbled, rubbing her eyes.She looked like a little cloud in her puffy white dress. Absolutely adorable. I let the "Mommy" slide, just this once. How could I scold her when she looked so precious?"We're almost there. Just a few more steps, and then we'll be in bed," I reassured her. "Look, that's our door. We made it."I hurried toward
"I didn't give the key to you. I gave it to one of your employees to help with a plumbing issue," I remembered perfectly where that spare key had gone. The only one. The one that was never returned."It's practically the same thing," he shrugged, standing up. "Do you want coffee or an energy drink? I'm not sure what would settle your stomach better after a 'fainting' episode like that."His sarcasm was unmistakable as he walked into my kitchen. I didn't know what was worse—that he'd had a key to my place this entire time or that he was now making coffee in my kitchen. He had already set out two cups on the counter, almost as if preparing for my arrival. Lucius sat down calmly at the kitchen table. I, however, did not."Who the hell do you think you are, making me coffee in my own house?" I snapped, my anger boiling over. "You have no right to enter my home without my permission. Couldn't you have rung the doorbell like a decent human being?""If I had, would you have let me in?" He
Sara Brown's P.O.V."Didn't we agree you wouldn't come, Mom?" Richard asked, his voice low and disappointed."Richard, you too?" Victoria exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and indignation."What else did you expect, Victoria?" Julian interjected, crossing his arms. "We practically had to beg Sara for permission just to see Matthew. Meanwhile, you've done nothing to make amends yet here you are, demanding things. That's not how this works.""Do you want me to apologize to Sara?" Victoria's voice cracked as she looked at me, her emotions on full display.I would never trust Victoria, and I certainly would never leave my son alone with her unsupervised. But in this moment, her vulnerability chipped away at some of my hardened resolve. Life had been so good lately, so full of joy and love, that my heart no longer had room for resentment."You don't need to apologize to me," I said calmly. "The people you owe an apology to are your sons."Victoria's eyes widened, her
Sara Brown's P.O.V.Six months later.Becoming a mother was one of those adventures I never knew I needed, but I'd never been more grateful for taking the leap—especially with Lawrence by my side. Now, here we were, standing in front of a flower-draped altar nestled in the woods of the Brown family estate.Getting married in this spot felt symbolic. It had been our sanctuary as kids, the place where we'd escaped from the grown-ups and shared secrets. It was fitting that my best friend, the boy who'd been by my side through thick and thin, was now becoming my husband.Behind us was a small gathering of family and close friends. The Browns—ever-expanding with a small army of kids—were all present, as were a handful of Lawrence's relatives, including his brothers, Richard and Julian. We'd kept the guest list to just sixty people, making this a more intimate celebration than anyone would've expected from a Brown-Lewis wedding.Still, it was perfect. Everyone we loved was here. And the
I looked at our baby's tiny face, and the urge to cry overwhelmed me again. He was absolutely perfect."Are you going to keep crying?" Sara teased with a mischievous grin. "If you don't stop, I won't give you another one."I wiped my tears immediately, not wanting to take any chances. She burst out laughing, her radiant energy filling the room."So," quickly shifting topics, she leaned forward slightly, "what are we naming him? We agreed we'd know when we saw him. I've got a name from the shortlist in mind. Do you?""I do," I replied, smiling."Okay, let's say it together," she suggested, and I nodded. "On three. One, two, three—""Matthew!" we both exclaimed in unison.We stared at each other before breaking into matching grins. Sara started clapping in excitement over our perfect sync. I laughed at her enthusiasm, but something on the hospital TV caught my attention—a news report about yesterday's gubernatorial election. Images of Isabelle, the winner, flashed across the scree
Lawrence Lewis's P.O.V.Three months later...Just when I thought I couldn't be any happier with Sara loving me, life proved me wrong. Every day felt like a new peak of joy. A few months ago, I believed I had reached the ultimate high when she accepted my proposal during our trip to Finland. I'd asked her under the northern lights in a private and intimate moment, just the two of us—just like our entire relationship had been.The fallout from canceling my engagement to Emma had been relatively manageable for me. There were no financial or legal repercussions, and I narrowly escaped the disgrace of almost becoming the son-in-law of a criminal like Mark. But to say I avoided all drama would be a lie. The rumors and gossip surrounding how Sara and I had gotten together were relentless.I was usually a calm man, but any criticism aimed at Sara, accusing her of "breaking up" my previous engagement, turned me into a beast. Sara would always tell me to ignore the noise, that only we knew
I stood there frozen, feeling every gaze lock onto me. It was as if time had stopped. No one spoke, no one moved—they just stared. Sweat started trickling down places I didn’t even know could sweat.“Hi… how’s everyone doing?” I asked, my voice hesitant.I braced myself for the shouting, the dramatic exclamations, the scolding even. Instead, the extroverted ones in the room simply smiled at me while the quieter ones went back to what they were doing, almost as if nothing had happened. The initial wave of attention just… evaporated.“As I was saying,” Uncle Lucius continued, picking up right where he’d left off, “if you don’t finish your vegetables, we’ll give them to the lion in the forest.”My jaw dropped. This table—the entire Brown family—was completely unfazed. Even Lawrence had that knowing smile on his face, almost as if he’d expected this exact reaction. Before I could recover, Aunt Lucia and Aunt Marianne came over and pulled me into tight hugs.“You look gorgeous, Sara. A
Richard's voice broke the silence as he gathered his courage. "We'd like to add Duke and Monarch for me, and the boat for Julian. With that, we'll be ready to sign the agreement."I rubbed my ears, almost certain I had misheard."The horses and the boat? That's all you want?" Lawrence asked, his tone tinged with disbelief."Yes," Julian confirmed, his voice hesitant. "We believe... they're of great sentimental value to us. And they were gifts. They just... weren't officially transferred to us."Lawrence's eyes darted between them as if trying to confirm whether these were the same brothers he'd been fighting with."That's it?" he repeated, his suspicion evident."That's it," Richard said, though his discomfort was plain to see."What are you two plotting?" Lawrence asked, narrowing his eyes.The twins exchanged confused glances."Nothing?" Julian said, his tone growing defensive. "What are you plotting? You told us you wouldn't give us anything but then sent this offer out of
I couldn't help but notice the sadness etched onto Lawrence's face. He'd always said he wouldn't give his brothers anything. Yet here he was, not only offering them a portion of the inheritance but also bracing himself for their inevitable demands and negotiating with them."Wouldn't it have been easier to just offer them exactly what you were willing to give from the start?" I asked as I leaned against his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him. His sadness was palpable, and it was breaking my heart. Just moments ago, he'd been so happy. "Just say 'Take it or leave it' and then forget about them."Lawrence sighed, his gaze distant. "I know them. And I know myself. I can't lay the blame for all my hardships on them like I do with Victoria. Despite what I said during the will reading, I know they deserve more than what my father left them.""You have a heart of gold, Ren," I murmured, kissing his cheek. "Don't let those brats melt it down, okay?"He chuckled softly, though his sadnes
I swayed my hips rhythmically against his body, the two of us joined in that intimate connection we'd rediscovered nearly every night since the chaos with a certain corrupt official had come to an end.As Lawrence neared his release, he called my name, his voice rough with passion. I teased him by sucking on the thumb he'd slipped into my mouth, which was all it took for him to shut his eyes tightly as the force of his climax overtook him. I followed him into that blissful release just a moment later.Utterly satisfied, I collapsed beside him on the bed, both of us completely naked, basking in the warmth of each other's bodies. My breathing was still ragged as Lawrence shifted closer, his hands roaming gently over my hair, my chest, and finally, my stomach. The way his hand lingered there told me exactly what he was about to ask—again."Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" he asked."No. It was terrible. I never want to have another orgasm for the rest of my life," I replied
"What's going on here?" I asked Sara suspiciously."Just go with the flow," she replied, opening my car door with a grin.I hesitated but decided to follow her advice—or at least try. After exchanging cheek kisses, I walked over to where Jason was waiting. I tucked the envelope with my test results into my pocket. As I reached him, he took my hand, and we started walking up a hill in the park."When did you ask Sara to bring me here?" I asked, curious."That's a secret," he said with a chuckle. "And since you two are such close friends now—""Close friends?" I interrupted, raising a brow. "You think we're really friends?""That's how it seems. You smile a lot when you're with her," he replied."Do I?" I considered it for a moment, warmth spreading through my chest. "Maybe we are."Jason smiled but kept silent. As we climbed one of the hills, I was taken aback by the breathtaking view of the city spread before us. But even more surprising was the blanket laid out on the ground,