Mike has always been a gym freak. I don’t need to call to know he’ll be here, throwing weights around like he’s preparing for a heavyweight championship. As I step inside the gym, the familiar scent of sweat and rubber fills my nostrils. The air is thick with testosterone, but I don’t care. I’m not here for anything other than to drop the truth on Mike.I spot him immediately, his muscular arms straining as he presses another weight up. His face is set in concentration, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and onto his chest. He’s showing off, of course, making sure everyone sees how much he can lift. It’s always been his thing—looking strong, invincible. But I know the truth. I know how weak he really is underneath all that bravado.I walk toward him. As I get closer, he drops the weights onto the rack and sits up, wiping his forehead with a towel. When he finally looks at me, his lips curl into that same cocky smirk I used to fall for. Now it just makes me sick.“Well, well, wel
Caspian's POVI find myself pacing around the living room, feeling like a trapped animal. The clock ticks, one second turning into two, and my frustration grows. Desiree still isn't home, and the thought of her with Mike kills me. Why did she have to meet him? Why couldn’t she let someone else handle this? My hands move to my hair as I stop in front of the window, staring outside but not really seeing anything. I try calling her again, but there’s no answer. Every minute feels like a century. Where is she? The longer I wait, the more agitated I become. I find myself grabbing my phone and dialing her again, my finger tapping impatiently on the side of my leg. This time, something strange happens—I hear the sound of a phone ringing, not through the earpiece, but from inside the house. "What the hell?" I say, lowering my phone and looking around. The sound is coming from upstairs.I jog up the stairs, following the sound to our bedroom. It’s coming from her bag, casually tossed on the
I run my hands through my hair, pacing the room again, my heart pounding in my chest. “I don’t know what to think anymore! You’ve been lying to me for days, and you’re telling me it’s not even my decision whether we keep the baby?”“This isn’t about you, Caspian. This is about me. My life. My body. I’m the one who has to carry this baby.”“I know that,” I say. “But it’s our baby, Desiree. You can’t just shut me out like this. I have a right to know. I have a right to be part of this decision.”She looks away, her jaw tight, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “And what if I’m not ready?” she whispers. “What if I’m not ready to be a mother?”I stop pacing. “Desiree… you can’t mean that.”“I don’t know,” she says, shaking her head. “I don’t know if I can do this. We have so much going on, so much… mess. And I’m scared, Caspian. I’m scared of what this means for us. For me.”I take a step closer, my heart aching at the sight of her. “You don’t have to be scared. We’ll figure this out.
It’s been days since the fight with Desiree, and she still refuses to talk to me. The silence between us isn’t just uncomfortable—it’s suffocating. I wake up each morning with the same ache in my chest, wishing things were different, wishing we could just go back to how we were before. But every morning, it feels like we’re drifting further apart.Today’s no different. I open my eyes to the faint light filtering through the curtains and roll over. Desiree’s there, sitting up against the headboard, her knees drawn to her chest. Between us is a row of pillows—her line in the sand. That barrier she’s been building up between us since the fight. The sight of it hits me like a punch to the gut, a reminder of just how distant she’s become.I try anyway. “Good morning,” I say, my voice rough from sleep, hoping maybe today will be different.She doesn’t even look at me. Just flips me off and slides out of bed, heading for the door without a word.The door clicks shut behind her, and I’m left
“What?” I say, harsher than I intended. But I don’t care. Not right now.Mike hesitates, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, and rubs the back of his neck. His eyes avoid mine. “I, uh… wanted to apologize,” he mutters, not meeting my eyes. “You know, for everything. For Mabel putting you through all this stress.”I narrow my eyes, not buying it for a second. “Mabel, huh? Just Mabel?”He finally looks up, and there’s something there—defensiveness, maybe? “Yeah,” he says. “I mean… she’s the one who pushed the whole thing. You know how she is.”“And you? You’re not part of this?”Mike shrugs, glancing away. “I didn’t exactly agree with how she handled it, but… look, Dad, I didn’t have much choice.”I take a step closer, lowering my voice. “You told Desiree I’m going to sign some document to divorce her. How dare you?”Mike’s face hardens. “Oh, we’re talking about playing dirty now? You sent Desiree to lie to me about my wife cheating. So don’t stand there and act like you’re
As Juniper descends the stairs, the first thing I notice is her very protruding stomach. She’s pregnant? Heavily pregnant at that. That’s new. When was the last time I saw her? Now that I think about it, it’s been months. Juniper grins, reaching the bottom of the stairs. “I thought I’d stop by, see how my little brother’s holding up.” She glances between me and Desiree, raising an eyebrow. “Did I interrupt something?”“No,” Desiree says quickly, shaking her head. “Just… talking.”Talking. Right. I glance over at Desiree, hoping for some kind of connection, but the moment we had—the one where she laughed and spoke to me—is gone. Just like that. Whatever fragile ground I thought I was gaining is lost. Again. And I’m back where I started: silent, helpless, wondering if everything is slipping through my fingers. My marriage. My company. My entire life.Juniper strolls into the living room, practically waddling with all that extra weight, and plops herself onto the couch with a dramatic s
I stare at her, stunned. Twins. And she didn’t tell Isaac? Juniper’s always been tough, but this… this feels like a different level of insanity. The kind only my family seems capable of reaching. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell him,” I say, shaking my head. “And now you’re just… what? Hiding out here until you figure it out?” Juniper shrugs. “Pretty much. Got any better ideas, little bro?” I don’t. I really don’t. All I know is that this family is one giant ball of dysfunction, and it’s getting bigger by the minute. I glance over at Desiree, who’s sitting quietly beside me, her eyes darting between me and Juniper like she’s watching a ping-pong match she never signed up for. “I’ll take that as a no,” Juniper says, smirking. She leans back on the couch, rubbing her stomach. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’ll just stay here and wait for him to cool down. Maybe when I’m done helping you overthrow Mabel, I’ll sort out my marriage.” I rub my temples, feeling the weight of everything
“I brought it home so we could burn it,” I say, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.Desiree blinks, clearly caught off guard. “What?”“I brought it home so we could set it on fire,” I repeat, stepping closer to her. “Together. I want you to see that I’m serious. That none of this means anything without you. That I’m willing to fight for you. For us.”She stares at me for a long moment, her anger slowly giving way to something else—something softer, more vulnerable. I can see the uncertainty in her eyes, the part of her that’s still afraid to trust me, afraid that this is just another empty gesture. But I mean it this time. I have changed. I need her to believe that.Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she nods. “Okay.”I grab a lighter from the dresser and hand it to her. Together, we kneel by the fireplace, and I hold the document up as she flicks the lighter on. The flame dances in her eyes, and for a moment, we just stare at each other, nei