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
Desiree's POVI guess I can say I’m happy.With Caspian by my side, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly returning to normal, I agree I’m the luckiest woman right now. We’re tangled together under the sheets, skin against skin, like we’ve finally found our way back to each other after being lost for so long.I feel a sense of calm, the kind of peace that comes only after a storm. It was hell fighting with him, the days and nights of not talking, of feeling completely alone even when he was right there next to me. But now, lying here with him, I feel like we’re healing, like we’re finally putting the pieces back together.Caspian’s hand slides down to hold mine, his fingers tracing gentle circles on my skin.“I’ve missed this. Missed you,” he says, his breath brushing against my forehead. “Not just the physical stuff… but everything. Talking, laughing, just… being with you.”My heart tightens at his words. I turn my head to look up at him, finding his eyes open, his
“Well, don’t you two look cozy,” Juniper says, smirking. “I guess I can say I’m happy for you.” Caspian rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed. “What do you want, Juniper?” She leans against the doorframe, her arms crossed. “Well, can I come in?” Her voice is teasing, but with an underlying seriousness that only I seem to pick up on. “Why the hell would I let you in?” Juniper sighs. “Please?” Caspian rubs his temples like he’s already exhausted by her. "No, Juniper. It’s late, and Desiree and I—" "I... I don’t like being alone," she interrupts, her tone softening as she straightens, uncrossing her arms. Her smirk fades, replaced by a flicker of vulnerability that takes both of us by surprise. "As much as I’m an independent woman, I don’t know how to be alone. Especially at night.” I glance at Caspian, seeing his face harden as if he’s preparing to stand his ground. But something in her tone makes me pause. Juniper doesn’t seem like someone who shows vulnerability. So I believe t
Juniper’s words hit me like a punch to the gut. I never realized how much Caspian’s father’s absence affected her, how much it still affects her. "He doesn’t know why I keep my distance sometimes," Juniper continues, her voice breaking. "He probably thinks I’m mad at him or something, but it’s not that. I just… I miss Dad. And every time I look at Caspian, it’s like I’m reminded of all the things we never got to have."I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into a hug as she finally lets herself cry. Her shoulders shake as she buries her face in my shoulder, and I hold her tight, trying to give her whatever comfort I can."I’m so sorry, Juniper," I whisper, feeling tears prick at my own eyes. "I didn’t know."She pulls back slightly, wiping her eyes again, her face flushed with emotion. "He doesn’t either. I never told him. I don’t want him to feel like he’s responsible for making up for what we lost. He already carries enough weight on his shoulders."We sit there for a while, talki