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
Juniper is standing in the middle of the room, grinning like she’s just won the lottery. Around her, movers are busy taking out furniture—antique furniture, no less—and replacing it with sleek, modern pieces. Our living room, which has always been a mix of Caspian’s family’s history and our own touch, is now turning into something completely different.“What the hell is going on?” Caspian asks, his voice sharp.Juniper turns to face us, her smile bright and unapologetic. “Oh, good morning! I figured since I’m going to be staying here for a while, I might as well make some changes.”Caspian stares at her, completely dumbfounded. “What changes? Why are you getting rid of our furniture?”“Well,” Juniper says, hands on her hips as she surveys the room, “I called a moving company to take your old stuff down to the basement. It’s nice and all, but let’s be honest, it’s not very functional. I’m replacing it with some modern pieces from my place.”“From your place?”Juniper nods, as if this i
Juniper's tone is icy, and Caspian and I exchange glances. This isn’t going to be a pleasant conversation.Juniper stands and walks toward the window, phone pressed to her ear. “What did you think was going to happen when you stormed out last week? You think I’m just going to sit around and wait for you to get your head out of your ass?”Caspian leans toward me, lowering his voice. “All this chaos? It’s your fault. If you’d just stayed in the master bedroom with her, none of this would’ve happened.”I nudge him playfully, still amused by the whole situation. “Oh, come on. You seriously think me sleeping in the guest room is what caused her to redecorate the entire house?”He grumbles something under his breath, but I can tell he’s trying not to smile.Before we can continue, Juniper raises her. “Oh, now you care about the furniture?” she snaps, pacing the room. “Maybe if you hadn’t stormed off like a child, I wouldn’t have had to move everything out.”Caspian arches an eyebrow. “Isaac