Mike shifts uncomfortably, his gaze fixed on a spot just over her shoulder. He clears his throat, but no words come. I can practically feel him choking on his own pride, and I resist the urge to nudge him, to push him forward.After a long, awkward silence, he speaks, his voice barely above a mutter. “I’m… sorry.”Desiree snorts, crossing her arms tighter. “You’re going to have to do better than that.”Mike’s jaw tightens, and he glares at her. “Look, I don’t like you. You don’t like me. Let’s not pretend otherwise. But if my being here is making you this miserable, then fine—I’m sorry.”Her eyes flash with anger, but she holds back, nodding curtly. “Apology accepted. But let’s be clear—this doesn’t mean we’re suddenly friends. You stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours.”He scoffs, crossing his arms. “Trust me, that won’t be a problem.”I step between them, trying to keep the peace. “Alright, that’s enough. The point is, you both need to coexist. This isn’t about winning or l
The names hit me like a punch to the gut. I can feel my face drain of color, and from the corner of my eye, I see Desiree’s hand tighten on her armrest.“You… you called them here?” My voice comes out a strangled whisper, barely able to comprehend what he’s just done.He shrugs. “You said I should focus on the present, didn’t you? Well, here it is. The truth, right at our doorstep.”“Mike,” Desiree says, her voice low and dangerous. “What the hell were you thinking?”“I’m thinking it’s time we get some answers, don’t you?”I don’t know what’s worse—the fact that he went behind my back, or the smug satisfaction on his face, like he’s just accomplished some grand feat. He’s playing with fire, and he knows it. He wants to see us squirm, wants to force our hand in a way that’s as petty as it is destructive.“Listen to me,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “You think you want answers, but trust me, some things are better left buried. These people… they’re not here to help you, Mike.”“Then
Paul gives a casual wave. “Caspian. Desiree.” He nods to Mike, who barely acknowledges him.The tension in the room could slice through steel. I step aside, gesturing for them to come in, and they glide past me, making themselves at home in my living room as if they belong here, as if they haven’t each taken their turns stabbing me in the back.Gladys settles onto the couch with a little sigh, crossing her legs in that infuriatingly elegant way of hers. Paul leans against the armrest beside her, arms folded, looking at Mike like he’s some kind of long-lost prodigy.“So,” Gladys begins, glancing around, her gaze lingering on Desiree with a touch of disdain before settling on me. “I hear there’s been… some questions.”“Questions,” Desiree says. “That’s one way to put it.”Mike steps forward, his arms crossed over his chest, his face set in a mask of forced calm. “I want to know the truth. No more games, no more lies. I want to know where I come from.”Gladys raises an eyebrow, glancing
It's been two days since Paul and Gladys visited about the DNA stuff, and Mike and I are finally going to get our samples taken. Paul will be there too.I feel like it's a disaster waiting to happen.The morning sun hangs low, casting the world in a clinical light that feels eerily appropriate as Mike and I drive toward the hospital. The air between us is thick with unspoken words and half-formed thoughts, each mile adding to the weight of everything unsaid. Mike stares out the window, jaw clenched. He hasn’t said a word since we left the house, but I can feel the tension radiating off him. Every so often, he drums his fingers against his knee, as if he’s itching to say something but can’t quite muster the words. I’m not sure I can either. I keep my focus on the road, hands gripping the steering wheel a bit too tightly, because I know as soon as I let go, I’ll be forced to acknowledge what we’re doing—what this test might mean.As we pull into the hospital parking lot, I spot Paul le
We find a nearby café, one of those generic places with laminated menus and too-bright lighting. It feels absurd, sitting here with Paul and Mike, the hum of idle conversation around us as if nothing has changed. But everything has changed. And even though I’m trying to keep up some semblance of composure, I can feel the tension simmering just beneath the surface. Paul glances at the menu, his mouth twisting into a smirk. “So, what are we in the mood for? Salads? Sandwiches? Maybe a nice, refreshing DNA test special?” Mike snorts, shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Paul raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence. “What? Just trying to lighten the mood, kid. Isn’t that what you wanted?” I take a slow breath, fighting the urge to snap. “Not everything has to be a joke, Paul. Especially not this.” He leans back in his chair, folding his arms with a lazy grin. “Oh, come on, Caspian. You’ve always taken things too seriously. It’s just a test. Whatever it says, life goe
“Terrible influences?” Paul raises an eyebrow, grinning. “Kid, who do you think let you stay up late watching horror movies with popcorn when your old man here thought it was ‘inappropriate’? Who do you think taught you how to sneak out without getting caught?”“Which, by the way, you were terrible at,” I add with a chuckle. “You didn’t make it past the back gate without tripping on that pile of gardening tools.”“Oh, God,” Mike laughs, his eyes lighting up with the kind of boyish amusement I haven’t seen in years. “Yeah, that was all Paul’s doing. Every time I got grounded, I’d look out the window, and there he was, standing in the driveway, pretending he was innocent.”Paul puts a hand to his heart, feigning offense. “Excuse me, innocent is exactly what I was.”“Innocent?” I scoff. “If innocent means corrupting my son with your schemes, then sure. Innocent as a wolf in a henhouse.”Mike’s grin softens, and for a brief, blissful moment, everything feels easy, uncomplicated. We’re jus
Mike leans back, his arms crossed, but I notice the way his fingers tap against his bicep, a nervous tic. “I know what you’re thinking,” he says. “But it’s not that simple.”“Oh, isn’t it?” I shoot back. “She’s dragged you through hell and back, alienated you from your family, turned your life into her personal battleground—and you’re going to tell me it’s complicated?”He flinches, just slightly, but I can see it. He swallows, and the defiance in his gaze wavers, just for a second. “I thought I could handle her. I thought… I don’t know what I thought. Maybe that I could change her, or that she’d change on her own. But she’s—she’s smarter than I gave her credit for.”“Smarter?” I raise an eyebrow, biting back a laugh that’s anything but amused. “Mike, she’s a demon unleashed.”“She wasn’t always like this,” he says, almost pleading, like he’s trying to convince himself as much as me. “At first, she was… different. Charming. She made me feel like I was the center of her world.”“Yeah,
Another silence, tense and electric. Mike opens his eyes, looking at each of us in turn, and I can see the desperation, the pain, the exhaustion. But beneath all that, there’s a glimmer of something else—a spark that I haven’t seen in years. Determination. “All right,” he says finally, his voice steady, resolved. “I’m in.” And just like that, the storm cloud hanging over us begins to lift. It’s a fragile alliance, a tentative truce, but it’s something. And as we sit there, the three of us united in purpose, I can’t help but feel a flicker of hope. For the first time, I believe that we might actually have a chance. --- Desiree and I are on our way to her father's house. The low purr of the engine fills the heavy silence inside the car. Desiree sits beside me, her arms crossed and her gaze locked firmly out the window. She hasn’t said a word since we left, and the tension radiating off her is thick enough to choke on. The city lights streak across her face, highlighting the sharp
“Every last one of them.” He shuts the door with a soft click. “You missed the dramatic exits. Jessica and Uncle Bruno had a showdown over the last cupcake. Bruno won, of course. By sheer brute force.”I chuckle, imagining Jessica’s indignation. “She’ll never let him live it down.”“Probably not.” He loosens his tie, and I can’t help but watch. There’s something almost hypnotic about the way he unwinds, each movement shedding the polished image he wears in front of the world.“You didn’t have to throw that party,” I say, my fingers tracing invisible patterns on the blanket. “It was too much.”“Too much?” He smirks, stepping closer. “You’re carrying my child. There’s no such thing as too much.”My cheeks heat, and I roll my eyes, though a smile tugs at my lips. “Still. It was sweet. Thank you.”He shrugs off his jacket, draping it over a chair before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Don’t thank me yet. I might’ve used the opportunity to have a little strategic meeting with the board. J
The entryway is packed with people—family, friends, even a few faces I don’t immediately recognize. Balloons and banners hang from the ceiling, and a massive sign reading “Congratulations, Mom and Dad!” stretches across the living room.“What the actual—”I turn to Caspian, who’s standing beside me looking calm, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, a slight smirk playing on his lips.“Surprised?” he asks.“You planned this?”He shrugs. “Guilty.”“You—” I gape at him, words failing me. “When? How?”“While you were busy arguing with your mom about leaving,” he says. “I made a few calls. Mike helped.”I don’t even have time to process my rage before Uncle Bruno barrels toward me, arms wide and voice booming.“Oh, Dee Dee, this is huge!” He scoops me up in a hug so tight I swear my ribs creak. “A baby! Just when I thought you couldn’t surprise us anymore.”“Uncle B, put me down before I suffocate.” My voice is muffled against his chest, but he complies, grinning from ear to ear.Je
I try to dodge her attempts to smother me, but it’s impossible. She pulls me into a bone-crushing hug, and I swear I hear Caspian chuckling behind me.“Mom, you’re—” I can barely breathe. “You’re squeezing me.”“Oh, hush. You’re pregnant. You’re invincible now!” She pulls back, her hands gripping my arms as she stares at me like she’s just been handed the Holy Grail. “We have to celebrate.”“No,” I say. “No celebrations.”She ignores me, her mind already racing ahead. “We’ll call your siblings, of course. And your aunt. And the cousins. Everyone has to know. Oh, we’ll have a big family dinner—”“We’re leaving for New York today,” I interrupt, my voice firm. “There’s no time for any of that.”She frowns, her face falling in a way that tugs at my heart. “But this is huge, Desiree. You’re having a baby! My grandchild!”“Which is precisely why I’m not ready for the entire family to descend on me like vultures,” I say, trying to keep my tone light but firm. “Mom, I love you, but no. We’re
Caspian tilts his head, pretending to think about it. “Technically, yes.”“Technically?!” I say, grabbing the sheet to cover myself even though he’s seen everything. “Oh my God. She’s going to know. She’s going to know! I’m going to have to move to another continent. Maybe Antarctica.”He chuckles, too relaxed for someone who’s just committed a cardinal sin. “I’m pretty sure you’re overreacting.”“No, I’m not!” I slap his chest, but he just grins, his hand reaching up to catch mine. “You don’t know her! She’ll bring this up every Thanksgiving for the rest of my life. My life, Caspian!”“She’s not going to bring it up,” he says, sitting up now. “And if she does, I’ll handle it. Relax.”“Relax?” I throw the sheet off dramatically and scramble off the bed. “I cannot relax! This is a disaster.”He watches me, amused, as I grab the first piece of clothing I can find—his shirt—and pull it over my head. It falls halfway to my knees, but it’ll have to do.“You’re adorable when you’re panickin
“Caspian!” I hiss, my hands flying to his shoulders. Before I can protest further, he captures my lips in a kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as if he's trying to brand me as his own. "I can't get enough of you. You're mine," he says, the possessiveness in his tone making my heart race with excitement and fear. I shiver at the dark promise in his words, my body already slick with need for him. He pulls back to trail open-mouthed kisses down my neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking at my sensitive skin as he frantically works the buttons of my shirt—his shirt, actually—ripping it open to expose my lace-covered breasts to his hungry gaze. I moan and arch into his touch as his calloused hands palm my bare breasts, thumbs teasing my aching nipples. I can feel the wetness dripping from me, already anticipating the feel of him filling me. I watch him through heavy-lidded eyes, my body trembling with barely contained need. Once he's done undressing me, he takes a lustful look
“No, it’s not,” I say, though my voice is a little too high-pitched to be convincing. “She knows what we did to get you pregnant, Desiree. She’s not going to be shocked by some creaky bed springs.” I smack his arm, my mortification complete. “Caspian!” He bursts out laughing, and despite my best efforts, I can’t help but smile. His laugh is infectious, the kind that makes it impossible to stay mad. Still, I cross my arms, glaring up at him. “You’re the worst.” “And yet, you married me.” “Poor decision-making on my part.” He reaches down, pulling me up from the floor with an ease that’s both annoying and impressive. Before I can protest, he’s dragged me onto the bed, his arms wrapping around me as he shifts us into some semblance of comfort. It’s a tight fit, but somehow it works—his body warm and solid against mine, the faint smell of his cologne grounding me in a way I hadn’t realized I needed. “This isn’t comfortable,” I grumble, even as I relax into him. “Sure it is,” he mu
“I’m trying to fix this!” I say, my voice rising. “You think I wanted to come back here? You think I wanted to face all this again? I’m doing this because it’s important—because it’s the right thing to do.”She laughs again, bitter and sharp. “The right thing. That’s rich.”“Mom, please,” I say, my voice breaking despite my best efforts. “I need you.”She softens, just a fraction, and for a moment, I think I’ve gotten through to her. But then she shakes her head, turning back to the stove.“I don’t know anything,” she says quietly. “Even if I did, I’m not getting involved.”“Why not?”“Because Elaine’s dangerous,” she says, her voice low. “You don’t know her like I do. She’ll ruin you if she thinks you’re a threat.”“She’s already ruining people,” I say. “And if we don’t stop her, she’ll just keep doing it.”Mom hesitates, her hand resting on the counter, her gaze distant. Finally, she sighs, the fight seeming to drain out of her. “What exactly do you need from me?”Relief floods thro
“Well,” Caspian says, leaning back in his chair. “That could’ve gone worse.”“Worse?” I glare at him. “She practically called us parasites.”“Technically, she only called you a parasite.”I grab a pillow from the couch and throw it at him. He catches it, laughing as he tosses it back.“This isn’t funny,” I say. “Now what?”“Now,” he says, standing and stretching, “we apologize to your mother. She doesn't seem too angry. I feel like a little touch here and there will crumble her resolve.”“How would you know? Did you see her face when she left?”“I’ve been doing business for years. It's called the ‘guilt-trip’ move. Just go over there and say sorry like the good daughter that you are.”I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Why did I let you talk me into this?”“Because deep down, you know I’m right.”I peek at him through my fingers. “I hate you.”He grins. “No, you don’t.”I leave the living room and head for the kitchen, where I’m certain Mom is.The kitchen is dimly lit, the only l
Caspian flashes her his most charming smile. “I think her headstrong nature is one of her best qualities.”Mom blinks, caught off guard for half a second before recovering. “Oh, how sweet. You really are a catch, aren’t you?”I down my glass of wine in one go.As the evening drags on, Caspian expertly steers the conversation toward Mabel’s family. It starts subtly—questions about old neighbors, mutual acquaintances—but my mother’s too sharp not to notice.“Why the sudden interest in Mabel’s mother?” she asks, her tone casual but her eyes sharp.Caspian doesn’t miss a beat. “Just curious. Desiree mentioned her in passing, and I thought she sounded fascinating.”Mom leans back, swirling her wine like a villain in a soap opera. “Fascinating isn’t the word I’d use. Elaine’s always been… ambitious. But I wouldn’t put much stock in what she says. She’s not exactly the most reliable source.”“Why’s that?” I ask, trying to sound nonchalant.She gives me a pointed look. “Because she’s exactly