Isla’s POV
I kicked off my heels the moment I stepped inside, feeling the cool touch of the hardwood floor beneath my bare feet. The mansion—a gift from Grandpa Henry—was grand, every corner polished and perfect.
Still, for all its beauty, the place felt empty. Lonely.
But I brushed that thought away, determined not to dwell on it. This was my space now, and I was free.
There was no one here but the house staff, who kept everything pristine but left me with the silence of the rooms echoing in the background. Silence was better than the chaos Logan had brought into my life.
I still choose this. Oh, God. I need this.
I padded to the bedroom, pulling my hair loose from its messy knot as I went. The cool air hit my neck, and I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. I paused, tilting my head slightly. I’d always been my worst critic, but tonight… tonight, I looked good. Even I couldn’t deny that.
“Not bad, Isla,” I murmured to myself, running a hand through my long, wavy hair. “You’ve still got it.”
A small smile played on my lips as I let my day clothes fall away, slipping into a silky nightgown that draped softly over my figure, tracing each line with subtle elegance. It was bolder than my usual choice, but tonight I craved that edge—a quiet, unapologetic power. I wanted to feel confident, beautiful, and completely in charge of my own life.
After all, tomorrow was a big day—my first meeting with Ethan. My heart fluttered at the thought, though not for the reasons people might assume. No, this wasn’t about romance or rekindling old flames. I wanted to meet him because I needed to be sure that the man who would help me bring a child into this world had the right physical condition, the right genes.
I walked over to the vanity and studied myself in the mirror, letting the silk slide against my skin as I turned, checking all the angles. My reflection smiled back at me.
“I can do this,” I whispered, giving myself a mental pep talk. “It’s just a meeting. A casual chat. You need to know for certain, that’s all.”
There was a small knot of nerves at the pit of my stomach, but I ignored it. This wasn’t about Ethan or anyone else. It was about me taking control of my life—on my terms. Logan always acted like he knew what was best for me, but he never really understood what I wanted. What I needed.
Tomorrow would be different. I’d get the answers I needed, and I’d take another step toward the future I deserved.
It wasn’t long before I found myself sitting in the small café I had chosen for the meeting. It was simple and discreet, tucked away from the bustling streets, just the way I wanted it. No one would expect me here.
I arrived early, with my nerves on edge. This wasn’t an ordinary meeting, after all.
When Ethan Prescott walked in, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but his presence caught my attention immediately. I could tell he was quite attractive, no doubt about it—casual but well put together. I couldn't quite make out his face, though. With my condition, recognizing features was never easy.
His crisp button-up shirt, paired with jeans and polished shoes, gave him a professional yet relaxed air. He had that kind of understated charm that seemed effortless, the kind that made you wonder where he came from and how he carried himself so confidently. And yet… he was a sperm donor.
I couldn't quite wrap my head around that. He looked like he had no financial difficulties. He didn’t look like someone who’d need to resort to something like this for money. So why? A question I couldn’t quite shake off.
I kept my expression neutral as I extended my hand. "Ethan."
He smiled, taking my hand in his. "Isla, it’s good to finally meet you."
His voice was warm, smooth—far too comfortable for a situation as unique as ours. I motioned for him to sit, and we settled into an awkward silence for a moment. I glanced over his features. Strong jawline, clear eyes, and there was something about the way he carried himself that screamed well-educated.
“So,” I began, trying to keep the conversation professional, “I wanted to meet in person because I think it’s important to know… well, who I’m potentially bringing into my life. In a way.”
He smiled again, that charming curve of his lips. “Of course. I’d be happy to answer any questions.”
I nodded. But the idea of what we were about to discuss still felt surreal. “I’ll be honest,” I said, folding my hands on the table, “I just need to be sure. This isn’t something I’m taking lightly. I’ve thought about it a lot.”
Ethan leaned forward slightly. “I understand, Isla. And I respect that.” There was something in his eyes—something warm and showing interest that went beyond just this arrangement. I noticed the subtle shift, the way he seemed to focus more on me than the reason we were here.
I frowned, wondering why he stared at me like he’d known me for a long time. And as we talked, I couldn’t help wondering, Is he… trying to win me over?
“So, tell me about yourself. I mean, beyond the obvious. What do you do?”
“I work in marketing for a startup. It’s a passion project, really,” he said, leaning forward slightly. His gaze held mine, an intensity simmering just beneath his calm words. “But I’ve always wanted to do more, you know? Something with meaning… give back, ignite life in people.”
He paused, and I noticed his hand drift closer on the table, his fingers just grazing mine. My heart jumped, but I tried not to seem obvious that I was affected. He went on, “I think that’s why I decided to become a donor.”
There was a softness to his tone that caught me off guard. He wasn’t just explaining; he was drawing me in, creating a moment just for us. I could feel the sincerity, like an undercurrent that ran through the easy, practiced way he spoke. And then, a playful glint sparked in his eyes as he added, “Of course, maybe it’s also because I enjoy… connection.”
As he said it, his thumb brushed my hand, remaining just a second too long. It was barely a touch, but enough to send a shiver down my spine.
As I listened to Ethan speak, memories of my long, lifeless marriage with Logan began to surface, uninvited. Logan had never put in this kind of effort—not even close. Not in years. The last stretch of our marriage had been a desert, barren and cold. We hadn’t touched each other in so long that I almost forgot what it felt like to be desired, to have someone look at me the way Ethan was looking at me now—like I was someone worth chasing.
I couldn’t ignore the way his gaze lingered, tracing over my face, as if memorizing every line and curve. His voice softened, low and intimate. “Sometimes I think we get only a few chances to live fully… to really connect,” he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine. “Don’t you think?”
I squirmed a little bit in my seat as my eyes roved over his body, stirring heat within me. I felt something I hadn’t in what felt like forever. Desire. Hunger. Boldness.
“Maybe you’re right,” I managed, my voice croaking just a bit. I cleared my throat and shifted slightly, the spark of desire flaring inside me.
Our eyes met, and in that charged silence, something shifted, a moment suspended between us. A part of me that had been dormant, neglected, was waking up. And before I could think it through, the words slipped out of my mouth, driven by the boldness of that long-buried desire.
“Would you…” I started, my voice catching as the words left my lips without warning, driven by the thrill he’d rekindled inside me. “Would you be open to doing this the old-fashioned way?”
Isla’s POVMy heart pounded fast as the question hung in the air, more daring than anything I’d ever said to a stranger before.Ethan blinked, caught off guard. His eyes widened slightly, but after a beat, a slow smile spread across his face. He cleared his throat. “The old-fashioned way?”I held his gaze, unflinching. “Yes. The natural way, with no need for technology.”Surprise reflected on his face, but it didn’t take long for him to recover. His eyes seemed to drill a hole into mine as he stared at me with greater intensity. Then he answered, “If that’s what you want. I’d be honored.”I nodded, my decision solidifying in my mind. “I’ll have my assistant contact you with the details for later. Ethan’s eyes widened. “You mean we’re doing it tonight?”“Yes,” I answered quickly before I could change my mind. “I’ll see you, Ethan. I appreciate your cooperation.”With a curt nod, I turned on my heel and left the café. And in only a moment, doubt began to creep into my mind. What did I
Isla’s POVEthan's playful nibble on my ear sent a shiver down my spine, his breath warm against my skin. “After tonight,” he whispered, his voice laced with a teasing edge, “there's no turning back.”I gasped as I realized he was right. But before I could respond, he drew me into another kiss, deeper this time, as if he wanted to claim every part of me.I kissed him back with equal fervor, but as his lips moved against mine, my mind wandered—uninvited—to Logan. To the cold, empty nights that defined the end of our marriage. To the way he barely touched me, but would spend nights with other women. This moment with Ethan felt like the final severing of that lifeless bond, a bond that had never truly existed beyond a facade. Tonight would wipe it all away, erase any trace of Logan from my body and my heart.Ethan's hoarse voice pulled me back to the present. “You know you’re in my bed, right? What’s got you so lost in thought, beautiful?”His words were like a gentle pull, his deep, hu
Isla’s POVI woke up the next morning in my own bed, feeling unusually exhausted. My body ached in ways I hadn’t expected, a dull throb running through my muscles as I shifted under the covers. I stretched, grimacing at the soreness that clung to my limbs. Every move was a reminder of the night before—of Ethan.You seemed... inexperienced, I could hear his voice echoing in my head. How was it between you and your husband? I frowned, remembering how he’d suddenly brought up my sexual inexperience. It had made me feel small and self-conscious, like he’d really crossed a boundary there.Physically, there was no denying it: Ethan was everything a woman could ask for. He was attractive, his appearance almost too perfect. Courteous and tender, too, at least at the start. But the chemistry between us had been greatly intense. I glanced down at my skin, noticing the faint marks. Love bites dotted my collarbone, my hips—evidence of a man who had, quite frankly, become too much into it. I ra
Isla’s POVI walked toward Cherry, my heart thudding in my chest, though I kept my face calm. The sight of her sitting next to Logan at the VIP table, where I was supposed to be, was like a punch in the face. This was more than just a failed marriage—this was public humiliation. It was bad enough that I had to endure the affair, but to have her flaunt it so boldly, sitting in my seat as if she belonged there? I was beyond furious. I wanted to give them both a piece of my mind.I stopped right in front of her, my voice steady despite the fury simmering underneath. “You’re sitting in my seat, Cherry.”Cherry’s eyes widened, clearly caught off guard by my directness. She glanced nervously at Logan before stammering out a pitiful excuse. “I’m... I’m Logan’s companion for tonight.”A small smile tugged at her lips, as if that title was supposed to mean something to me. I scoffed in disbelief. The people at the table, and those nearby, were now watching. I could feel their eyes on us. And
Ethan’s POVI sat in my car, the engine idling softly beneath me. Unfinished work documents lay scattered across my lap, but I wasn’t focused on them. My gaze drifted out the window, where Isla stood by the side of the road, shivering in the cold as she waited for her driver. She looked so fragile, wrapped in that thin dress, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She was so vulnerable.“This is my chance,” I murmured. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. Isla had always been different. She put on a brave front, sure—but there was something underneath, something shy, uncertain, that had always intrigued me. I thought back to the one intimate moment we had shared. She’d acted confident and daring, as she moved her hands to undo my belt. But I saw it—the slight tremble in her fingers, the way she fumbled with the buckle. Her breath had quickened, and in that moment, her bold front cracked.Even during foreplay, I noticed her timidity—how she’d pause, unsure of what to do next, wai
Isla’s POV“It doesn’t bother me,” I said firmly, dropping the newspaper on the counter. The image of Logan and Cherry at yet another event flashed across the page, but I only spared it a quick glance before looking away. Some months ago, I might have found some excuse to keep the paper open, convincing myself I needed to be “informed.” But now? It barely registered.“Of course not,” Grace replied, her tone as neutral as ever. She knew me well enough to see through my act, but this time, I wasn’t pretending.I had enough on my plate to keep me occupied. The demands of my job, a few personal projects, and a newfound focus on moving forward had left me little time to obsess over Logan’s every move. For once, it felt like I was on solid ground—like I was finally stepping out of his shadow.Grace handed me my coffee, glancing at the paper on the counter. “You seem… different.”“Different?” I smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Is that your polite way of saying ‘more grounded’? Less of a mess?”
Isla’s POVLogan and I stood there staring each other down. But just as I was about to turn away, Logan’s teenage cousin, Eris, came bounding up to us, her camera slung around her neck. She was always practicing her photography skills, snapping pictures at every family event. Her eyes lit up when she saw us, her excitement barely contained.“Oh! You two look perfect together,” she said, adjusting her camera settings. “Let me take a picture of you both.”I stiffened, glancing at Logan, who rolled his eyes but managed a tight smile. We stood there awkwardly, forced to pretend as if nothing had changed between us. Eris raised her camera, directing us with enthusiasm. “A little closer, guys. Look at each other—show us how much you’re in love!” she insisted, oblivious to the tension hanging between us.I felt Logan’s arm slide around my shoulder, and I had to resist the urge to pull away. Instead, I forced a smile, hoping it looked halfway genuine. He glanced down at me while Eris took sev
Isla’s POV“Careful there, Isla,” my grandfather warned, his voice full of amusement as he moved his rook into position. “One more move like that, and you’ll lose your queen.”I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “I never get to beat you at chess, Grandpa. You’ve still got a really sharp mind.”He chuckled, tapping his fingers thoughtfully on the board. “Perhaps it’s just because you always seem distracted.” He hesitated for a second, then threw me a knowing look. “How are things with Logan? Is everything alright?”My heart jumped, and I suddenly felt so guilty. I hated lying to him, but the truth felt too heavy, too potentially harmful for his aging heart. “Yes,” I said lightly, adjusting a pawn. “Everything’s fine. Logan’s been… busy, but things are fine.”He nodded, his eyes narrowing as he examined the board. “Busy is good, I suppose…” He paused, moving his knight forward, setting up another trap I barely noticed. “You know, Isla,” he said, his voice taking on a familiar seriousnes