Sophia’s POV“There you go,” I murmured happily as I added the finishing touches to my design, the light from my desk lamp illuminating the sketches and digital renderings sprawled across my workspace. This design for our special client at Urban Next had taken up most of my week, but today, I felt content and relaxed. Everything was falling into place—both in my work and in life.At least I’m somehow assured that Henry and Julia won’t be coming back anytime. They wouldn’t dare, being wanted by the police not just in the U.S. but across the whole of Europe too. They’re probably still on the run somewhere.The idea of them being hunted down like the criminals they were brought me a sense of satisfaction. They had caused enough chaos, and the fact that they’d likely be hiding out for the rest of their miserable lives filled me with relief. There was no way they'd ever appear again. They’d be out of our lives for good.Just then, a soft knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. "Com
Sophia’s POVI was in the middle of packing Reese’s snacks when I noticed something was off. She usually chirped away in the mornings, but today she was unusually quiet, her little shoulders slumped as she sat at the kitchen table.“Hey, sweetie, you okay?” I asked, walking over to her. She looked up at me with tired eyes, and I immediately noticed the pallor in her cheeks. My heart skipped a beat. I leaned down and pressed the back of my hand to her forehead, then to her neck. She was burning up.“Reese, you feel hot, sweetheart. How are you feeling?” I asked, trying to keep the worry out of my voice.“Not good, Mommy,” she mumbled, her voice small and weak.I quickly grabbed the thermometer from the medicine cabinet and gently took her temperature. The numbers flashed on the screen—101.5°F. My stomach tightened with concern."Looks like you have a fever," I said softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from her clammy forehead. “I think we’re going to stay home today.”“But, scho
Elijah’s POV As Sophia closed the door to her bedroom behind her and went with Reese to the other room, I was left with an odd, awkward feeling. But at the same time, I couldn’t help but look forward to spending the entire night with her. Alone in one bedroom. I had to admit, this is triggering the unforgettable memories from those heated nights we spent together in that small hotel during a storm. When Sophia returned, I glanced at her, attempting to gauge her mood. “If you’d like,” I said softly, “I can go back to the couch in the living room. Reese doesn’t need to know.”She shook her head, a small smile on her lips. “No, it’s fine, really. You can stay here.”I nodded, then added, “Or I could sleep on the floor, if you have an extra mattress or something?”Sophia’s eyes softened. “I do have one, but it’s not necessary. You can sleep on the bed.”A thrill of excitement ran through me. It had been so long since I’d shared a bed with Sophia, felt her warmth beside me. My heart ra
Sophia’s POVThe first light of dawn began to peek through the curtains. I woke up feeling utterly exhausted, every muscle in my body aching from the night’s vigil. But even in my weariness, there was a small comfort in Elijah’s presence beside me.When I opened my eyes and saw his face before me, I was startled. I’d almost forgotten that he’d slept here. Looking at him, memories flooded my mind, of the countless mornings I had awoken to find him by my side when we were still married. Each time, I wished he would open his eyes, greet me with a smile, or maybe even kiss me good morning. But no, nothing like that ever occurred at that time. It just came to a point that I stopped expecting and hoping, and started wishing for a different life. I shook my head, willing those old memories to fade away. It’s all in the past now. I already got my wish for a new life. Just as I was trying to push those thoughts aside, Elijah stirred. He opened his eyes and gave me a faint, sleepy smile.“G
Elijah’s POVI really hope and pray that Reese will be okay, I thought as I raced up the stairs toward Sophia’s apartment. Her message had been brief but alarming: they had been at the hospital with Reese for a check-up. As I reached the door and knocked, I felt a wave of apprehension. Sophia opened the door, and before I could say a word, I was taken aback. There was a woman standing beside her, a stranger to me. She looked worn and anxious, her eyes darting nervously around the room. I glanced at Sophia, who seemed to sense my confusion.“Elijah, this is Emily,” Sophia said, stepping aside to let me in. “Remember when we were in that small hospital in France? I told you I met a woman who was pregnant and had just gotten divorced. Now her ex is coming after her, and she’s scared and feels unsafe. We saw each other again here, and she needed to hide, so… It’s just temporary.”Emily managed a weak smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m sorry for the disturbance,” she said
Sophia’s POV“Sophia, I’m so sorry I have to run.” There was a sense of urgency and anxiety in Elijah’s voice, but he probably didn’t want to add to my worries for now. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” I asked. It was weird how concerned I’ve become for him. It was even stranger that I felt we were a team somehow. Like a real couple. Elijah squeezed my hand and smiled, but I could tell that there was something wrong. “I’ll tell you about it later, okay?” I had no choice but to agree, hoping that everything was alright. The house was quieter now, the echoes of our earlier laughter and conversation fading into a peaceful hush. Reese, exhausted from the day’s events, had drifted off to sleep shortly after dinner.I stood in the living room, watching Emily fidget nervously on the couch. I could tell she was struggling to settle down, her anxiety evident. “Emily,” I said gently, walking over to her. “I know you’re having a hard time right now, but you need to rest. Stress isn’t
Elijah’s POVWe’ve got a new lead on Henry and Julia. Call me ASAP. Joe's message replayed in my mind, over and over, like a broken record. I should’ve felt a sense of urgency, but all I could think about was Reese—her smile, her laugh, the way she held on to Sophia after dinner. As much as I wanted to stay with them longer, I knew I had to go. Joe’s update couldn’t wait, and there were still too many unanswered questions. I chose not to mention anything to Sophia just yet—I didn’t want to add to her worries. She’d just come through a rough time with Reese being sick, and the last thing she needed was more stress.I tore myself away from Sophia’s place, the chill of the night greeting me as I stepped outside. The drive back to the office was tense, and the streets almost too empty, too quiet. I tried calling Joe the moment I got in the car, my thumb hitting the dial button almost on instinct.No answer.The phone kept ringing, each buzz of the dial tone amplifying the heaviness in m
Elijah’s POVI hadn’t seen him in months, not since our last meeting in Paris. “Antoine Lefevre,” I greeted politely as we shook hands. “What a surprise.”“Elijah Sinclair,” he greeted me neutrally, extending a hand. “Always a pleasure. I hope I’m not intruding.”“Not at all,” I replied smoothly. “But this is unexpected. What brings you here at this hour?”His smile didn’t waver, but his eyes showed anxiety, and the faint shadows beneath them pointed at sleepless nights. I remembered the longing, the restless nights I’d spent after my own divorce from Sophia. I could see where Antoine was coming from; his situation wasn’t so different from mine once.“I apologize for the late visit,” he said. “My hotel’s nearby, and I know you’re one to burn the midnight oil. I thought I’d drop by to say hello to a well-respected business partner.”“Well,” I said, trying to gather my thoughts, “I appreciate the thought.” I motioned to the chair opposite my desk. “Please, take a seat.”He nodded, sett