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
Sophia’s POV“You know, it’s been ages since I’ve had an art conversation that wasn’t about fashion shows or clients!” Emily exclaimed as I drove to Reese’s school. “It’s nice to talk about it just for the love of it.”I adjusted the rearview mirror and smiled as I glanced at her beside me. “I agree. I feel like I’ve known you forever. What was your last artistic project?”Emily’s eyes lit up. “I was experimenting with abstract designs, blending my fashion background with painting—using fabric textures on canvas.”“That sounds fantastic,” I said, making a right turn. I noticed Reese listening closely. “What about you?” Emily asked. “What’s your newest project?”“I’m working on murals for a new boutique. It’s been challenging to blend interior design with art, making the murals reflect both the space and the brand’s identity,” I explained.“That sounds amazing!” Emily said, intrigued. “Is it hard to balance design and art?”“A bit,” I admitted. “There’s always a push and pull between
Sophia’s POV"Did you hear about the new Italian place downtown?" my new colleague Elena asked, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as we headed into the office lobby together with Andy. "Yeah, I heard it's fantastic. I've been meaning to check it out," Mark replied, adjusting his jacket as he prepared to leave. “We should go this weekend.”“I’ll think about it,” I told them with a grin as they began to head off their separate ways. “Chat me up if you decide to go.” As they waved goodbye and headed out, I turned to walk toward the exit, eager to go home and play with Reese. But then I noticed him.At the far end of the lobby, near the large glass doors, a man stood alone. He was dressed in a dark coat that seemed too heavy for the season, his face partially obscured by a hat pulled low over his brow. His gaze was fixed directly on me, and though he stood perfectly still, his eyes pierced through the crowd of passing employees like a spotlight.My heart began to beat fast. Is this the
Sophia’s POV“Get your hands off her before I make you regret it!” Elijah’s voice was a thunderclap in the quiet lobby, his anger a palpable force that seemed to draw every eye in the building.Antoine hesitated for a moment, his grip on my arm loosening reluctantly. He finally released me, stepping back with a scowl. “I just wanted to know the truth from her,” he said, trying to sound casual but failing miserably. “I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”Elijah’s gaze remained cold. “Maybe you’re not in the right frame of mind to be discussing this right now. Besides, Sophia already told you she doesn’t know where Emily is.”Antoine’s face darkened. “And you think you’re in a position to—”“I think you’d better leave my building now,” Elijah interrupted, his voice leaving no room for argument.Antoine scoffed, straightening up as if to regain his composure. With one last, frustrated glance in my direction, he turned on his heel and strode toward the exit, his footsteps echoing as he walked
Sophia’s POVBefore long, Elijah and I found ourselves back in his car, this time heading to see a doctor who specialized in recovering memories long buried in the past.I stared out the window of Elijah's car, my fingers nervously tracing the seam of the seat. Elijah’s hand rested lightly on mine, a comforting anchor as we made our way to the specialist’s office.“Are you okay, Sophia?” Elijah's voice was gentle, his concern evident.I turned to him, forcing a smile. “Yeah, just a bit nervous. This feels like a big step.”He squeezed my hand in a reassuring way. “I know. But don’t worry, I’m right here. We’ll get through this together.”The specialist’s office was a modern, calming space, filled with soft lighting and muted tones. The receptionist greeted us with a warm smile and directed us to a comfortable waiting area. I sank into a plush chair, my heart racing with anticipation.Dr. Lawson, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a seemingly soothing aura, entered the room. She exten
Sophia’s POV“Alright, everyone, time to celebrate!” Trevis announced, raising his glass high. His voice boomed over the lively chatter in the room, capturing everyone's attention. “To Sophia and her incredible work on the Horizon Group project and the new boutique design. Let's enjoy this moment!”Applause filled the spacious hall as my colleagues turned toward me, raising their glasses in unison. The large hall inside the Sinclair Realty office building had been transformed for the occasion, the usual stark and professional atmosphere replaced with something far more vibrant.Music played in the background, a catchy tune that made me want to sway along with it. Tables were laden with a small feast—platters of finger foods, bowls of fresh fruit, and an assortment of sweets. Drinks flowed freely, and the clinking of glasses punctuated the cheerful conversations.I felt a warm flush of pride as I looked around the room. It was surreal seeing everyone so happy, knowing that they were ce
Sophia’s POV“I’m so happy for you, and I’m proud of you, Sophia.”As Elijah’s words sunk in, a warm, fuzzy feeling bloomed in my chest, catching me off guard. Back when we were married, Elijah had rarely acknowledged my ambitions, often seeing me only as a homemaker rather than someone with her own dreams and achievements. Hearing those words from him now, after everything we’d been through, felt surreal. It was something I never thought I’d hear from him, and it touched me more deeply than I could have imagined.Before I could say anything, Kayla appeared beside us, her eyes twinkling with amusement. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Hey, get a room!”I burst out laughing, and so did Elijah. Kayla and Connor went on to tease us, and even hinted about how we’d gotten together in the first place — in a party just like this so many years ago!We all laughed, and it felt so good. I never thought I’d see the day that getting pregnant after college and marrying someone who didn’t lo