Sophia’s POVI breathed in slowly as Kayla and I made our way into the NICU. It was a world of tiny miracles, and right now, one of those miracles belonged to Emily. My heart pounded with a blend of anxiety and exhilaration. I couldn’t wait to see baby Jared, but I also worried about how Emily was holding up.Kayla gave my arm a supporting squeeze as we approached Jared's incubator. “It's going to be okay, Soph,” she whispered, her eyes moving over to the clear enclosure where a tiny bundle of life lay surrounded by tubes and wires. “Emily's a tough cookie, and Jared... well, he's a fighter.”I nodded, forcing a smile. We turned the corner, and there he was—Jared. My breath caught in my throat. He was so small, so fragile, but perfect in every way. His tiny little hands and feet, the soft flutter of his eyelashes... it was incredible.Emily was already there, standing beside the incubator with a look of pure adoration on her face. The exhaustion was still visible in her eyes, but ther
Sophia’s POVAntoine’s smug smile was even more infuriating in person, and the sight of him made my blood boil.“Going somewhere, Sophia?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery.I should have felt fear, terror even, knowing what he was capable of. But instead, a red-hot fury surged through me, eclipsing every other emotion. This was the man who had nearly destroyed Emily, who had hurt Elijah so badly, almost killing him. The audacity of him showing up here, of all places, set something off inside me.“Antoine,” I spat his name, taking a step closer without even thinking about it. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, and I could feel my heart pounding with the adrenaline of my anger. “You’ve got some nerve showing up here after everything you’ve done.”He chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. “And what exactly do you think you’re going to do about it, sweetheart?”The patronizing tone, the way he called me ‘sweetheart’—it only fueled my rage. I took another step forward,
Antoine’s POVI couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Sophia’s words hit me like a sledgehammer, and for the first time in a long while, I felt completely out of control. Isabelle had been feeding me information for weeks, feeding me lies. I formed my fists into tight balls, the rage within me building to a dangerous level.Isabelle had been contacting me frequently, always with something new to say about Emily. Her reports were consistent, always painting Emily in the worst possible light. She’d even sent me photos—ones that made my blood boil. Emily, cozying up to Chris, kissing him like she didn’t have a care in the world. It reminded me of that day at Elijah’s house when I caught them together. The way Chris looked at her, the way she smiled at him... it drove me mad.And then there was Elijah. Isabelle’s accusations about Emily’s supposed affair with him had been hard to swallow at first, but the photos made it impossible to ignore. Emily and Elijah, always together, even hugging
Antoine’s POVI pounded my fists against the weathered wooden door, the thud echoing through the empty street. The chill in the air did nothing to calm the rage boiling inside me. Isabelle had pushed me too far this time. My fists clenched tighter as I muttered under my breath, “Where the hell is she? Isabelle!!!”The door creaked open just enough for one of her goons to peer out. The thug’s eyes widened at the sight of me, and without a word, he stepped aside, letting me storm into the faintly illuminated room beyond. The heavy, musty scent of old cigar smoke and dampness hit me like a wall.I barreled through the narrow hallway, my heart pounding with every step. I was so focused on finding Isabelle that I almost didn’t see her lounging on a worn leather couch, as if she had all the time in the world. She was casually flipping through a magazine, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.“Isabelle!” I roared, my voice echoing off the bare walls. “What the hell do you think you’re
Sophia’s POV“This is sooo beautiful and amazing!” Reese exclaimed, her little voice filled with awe as she pressed her face against the cabin’s large window. The panoramic view of the Swiss Alps spread out before us, majestic and breathtaking. “Thank you, Daddy, for bringing us here. I’m glad you’re okay now.”Elijah chuckled softly, crouching down beside her. “I’m glad too, sweetie,” he said, his voice gentle as he wrapped an arm around her small shoulders. The last few months had been full of ups and downs that had tested us in ways I never imagined. But now, as we settled into this beautiful cabin nestled in the mountains of Switzerland, I felt a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time.“This place is perfect,” I said, breathing in the crisp mountain air as I stepped further into the cozy living room. The warm wood tones of the cabin interior, combined with the soft, inviting furniture, made it feel like a true sanctuary. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a war
Elijah’s POVAnother day in the Swiss Alps. Sophia’s right, it’s supposed to be a family trip and I should make an effort to be present in all ways. This morning, guilt seemed to burden me as I recalled how I’d acted yesterday. The cable car ride with Sophia had been tense and quiet, neither of us saying much. The silence between us felt like a chasm, growing wider with each passing minute. At least Reese had enjoyed it—she was so worn out afterward that she fell asleep right after lunch. We decided to skip the village festival and reschedule it for today, planning to go after our ice skating activity.As we walked toward the ice skating area, I placed my arm around Sophia’s shoulders and planted a kiss on her cheek. “I’m sorry about yesterday,” I whispered, hoping we could put it behind us and salvage the rest of our vacation.She gave me a faint smile, but then pulled away to hold Reese’s hand, moving ahead of me. The distance between us wasn’t just physical; I could tell she was
Elijah’s POVLater that evening, after a day that felt more like walking on eggshells than enjoying a vacation, I decided it was time to make things right. The guilt from how I’d treated Sophia was gnawing at me, and I knew I had to do more than just apologize—I needed to show her how much she meant to me.As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and orange, I led Sophia to a secluded spot overlooking the Alps, a place I’d discovered earlier. I’d arranged for a small bonfire to be set up, with cozy blankets and a bottle of her favorite wine waiting for us. Reese was already tucked into bed after an exhausting day, giving us the perfect opportunity to reconnect.“Sophia,” I said softly, taking her hand as we sat down on the blanket, the warmth of the fire warding off the evening chill. “I know I’ve been distant, and maybe irritable at times. I haven’t been the easiest person to be around. But I want you to know that I’m sorry—for everything.”She looked
Emily’s POVI hastily walked through the doors of the NICU, holding my breath and hoping for some good news. I’ve been waiting for them to tell me that Jared would be strong enough to finally go home with me. “Good morning, Jared,” I whispered, leaning over to peer at my tiny miracle. “Mommy’s here again. I hope you had a good sleep.”A nurse approached, her eyes twinkling with a smile. “Miss Emily, I’ve got some wonderful news for you.”I looked up, my breath catching in my throat. “What is it?”“Jared has made tremendous progress over the past few days,” she said in a warm, eager voice. “He's strong enough to be transferred to the regular nursery today. And after one more day of observation, he’ll be ready to go home with you.”The world seemed to blur around me as I absorbed her words. “Really?” I gasped, tears springing to my eyes. “He can finally come home?”The nurse nodded. “Yes. He's a fighter, just like his mom.”I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer. They spilled down my